The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-06-10

doing this great service made Colonel Rice
a General. Gen. Rice, gone in glorious
death-what cr0wning word can be said
of him, who has already won the brevet of
the Christian martyr and hero?
I have spoken of this immortal brigade
of the 9th corps, because it is nearest my
life. Far be it from me to praise its valor
at the expense of the heroic 9Th, the gall
liant I'd, or any portion of our army. When
remember how much all suffer, l am
filled with pain to hear invidious COMPARE
sons made between the soldiers of the diff
ferent States. In that long line of living
hearts, which through all these murderous
days have stood like wall before the foe,
are men from every State, from Maine to
Minnesota. How gladly we would give to
every name the poor recompense of praise.
Let each one record the story of those
whom they know the best, and thus do
honor to all.
THR wOUNDRD-sTIIL THEY COME.
Still they come,-through all the day
and night / hear the mournful roll of am
balances under my window. They are
now bringing in the extreme cases of the
wounded. Through all the heavy thun-
der storm of last night, they were passing.
As 1 looked down at midnight, flash Of
lightning revealed gastly sight, as an
ambulance vanished into the darkness.
Dear old Campbell" its lawns have
grown green, its flowers are blossoming,
its gardens ripening for summer harvest
It looks sunny and smiling without; and
within, with every ward and couch full of
sufferers, it presents more cheerful as
pect than any other hospital. The long
airy wards, the gay paper hangings, the
white curtains, the plants, the moss-rim-
med aquariums, the stands covered with
books, all tend to give to each ward the
look Of pleasant sick-room. The read
ing room, and the long hall where the in
valids used to assemble last winter to wit
ness theatrical entertainments, are now
filed with the severely wounded Inev-
er stand in the door of ward, looking
down on the long row of white beds and
pale faces which line it on either side, with
out sense of shrinking. Can give to each
one, though ever so little, something of
that which he needs? shall I give the meet
word to the one whe- wants it? the fit
silence to the one who cannot speak !?
shall / lay by any pillow the thing lOnged
for most?-are my doubling questions
Yet it seems not difficult to tell the
agonized face past all speech, and the
eager asking eyes which say, "Speak
to me" The eyes of the New England
boys say more; they say, "Ask me about
myself; ask me where l was wounded !;
where l came from; ask me about my
folks" "Were you ever in Huntington ?"
That's my home," said Massachusetts
boy to-day from his bed. 81 have been
through Huntington many times" was the
answer The fact was sufficient to make
us friends Immediately. "How are you
to-day ?" l asked another Massachu-
setts boy, belonging to the twenty
ninth regiment. "Gay," was the re-
ply. This was displaying talent for
being "jolly" under unfavorable circum-
stances, which threw the genius of Mark
Tapley into the shade. This man was tor
ribly wounded, utterly helpless, yet the face
which showed above the coverlet was as
radiant as if never convulsed with pans.
l could only say, has the world ever seen
anything so morally grand as the manhood
which this war has developed in American
men?