The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-09-13
lFron APpie.ons' journal.
AZ THE .SHITHl.
Piskeus County South Carolina.

81 your horse? Well, yes, sir. reckon can.
Here, Johnny. 60 ne brush off the flies ike mar
Fine scenery Yes; but, II you were to try
10 plough up that hillside you'd understan
why.
In tired OF these mountains the fields now
And smooth about Charleston perhaps you'v
been there,
ain Old for my trade? am jn.t sixty four:
But some years are long as lifetime, nay
more.
Ten lIfe-times have passed zinco-but neye
mind that.
Herr, Joe bring a chair-take the gentlemen
And, Susie, my blossom, run quickly and bring
NC cap q water from Srandpa's cold spiins.
Yes, grandchildren; orph ,ns, sir; three LITTLE
They arr all we have left now, for all our foul
Are dead; Jamos AMI Harry, and brave little
Glay,
Who, worn out with marching, dropped dead b.
the way
N''h bus drum a his back, mere boy, sir, the
pride
81 nls mother. who never has smiled since he
died
BY 'be cold RappahannocA our elies. son fell
Ahty were starving. poor 4e.low.-ha1 ua.td az
well;
''.' thy charged in their rags, aud were mown
down like ;,rass
1.'st lyl ( and dead lii the frozen morass.
Have you ever been hungry. slr. day alter day:
i"1 don! know how it lakes i mans spr. away.
S':t they charged in their rags: They rushed
VITA 4 cheer
On She enemy ranks as tn slowly drew near
The blue-cutlcd Ylnhees, weli clotntd and wei.
~, weuIcs.uS. .o1ied g our poor iaM.-i.c''
AAen, the strusgie SO hopeless. 50 weah-hlnied,
aaunt. shoeless. and ragged. they lay lhr
shore.
Into the Wilderness. Harry and James.
They never came out. We saw their two names
Reported as 8 missing" and Harry young wifc
Just pinned away -pined away OF TINS me
.aen We rode to JOIN Lee. Old horse Dobp.n and
As ms four boy. had died. 50 til. father could
die:
An. Thin ranks were swelled by old men with
gray HAIR, #
And boys under a e-,hose last days Of DESPAIR
He'd drained FROM the South every man, ana The
And the fields wers unploughed save by women's
How We marched rel Dn our rag covered frozen old
feet
How the poor lads paradcd, with nothing to eat :
don't know what makes me on in this way
Ihere-the sh % IS quite fast, sir bid you
gocdday.
A quarter? Yes; thank you. That road to our
right
Five Forks, did you say? Was in that fight?
was and this bony hand fired The Iast gun
OF our last haSgard rally ere victory was won
BY Sher dams men, full of beef and hard tack,
With III. Of fat waSon-trans safe at Their back:
While til ragged Confederate frightened his beat
II, ID hunger
Then cane Appomattox, the contest was done,
The long struggle ovcr-you Yankees had won:
And IL not peace better? you ask Can tell?
by Thoughts are away whore my four strong boys
fell.
70 argue the question l never was good
Carolina went out, and we all undeI stood
We must go with eur State-and can't N Ike it
70 my mind that Jay four boys have ali died in
vain.
Perhaps you are right-you talk like a book
I'm Old and tired cut, and so l cant look
Away back to principles" al can do
Ie plough up that hillside and set a horseshoe
10 feed these poor children; but sometimes
OF the Old days in Charleston how far off they
Sc m
Oh proud was old Charleston, down there BY The
And bright were those days. but they're over FOR
Forever. Yes Time; but he never can give
My bows, who had only their one life t. live.
| don't understand and it's no use to try;
But the Lord IN iers tand5, and Hen tell me
why
Some dag when, st last, my four lost boys will
come
TO call their old father. and carry him home.
There's Il horse wants shoe yes, they re turn
ing TINS way;
HIS Judge Brown of this district. .Eh, what's
tlat YOU say
He's color;ed7 OF course; we're used to that
hcre.l
Let me hol your horse, judge. Run. Joe, bring
0chair.
CONSTANCE Kenmore WooLsoN.