The tri-weekly news. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1865-1876, 1866-03-27
A Thrilling Incident.

cldent OF the battle Of Gettysburg
When Gen. hongstreet advanced
upon the Federal lefr, its first line was
carried. But the enemy being heavily
reinforced, rallied. and, in turn, drove
our portion ofthe line { (Anderson,s brig,
nde) from the position, as well as other
bt gades on our right and left. Again
We charged, and again were driven back.
This was critical moment for us near
ly all of our general officers were killed
or wounded Our heavy line had crum
bled to a mere handfull,' and the flower
Of Longstrcet's corps lay weltcring in
blood. We were slowly retrcating.
leaving many of our dead and wounded
in the hands of the exulting foe. The
hosts of the enemy came on like the
mighty tides OF the ocean, and the loud
pcals Of victory were already rising from
their naughty lips The blue hills in
their rear were bristling with bayonets,
and pouring torrents of reinforcements
down their winding slope. Now, when
we should nave been reinforced with 80.
600 troops, Gen. Lee had not man to
send its. Officers broke their swords
upon the rocks, and many of the men
wept. Our dead and wounded comrades
lay around us by thousands, and it seem.
cd asit there was no hand to save the
shattered remnant from destruction.
But aid did come--a man-a solitary
man, threw himself before the iugger.
naut of Federal power. and alone and
unalded, sought to stay its. onward pro.
grcsa | remember. as if it were but
yeste, day. the zouave cap and iron grey
beard Of the stranger. None knew him,
but all ldoizc,l him for his bravery. He
moved through the awful storm with a
steady step, and his upli(ted sword seem.
ell to say to the advancing foe, "thus
far shalt thou come and no furthcr.'
He said nothing. but his god.like ex
ample made a hero Of every man who
saw him. Soldiers looked in the face of
their comrades, aud the question came
simultaneously to their blanched lips,
"Who is hep echoed right and left, far
up and down the line. The enemy came
on like a tornado, and the proud hero
stood cnveloped in the smoke of their
muskeis, like lion at bay. Men forgot
to reload their pieces or conceal them
selves behind the rocks. hut stood stu.
pelicd with wonder. "Who is he 2"
men groaned-"who" is he I" officers re:
prated, nntil the cry became strangely
wild and fearful, -"General Lec.H some
one shouted. and the word rang along
the line like an electric flash. General
Lee forever !" rang loud above the bat.
ties roar, and as one man our gallant
soldiers rushed like n thunderbolt upon
TIC astonished foe, follow General Lee !"
cried our wounded comrads, as ,lev Jay
upon the trampled earth and tossed up
their bloody caps No body of men on
the broad green earth could have with
stood the terrible impetnosity of this on.
set. The Federal troops, though they
fought desperately, were compelled to
give back, and at last to retreat in con.
fusion 10 the heights, leaving their dead
and wounded in our hands.
But where was the stranger? Alas +!
"The path Of glory leads but to the
grave" The war is over now. and the
brave men whom we met that day as
deadly en7mles, we now meet as friends
We would not detract ono ray from the
crown of military glory that adorns each
Of their heroes, but would do Justice to
our lamented dead /; and if by this i'm
perfect sketch, can add one flower to
the chaplet ola fallehhero's fame, L shall
feel myself amply rewarded. And that
hero. is he2 The answer comes
up from the graves of Gettysburg-Gen
Paul j. Semmes.
p = .
The favorite of Sultan threw n stone
at poor beggar who bad requested aims
The injured man dared not to complain,
but carefully searched for and preserved
tie pebble, promising himself he should
find an opportunity, sooner or later, to
throw it in his turn at this imperious
and pitlless wretch. Some time after,
he was told the favorite was disgraccd,
and hu npIar nf thn S,,l,o, IL A,