Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1868-08-05

liant soldiers, who that very moment
were graphing with Lee In a life and
death struggle among the bills Of Penn
~sylvanis Gcheers and cries of You're
right nothing but icy sneers, but
cold calculations, and but lily concealed
sympathy with treason. Thank God, at
that same hour Meade gave the lie to
his eloquent sophistry as he hurled Lee
back in terrible defeat from Cemetery
Hill and Round Top at Gettysburg, and
Grants cannon made strange echo to
his cowardly but concealed appeals for
COMPROMISE and surrender as Vicksburg
fcll and Pemberton's hosts cast down
their aags in defeat.
A few short days past, and on July 10
of that same year the terrible draft rlots
broke out in New York city. Now do
not charge that Seymour did not seek
to ouell the riot; but do charge that
these riots were the natural, logical and
almost necessary results Of his speeches,
his teachings, and his public othciai
acts. It was the logic Of bis polished
brain rooted and growing 10 the passion
of the mob. And then, when the storm
had gathered, he addressed those mad
deued, ~brutalized rioters as his
friends" and besought their patience
by the plea that be had sent his AdJu-
tsnt-General to Washington to beg that
the draft might be suspended. Laugh
ter, Kisses and cheers. When the IT,
dinps oF these riots and of SeJmour's
conduct and speech reached me, with
my regiment I was toiling along a dusty
road Of Maryland in pursuit OF tue re-
treating rebels. Painting under tue
terrible heat, some falling aud even
dying by the wayside, u men we're
till pressing on.
The loyal arms had been victorious Mt
Gettysburg, and We had heard the glad
news from Yicksburg. We were weary,
but still We could see the end aud the
victory drawing nigh. Like thunder
from a clear sky fell the tidings Of this
cowardly uprising at our own home
against the Government and the flag.
Strong men wept with shame and rage.
Firm lips closed in a fiercer wrath as
they whispered the news down the
ranks, and muskets were gripped with
a yengeful feeling such as We had not
known before in skirmish and battle.
Gould we have fled that day into
Broadway there would have been a
bloody reckoning, and short work would
have been made with His E~xcellency's
special friends.
IA sudden move was here visible
through the whole audience ; an instant
afterwards IN electrical cheer burst from
every part of the building many peo-
pie stood up, and handkerchiets and
hats were waved at the speaker.
We left home to fight your battles, and
we felt that you were bound to tax your
selves, if needs be, to your last dollar,
to pension our widows, to succor our
wounded, and feed our little ones. We
were there just as much for your
sake as for IL own, and we felt that
when our ranks grew thin we had q
right to reinforcemeuts ; that you were
bound in honor to send us your young
men aud your strong men, and even
if your old men and boys had to work
your factories and the women had 10
till your 6elds. We were terribly 10
earnest. We were fighting rebels. We
meant to stand up to our work, and VIC
very solemnly intended that you should
stand squarely up to yours. lCheers.
How reverently we thanked God when
the good Lincoln and the liou-hearted
Stanton said tho draft shall be enforced.
And how we cheered the soldiers who
we're sent from our midst to enforce the
law and uphold the honor Of our flag
against the Northern mob.
You can now understand how We
soldiers feel towards his Excellency,
Horatio Seymour. In the hour Of our
sorrow and WEAKNESS he had no encour-
agemeut for US, no faith in our courage,
and no faith in the final victory. Now
in our iual triumph, when the flag
streams out on every breeze and all our
land is one again, we have no need for
thee, Horatio Seymour. Let Southern
rebels shout thy praise ; let the burners
of orphan asyiums, aud the deserter,
and the skulker from tho draft, Irvine
laurels for thy brow ; we will stand by
the old flag, oil bat~tle-scarred, but glo-
rious in victory, while we follow tho
great captain Of our armies, our own
Ulysses Grant. At the battle of Look
out Mountain, as, following tho line of
fire, our surgeons climbed up the billy
steep, they met four soldiers coming
down and carrying in q blanket u shape
less mass. Laying their burden tenderly
down, they asked the doctor to look ut
their wounded color sergeant. His
shoulder and forearm had been torn
away by a shell.
The surgeon knelt, and putting the
hair back from his manly brow, asked,
Ny brave fellow, where were you
hit Z" His eyes Enclosed for a moment,
as be family answered, "Almost at the
top" "No, no, my good man, wherea-
bouts are you woundedT' Again his
dying eye opened, again bis pale lips
moved, and he whispered, al was OIL
most at the top. sir, bearing the fag,
when the shell struck me. One moment
more aud / should have been clear up"
He gave one gasp and bis brave spirit
was gone forever. GExclamations.]
And so, dear friends, it is with US
to-day. We are almost at the top. In
faith and love we have carried the dear
old flag for seven long years of struggle
until we are now above the clouds,
fighting US Joe Hooker fought, up in the
clear sunlight Of absolute justice and
right. Only oncc more close up the
ranks. Only once more press up the
mountain slope, aud we shall plant our
dear old flag clear upon the mountain
top of a final victory for liberty and the
rights of man.
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