Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1864-07-09
A Night Attack.

War Correspondence Boston Journal
There it comes, one, two, three, dozen, a
hundred shots, roll, deep, heavy, prolonged,
ike the rush of mighty torrent suddenly let
loose. How it deepens 1t is like the rip
ping of the mower swinging his scythe in
ripened grass, dried and scorehed by summer
heat The great reaper is out there upon
that field, stalking unseen between the
trenches, walking in darkness, bordered with
lighting flashes, shOwering it with leaden
rain, making it the Valley and the Shadow of
Death. There are the cannon. Boom, boom,
boom, five, ten, twenty, one hundred dis
charges minute A forest of pines shuts
out the sight, but above the evergreen
branches the flashes fame upon the starry
heavens. No artist can picture it, no Ian
guage describe it. 1t is terrific, yet grand
and sublime. 1t makes one nervous to hear
it, stirs the blood, rouses and excites, to know
that the defenders of those works are hold
ing their ground. You need no telegraph
dispatch to assure you of the fact.
A sudden lull, after a savage cry, would
indicate disaster; but there is the cry, the
Indian veil, not the cheer which distinguishes
the charge of the Union troops from that of
the enemy. There is no cessation of the
roar. 1t deepens rather. The cry, which a
a moment ago rose sharp and clear above the
battle tide, becomes fainter. There is a
perceptible ebbing Of the tide. 1t has been
at full flood half an hour. You have been
two minutes reading this narrative. How
little you know of the reality. l hear it, but
have little conception of what is taking
place. shall realize more in the morning
when the ambulances come in with the wonn-
ded. But to be there, in it, a part of it
with blood at fever heat-yith the air full of
strange, terrifying noises-hissings, screech-
ings, hOwlings of balls bullets and deafening
explOsiOns-all darkness, except the binding
flashes and sheets of fame. The altar of our
country drips with blood. 1t is a Sabbath
evening sacrifice, pure and precious, freely
offered. Fathers and mothers have given the
frstlings of their focks, with thanks that
they had them to give; they have given the
best, they have given all. Patriotism is not
dead.
The enemy for three days has tried to
break our lines and has been beaten back.
MARRIED IN HAsTE.-A correspondent of
the Chicago Tribune gives the following ac-
count of a marriage that recently took place
in Kenosha, in this state:
Yesterday afternoon a party of young la
dies and gentlemen were collected at one of
our picture galleries in Kenosha, when the
subject of marriage came up as the subject of
discussion. Among the gentlemen was gay
young lieutenant, of the 18th Illinois cav
airy, and among the ladies was a Miss NJ,
daughter eff one of the oldest settlers of our
city. They proposed to get married to see
how it would seem. just then Justice DEM
ming came in. Shoulder-straps asked the
Squire if he would marry him. He said yes,
if he could find any lady to have him. Miss
N. jumped up, said she would have him. The
Justice instructed them to stand up and take
hold of hands. The usual questions were
asked and answered, and in FIVE minutes they
were man and wife. Then came the serious
part Of the Joke. When the new made
bride found she was really bride, her laugh
ter turned to tears. Her lawful husband
wished her to go to his hotel with him, but
she had fed to her own home. Her parents,
nearly distracted, appealed 70 the Justice to
undo what he had done; but were informed
that the statutes of Wisconsin gave him no
authority to separate man and wife. Night
came on. The bride was kept at home and
the husband forbidden to enter the house.
He il determined to have his lawful wife.
She and her family are in great distress.
Thus matters stand at the present moment
LoNEsUM.-My dear boy, did yu ever 60
out at night anu lean ON Ine fence IOr nOufs
in tie spring time, when the frogs was sing
ing in the NASTY ground and the spotted
night hawks was a glancing in the air, and
the bats wax playing tag, and gaze up into
heaven at the crate round moon, and the
twinkling stars, and sigh and want sumthin
and have your ize fill up with the juise o.
ure hart, and not think of ennything all the
tine. and couldn't tell what allied yu?
hid WI ever steal silly out in big woods
jist.s the sun feI behind the hill, and SCI
dow agin tree and dream ov nothin till the
twilit, ghosts began tew hurri bi yu, and the
warm Sr began tn thicken with the fust darl
ov the,ite, and the owl ava or in the dis
lance b6in tn kali out the toads, and the
slippery Aakes, and still set there till feal
sot yO- linking? Did yu ever draw you
cheer up bfore the olde hearthstone az thu
brands begA tew grow white ashes, and th'
krickets lad grown tired Ov their songs AMI
gone intothelr holes, and look stiddy at the
dying fire waiting for yure thoughts tew Gun
back fror the weary distance and put w Il
bed? Hv w did all this and didn't know
what ale, yu? / ken tell w mi deer boy
what ailetyu; il waz Lonesua! 'Twaz yur