The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-09-29
Chr Rutland Unity Glohe
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 90, 1874.
AT Tsst Swiftly.


shoe your horse9 Wen, yes, reckon can.
Here, Johnny, come brush of the flies like
Fine scenery Yes; hut II YOU were to try
To plough up that hillside, you'd understand
I'm tired Of these mountains; the fields now are
AMI smooth about Charlcstown- perhaps you've
been there?
am old for my trade2 am Just slXty-four;
But some years are long as lifetime, nay
Ten lifctmcs have passed sIncc-but never
mind that.
Here Joe, bring chair take the gcntlemans
And. susie, my blossom, run quickly and brine
nice cup OF water from grandpas cold spring.
Yes, grandchildren; orphans, sir; three little
They arc al we have lcft now, FOR all our tour
Are dcad James and Harry and brave little
why, worn out wlthmarchiug, dropped dead by
the way.
with his drum at his back; a mere boy. sir, the
pride
Drills mother who never has smiled since he
died.
BY the old Rappahannock orr oldest son fell
They were starving, poor fellowS-half naked
as H.
But they charged in their rags, and were mown
down like grass,
LETT dying and dead in the frozen morass,
Have YOU ever been hungry, sir day after DAY
You don't know how ii takes mans spirits
away.
But they charged in their rags! They rushed
on the cnemy's ranks as they slowly drew near
The blue coated Yankees wen clothed and well
fed,
who, wondering looked at our poor famshed
dead,
When the struggle, 50 hopeless so veal, hand
ed DER
CANT, shoclcs,, and ragged they lay on the
shore.
Into the Wilderness, Harry and James
They never came out. We saw their two names
Reported as "missng;" and lIariy's young
wife
Then we rode to join Lee, old horse Dobbln
and i
As his four sons had died, so the father could
die!
The thin ranks were swcllcd by old men with
gray hair,
And boys under agc-those last days of despair
Had drained from the south every man, and the
farms
And the fields were unploughed save by wo-
mems weak arms,
How we marched on our rag -coycrel, frozen old
feet
How the poor lads paraIed, With nothing TO
eat!
don't know what makes me run on in this
way
There-thc shoe is quite fast, slr-l bid you
good day.
A quarter? Yes; thank you. That road to your
right
Five Forks did you say? Was | in that fight
| was; and this bony hand fired the last gun
OF our last haggard rally ere victory was won.
But sheridan's men, full of beef and hard tack.
With miles OF fat wagon trains safe at the
back;
While tie ragged confederate frightened his
belt,
No hold in the sickening hunger he felt.
Then came AppomattoX, the contest vas done,
The long struggle over, you Yankees have won.
And is not peace better? you ask. Can tell
My thoughts arr away where my four strong
boys fell
J9. arSSae The 9ggss!i9a nsysr VAS good,
We must go with orr state, and can't make 1t
To my mind that my four boys have died all in
vain.
Perhaps you are right, you talk like a book
Pm old and tired out. and so can't look
Away back to "principles - all can do
Is plough up that hillside and set horse shoe,
To feed those poor children but sometimes
OF the old days in chirleston--how far of they
seem
Oh proud Of old Charleston, down there by the
And bright were those days; but they're over
for me
FOREVER. It's, llllc Dui ne NEVER till SlNt
My boys who had Cnly their one life to live.
don't understand ana It's no use to Fry;
But the Lord understands, and Hen tell Inc
why.
Some day when, nj last. my four lost boys Will
come
To call their old father and carry him home,
There's horse wants II shoe. yes, they're turn
ing this way;
IT'S Judge Brown, OF this district. Ii, what's
that you say?
Hes coored? OF couse we are used to that
hcrc0
Let me hold your horse, Judge. Run, Joe, bring
chair.