The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-07-19

Der, and now every available man was
needed at his post, and the intense desire
to know something OF the escape Of the
beautiful female, smotberei down under
the din OF glorious conflict Another days
work Of death over, /, with eager step i'm
PEELED by some involuntary power, found
myself nearing .he spot that had evoked
all my interest the previous evening"
When within few hundred yards of it,
was suddenly startled by voice importu.
ming me not to rifle the body, "ior," con-
tinued the speaker, tits the corpse OF a
dear friend which I've been searching for
since yesterdays battle, and only a few
moments since learned where it was an
accident having beialien the ambulance EN-
route to the hospital and it shall receive
interment ere another: sun bloats and dis
figures its beauty, for Harry Gatewood was
too brave man to rot in forgetiulness.-
the Fourth Alabama Hurrah for McLaws
and Hood Old Alabama has no coward
blood to pollute stranger soil"
The speaker, an old schoolmate, was ut
first unrecognized in the great physical
change we pass through as lie broadens
out from the tenth to the twentieth year
and hearty greeting such as can pass
only between warm hearts engaged in the
same earnest cause, presently followed
Another moment we stood over the dead
body, half wreathed in flowers and ever
greens-so fresh and fragrant as 10 leave
no doubt that the individual who scattered
them had just disappeared or might even
then be contiguous to the body
ave can do nothing without more help"
said my friend, land we'll return to camp
and see if an ambulance can be provided
to convey him to some housr, where every
mark OF respect shall be paid his remains"
Ac we turned to leave, wild, agonizing
cry, as OF a soul in its last throe of despair.
riyeted eye ard ear to the denser under
growth that interviewed between the CORPSE
aud forest.
ooh, give him shroud and coffin"
importuned the hewitchingly lovely APP
partition OF the day previous 81 would
look again upon that face" returned !, if
you will suffer me, dear lady, to remove
this covering" for heavy black veil
shrouded the face. "Bnt the blood the
blood" shrieked she, "see, it has coagula.
ted around those beautiful eyes; and the
kingly head which but yesterday wore its
crown, is bowed in the DUST Soldiers, YOU
know he would have been true TO his vow
to love and protect me, and shield my
name from iniamy.
One look confirmed my fears, and liar.
ry Gatewood lay before me mute and CORY
in DEATH We had been friends together;
the ZANE roof in childhood had sheltered
us, the same maternal hand had guided our
erring feet, the same gentle voice sung the
eventide lullaby that had soothed our wear.
mess, and the same loving heart was bro
Ken when five years anterior we had par.
ted in wrath and bitterness. lie was nv
brother, and only brother, and a trihe had
sundered us had heard he loved n re
mote cousin, too poor to be inducted into
a family presuming upon their blood and
social position, and for this crime he had
been set aside as an unholy thing, and
Stunned a. though the attaint Of leprosy
cursed him with its loathsomeness. The
alarm OF war knelled over our quiet hills.
/ far down into the deep silences oi our val
| leyed recesses and the rebel boy Of Geo.
| ga nerved his Young arm for the contest
With the departure Of her first gallant
volunteers died away the last football OF
Our Harry upon the sod Of his native hills,
and all trace Of him vas lost, until Gettys-
burg bloody field beheld her sea Of human
faces turned sadly mp to God Fold back
the emblazoned scroll Of her triumph and
read th' blackened epitaph OF iuurned
/ hopes and broken hearts Hear, high above
the ppan Of victory, the killing cry Of the
mother in her agony, the vile in her DESC
lation, and the child in its destituiion.
| Oh, Gettysburg Gettysburg what har-
rowing memory is thinel sanctiisi and
sacred mex, to the scenes ofOcthsemane an
Calvary The booming o. cannon, raitin,
| Of musk ETC., Kissing Of shell, and gnrslin,
| note Of the death rattle are over. and
The young hero rests in the oil grave-y ard
OF j., hundred Of miles from the guarded
oak under whose umbragious branches
We had covenarted in childhood To sleep
1 when liie's lat battle was overl and now