Vermont farmer. [volume] (Newport, Orleans County, Vt.) 1870-1877, 1875-03-19
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(Pieksns County, Soah Carolina, Is74)
Shoe your horsel Well, yes, sir, reckon can.
Here, Johnny, come brush OF the nies like a man.
Fine Sceneryi Yes but, ifyou were to try
To pillow up that hillside, you'd understand why
Pm tired OF these mountains the 6elds, now, bare
And smooth about Charleston-perhaps you've been
thersi
am old for my trade, am just sixty-fOur;
But some years are long as lifetime, nay, more;
Ten lifetimes have passed snee-but mind that
Here Joe bring a chair-take the gcntlemAn's hat,
And, Susie, my blossom. ran quickly and bring
A nice cup Of water from grandpa's cold spring,
Yes, grandchildren; orphans SIR three little Ones
They all we have LEFT now, for all four
Are dead James and Harry, and brave little Gray,
Who, worn out with marching, dropped dead by the
way,
With his drum al his back a boy, sir, the pride
or his mother, who never has smiled since he died.
BY the cold Rappahannock our eldest son fell
They starving, poor iellOwshalf naked as well
But they charged in their rags, and mOwn down
like grass
Len dying and dead in tho frozen moraSs.
Have you ever been hungry, sir, day after dayi
You don't know how it takes mans spirit away.
But they charged in their rags They rushed with
On the snemy,s ranks as they slowly drew
The blue-coated Yankees, we'll clothed and we'll fed,
Who, wondering looked at poor famshed dead
When, the struggle hopeless weak-handed, DER,
Gaunt, shOeless, and ragged, they lay the shore.
Into the Wilderness, Henry and James
They never out We their two names
Reported as "missng = and Harry's young wife
Just plnod away-pined awsy-out of this life.
Then we rode 10 join Lee, old horse Dobbin and l.
As his four boys had died. so the father could die!
The thin ranks were wellOd by old men with gray
hair,
And boys under age-those last days Of despair
Had drained from the South every man, and the ARMS
And the fields were uuplowod save by wOmen's weak
arms.
How marched our rag-covered, frozen old feet
How the poor lads paraded, with nothing to eat
don't know what makes mo run on in this way
There the shoe is quite fast srI bid you goodday.
A quArterl Yes; thank you. That road to your
right
Five Forks, did ysu say' Was l in that fight,
i was and this bony hand fred the last gun
OF our last haggard rally ere victory was won
By sheridan's men, full Of beef and hard-tack
With miles Of fat wagon-trans safe at their back;
While the ragged Confederate tightened his belt
To hold In the slekening hunger he fo't.
Then came AppOmattox, the contest was done,
The long struggle over, the Yankee had won!
And is not peace better You ask. Can tell,
Ny thoughts away where my four strong boys
fell.
To argue the question never good
Carolina went out, and we all understood
We must 90 with state-and can't make II plain
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, aad so l can't look
Away back to "principles !" all can do .r....
Is pillow up the hillside and set a horse-shoe,
To feed those poor children bat sometimes dream
OF the old days in Charleston-how far of they seem
Oh proud was old Charleston; down there by the
sea-
And bright those days; but they're over for me
Forever Yes-Time; but he never can give
Ny boys who had only life to live.
] don't understand, and it's no use 10 tryi
But the Lord understands, aud He'll toll me why.
Some day when at last my four lost boys will come
To call their old father, and carry him home
There's horse wants shOe-yes, they turning this
way;
It's Judge Brown, of this district. CEA, what's that
you sAyi
He's eolered' Ofcourse we're used to that hers)
Let me hold your horse, Judge. Run, joe bring q
chair.