The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1866-11-15

hole in the forehead or loft breast,
the pale face turned upward aud the
teeth rigidly set.
I'd ike 10 sec Davis lying just
that woyl I've seen the boys torn
to pieces BY she'll or grape, but /
would rather JEFF, fell by one small
bullet than. be mangled BY grape and
canister Hm
I've had a fancy, since my brother
Charley was killed at Iuka, to see
this JEFF. lying cold aud stiff as he
did, with that round, rcd hole in tie
forehead.
| Dear Charlie | blue eyed, laugh
ling Charley In years boy, but a
man in heart, He was our drummer,
but as the 6ght waxed fercer, he
dropped his drum and came to mo,
aud side by side we stood when tho
order TO charge came. We wound
the rebs. up in that charge but many
a blue coat boy had fought his last
battle, and Charlie was missing. I
found him as many others have found
their -brothers--dcadl His muskot
.still clasped in his hand his clear
blue eye gazing upward as If to pierce
the mistry of the stars but the light
Of life was gone forever.
wrote our mother of his death,
and how brayely he had fought. She
said 1 have her letter yet--'It was
Gods will2 Charlie died for the
fright. Be prudent, my dear son, for
you are all that is left me now. And
yet I cannot wish you home again
while our country needs our sons !
but oh, remember the love l bore you
both, is now centered in you. God
bless you my son.
r. y X * X y
And mother has gone to our Char
lie.
u X II y y
Let me see. II was at Chicka-
maugs that was taken prisoner
Just after the fatal error which lost
Ius that well fought field, our Divis.
ion was ordered back, with our brig
ade in the rear to cover the move.
ment. Our color sergeant fell un.
noticed was his death for one brief
moment, and il. the next the rebels
had our colors.
! Ha the shout Of rage from our
boys when tho loss was knownl That
flag was dear to every man in the
regiment as the symbol of our coun-
try's greatness of liberty to all man
kiEd and until 70 day its sacred staff
had never been polluted by rebels
touch. At Stone River, Perryville,
Pittsburg Landing, Iuka, Corinth J
how proudly it waved defiance at the
foe Each battle leaving fresh SOU
vcniers of bullet marks in it's folds.
The sergeant knew .hem all. lie
could tell where the bullet aimed at
him from Doneldson's Heights, had
hit the banner. "This one at Helena.
"A shell went through hore--Island
No. TO- We could die, If need be,
to rescue il from the traitors hands,
or wipe our shame out with our blood.
Il "Right About March, CnARaEl"
God, the memory Of that charge
while life lasts it will not be forgot
ten. Righs into the midst of the en-
} emy we cleft our way, our Colonel at
. the head, until just as he grasPed the
: staff, bullet, brought him to the earth,
: carrying with him the flag he had
: fought so we'll to recover.
| The strife was fierce over the dead
body Of the Colonel, but a brigade
looming to the rescue, a small remnant
} of the regiment, with the flag were
I saved, but more than half were dead
wounded or prisoners. Worn Oui
t with hard work, my right arm shat,
tered by bullet, I was left behind
p a prisoner. fsi
I e *fn* &
Afte. weary weeks in Southern
e hospital, racked with pain the surgeon
+ says:
!. "The Yalks are eonvalescent.''
My right sleeve hangs empty by ny
b side.
Q ** 4 & 49,
Weary and worn, under a burning
y sun, over dusty roads, faint for wan
Of food, suffering the seyerest sang
q Of thirst, We paarchsd to Anderson
o sille
Oh, Gopl the misery thercs Tn,
= utter desolation Of hopef The drag
? giug down Of strong men to th'
! depths of despairl4 a
q Starvation reigns triumphant here
Hundreds perish daily for want 0
e food Streteh forth your hand :
, reach crumb Of bread just insid
q the dead line-a fash report |
y youf carthly troubles are over stfon
n men grew gsEnt and lean, shei
X strength left them, they became a
i babes. Brilliant iDtsllects we're sap
le eIPsd by terrible suffering, and me