The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1863-11-28

some reason his northward journey, he
was vet with his battery on the eve ofthe
engagement, and true to his instincts, took
his old place beside his horse and was just
preparing to mount, when solid shot
came ricocheting across the field, bounded
up and struck him in the lower part of the
body. Crying out 'I've got the first tick
ct, boys!' he sank down, only adding, with
that strange dread of a little hurt terribly
wounded man always seems to feel, "lay
me down by tree where they won't run
over me. They complied with his request,
fastened into position and saw him no
more. The poor fellows discharge was
confirmed by Heaven. Now that fatal ball
when, having finished its work there, it
leaped lazily on, pushed out the skirt of
the artillerist's coat as a hand would move
curtain, without rendingit!
They havethe strangest pets in the army,
that nobody would dream of taking to-
at home, and yet they are little touches of
| OF the gentler nature that give you some
such cordial feeling when you see them, as
i am told residents of bourbon County,
Kentucky. habitually experience at so
much gallon. One of the boys has carri
ed a red squirrel through 'thick and thin
over a, thousand miles. "Bun" eats hard
tack like veteran, and has the freedom of
the tent. Another's affections overflow
upon slow -winhing, unspeculative little
owl, captuTsu III ArkaflSaS. anu OearlHS d
name with n classical smack to it-Miner-
va. A third gives his heart to q young
Cumberland Mountain bear, but chief
among camp pets are dogs. Riding on the
saddle-bow, tucked into a baggage-wagon,
mounted on knapsack, growing under
gun, are dogs brought TO a premature end
as to ears and tails, and yellow at that;
pug-nosed, ,square-headed brutes, sleek ter
riers, delicate morsels of spaniels, "Tray,
Blanche, Sweetheart, little dogs and all.
A dog, like a horse, comes to love the rat
tie and crash of musket and cannon. There
was one in an Illinois regiment, and, ! ra-
ther think, regarded as Belonging to it, tho
his name might not be on the muster roll,
that chases half-spents sh6 as kitten frolics
fire and twice wounded, and left the tip of
his trail at the battle of Stone river. Wo
to the man that shall wantonly kill him.
But was especially interested in the for
| tunes of little white spaniel that messed
with battery and delighted in the name
of dot No matter what was up, that
fellows silken coat must be washed every
day, and there was need of it, for when the
battery was on the march, they just plung-
| PIN into the ge-bucket-not the til
hest chamber imaginable-that swings
like its more peaceful cousin, the tar-buck-
ct, under the rear axle of the carriage
! pumped him into that, clapped on the COW
er, and Dot was good for an inside passage.
One day the battery crossed stream and
the water came well up to the guns. No
body thought of Dot, and, when all across,
a gunner looked into the bucket: it was full
of water and Dot was as dead as little dir
ty door-mat. Departed, mourned and bu-
ried, it is time put dot to his story.
have nothing to tell Of the situation"
that has not already reached you. The
rebels are up there and over yonder; they
play the Confederate Flag" on Mission
Ridge-you can hear it if you please; we
play the "Star Spangled Banner in Chatta-
nooga. Those tlocks of camps on the slope
of the Ridge are theirs; these works, that,
it seems to me, two brigades can hold
against all rebeldom, are OURS, The two
lines of pickets are not thousand feet
apart; that range of VS., jutting sharply
out toward the enemy, built up of a dozen
rails and banked with earth, our picket
shelters from the shot of some restless reb-
els. But good faith is generally observed
on both sides, and these over the way neigh
bors-in-law sit and look at each other by
the hour, like so many pairs of mantle or
naments and often exchange the "compli-
ments of the season" i'll English and not in
lead. How would you like the neighbor-
hood?
The question of subsistence is solved to
the satisfaction of all loyal hearts and
stomachs. The dove that returned with the
green leaf to the ark was not more welcome
than the going and coming of the steam
ers between Bridgeport and Browns Land
ing. Think of that! Only two miles OF
land carriage to Chattanooga. No man
can understand the difficulties of this tum-
bled-in and heaped.up world of mountains,
nor the horrible gashes and torrent beds,
called roads, over which our halfempty
army wagons have been knocking to piec-
es, or sinking below a wheelwright,s res
direction. l tell you that the mountain
aa of ho1 rfo
were trities in comparison, and going over
the ridges and through the cletts and up
the craggy sides, the wonder grows, not SO
much how 81 vast army with ponderous ar
tillery could have surmounted them, as
how, once over, they ever could have been
maintained.
Spirited conversations occur between the
rebel guns on Lookout and the Federal
battery at Moccasin Point; Bragg has a
careless way Of throwing hardware from
the MOUNTAIN into town. Yesterday he
tnmbled several shells about the streets,
and kept it up pretty briskly; but apart
from little ducking and lodging and up
ward glancing, twas mot much Of a show
er." The boys would watch the shells as
they fell, and run out and pick up the
pieces as coolly as you would gather the
pellets Of ice in a hail-storm. Ii this queer
weather continues, and you come to Chat
tanOoga, bring an umbrella.
remain unburied on the field of Chickamau-
ga must send a thrill of horror through the
land; that they lie where they fell, appal-
ling and ghastly objects, denied the poor
hospitality of grave-digger, and offending
the sunshine. The words ''man'' and
humanity should be blotted out Of rebel
lexicons. How shall l say it?-the birds
of prey settled upon that field and swine
fatten their way through the fallen ranks
of glory! have this from sources too many
and direct; the horrible assertion is moi
shaded by doubt. And yet, the rebels spent
days in picking up fragments of iron, bro.
ken arms, any thing that could possibly be
made of use, with which the field was
strewn, and were only driven off when all
the heavy air was poisoned by the unburi.
ed dead. ''Look on this picture and or
this :" day before yesterday the gallant
Hooker's Federal soldiers consumed the
hours in giving burial to the rebels who
, fell in the recent battle. Are the feet of the
|, avenging gods shod with wool, that we can
not hear their steps upon the threshold
, Fastening to punish the increditable bar
barity of those traitors whose guns are
playing as write-traitorst to Government