The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1867-10-18
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THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG,

THE BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG.
MEN of Maine, Michganders, New
Workers and Pennsy sylvanians, hurled
them back. From series of charges
the enemies attack resolved into vol
leying rest. \ cry ran the through
Union lines, almost plaintive in its pow
crty:
"rhe ammunition is out -
Then said young Chamberlain of
Maine, a boy-laced College Professor
"Nlen! our only hope is in steel,
charge with me-"
Like the swooping out of the clouds of
a flock of backbirts, gold-daggered,
upon the fields Of corn, the lumbermen
and watermcn of Maine whistlcd down
the prccipiccs; the rebel lines were
swallowed, as if the ground had opened
into the gorges behind the Devils Den,
and Round Top was saved to the Union,
of which it became the Keystone indeed,
on this decisive day of blood.
Standing now on Round Top, who
can revive all the strong and beautiful
episodes that were written on the scor-
ched parchment of this landscape; the
tenderness, the atrocities, the forgive
nesses, the lonely agonies, the crying on
deaf men for help, and blind men to
have mercy. \ hundred and fifty
thousand fighting men represent the
population of the greatest city. Set this
city on fire, loosen the jails or dens of
il. make tiends howl in the flames for
lust, or fly in dispa;r. send charity upon
bold and noble errandS, and you have
supcrlci battle. What noble hearts
ceased to beat at Gettysburg and got no
fame: What~aWlul crimes were commit
ted and got no infamy. Dropped into
the century Of thc Republic, the good
and evil that fell that day were but a5
the pois1n- and the sweets that ripen in
the purple apple.
Instances: THESE
As Weed took up his position on Vim
cents left, and was strengthening his
= line directing his regimental command
crs, Il ball came out of lhc woods across
the nuras-, and stretched him gasping
i under the oak trees. His artiilcIist,
Ilazlitt, hastenud to hi, side. Bending
above Weed he said, almost in tears
"Gcncral! friend! you will live for
the hrigade--for meW
~ am done for, IlaHlitt, Lam dying.
AVOlley like knilo-bladc swept over
the rocks.
The commander ol the battery fell
= upon the body eff his General, and they
- died almost in each others arms
Jimmy Dunn, of Battery b., United
! states Regular Artillery, lay bleeding
1 upon the rocks. He cried piteously tc
r. one Of his comrades for water.
"For the iovc OF God, John ! give INC
a drink"
The comrades canteen was empty
e "Jimmy, | havn't drop of water, and
if | go to the brook the battery vii
lose Il man. We can hardly hold il
now"
"Nevcr let them get tho battery
Johnny sighed the wounded cannon
' Ger. Il can do without Il drink. Blu
turn me over"
The burnt hands set the soldier on hi
side
Nov go johnny! Never give up th'
st battery.
When they formed new line of bat
tie across the peak, the artillerlst wa
dead where he had fallen; but the bat
ne terry was saved. As Chamberlain
to column dashed down the flank side G
ms ms the hill, sealing the rocks, turning tn
hollows, leaping like tigers, their fla
torn by the tree boughs, Vincent looR
ed on with Il sweaty face, and smiled a
he heard their huZza at the bottom G
i, the glen. Over the morass came hi
Bird of Paradise, ,straigh wit
= remorseless beak He fell in his bloc
on the mountain side he had redeemed
The gallant Rourkc, full of the ilus
of the instant, tumbed also into III
shadow of Il boulder, shot to death in II
grim smile OF victory. There was i
ontcropping stone on Little Round To
" that was not Il tombstone. Weari
their frown ofwruth, the faces of ii
slain turned up bitingly. The gree
acorns were wet with the bloody dc\
1t looked like The bivuuac of death
in the upper air, and the signal-ila
kept waving like the blOOdrcd win
Of souls sailing heavcnward from Il
peak Of glory. The setting sun "
bright on this side-hiil it searched %
every motionlcsr form, and dyed
- gold the white pruillcs of the sIeepin
Twilight fell upon the stern array
the new bri-tiy line Of battle, with
q lorcluuli Of triColurS nodding down I
gorge and the night coolrd all the bro
or the martyrs ~ il slowly cover
oon' them with it .all Of darkness. On
-. loW -ubs and murmur- rose from
eau, moruss and margin, almost musical
mrt'iIy ter the clangor of the daylight. I'll
U' the murtrl band Of every corps sent
strain of pWan from swell to swell, Il
The long scythc- handle Of the Mo-
hung silent all the night under
moon-hinc. It was so tranquil )
could hear the crickeIs sing.
TWILIGIIT--CUIP's uILL.
les While it was silent upon the scyt
o handle, the scylhe-blade wore rue
as light, tingling and trembling.
=. boastful Ewell did not swing his en-
'T' the ilail until sunset, Then his