The National tribune., 1881-08-27
THREE NOVEMBER DAYS.
SECOND HY-LooKoUT MOUNTAIN.
B. +. TAYLOR.

From Little NlassS.
l am loOkingdOwn upon three boys that lie
side by side on tie ground. Three bits of twine
bind those willin feet of theirs that shall never
again move at tie double quick" to the charge
They were amOn.the heroes of Lookout Noun
tain. They were killed Yesterday And to-day,
let me think WAT is to-day. Away there at
the North, there pre song and sermon; and the
old family table, tat had been dropping in the
corner, spread its vide wings; and the children
came fiOcking hoe like doves to their win
dows"; and the Teshod made music to their
feet.-alas, for thdhree pairs beside me!-and
the welcome went bund the bright hearth 1t is
THANKSGIVING tday Let the mothers give
thanks, if they ca, for the far-away feet that
grew beautiful athey hastened to duty and
halted in death. wen while the heart of the
loyal land was lifd in psalm for the blessings
it had numbered, mother was winging its way
nOrthward,-the 1ingS Of triumph from the
mountains of the Imberland!
Tuesday broke cd and cheerlesS: it was Scot
tish morning andh he air was dim with mist. |
crossed the grOuI over which our boys had
marched so grandl On Monday afternoon, down
into the valley Odath and glory. where they
had lain all night Inc Of battle. Brave hearts,
They were readyaIi eager for second days
journey; they had IN their hands to the burning
ploughshare, and he, was no thought of look
ing back Beyond tim lay the hostile camps,
and Mission Ridge VIII its three burrows of rifle
pits and the enemy sarming like gray ants on
the hills. You wOudiave wondered, as did, at
the formidable liTp f defense the boys had
thrown up when he came to Il halt, and the
terrible music the larched to had died out
with the day RoGs nd logs had been piled in
great windrOwS, fledin with earth, and could
have withstood a sDuassault.
Our wicked littlebaery on Orchard Knob had
"ceased from troubin;. Fort Wood was dumb
and not a voice from t Parrott' perches any
where Stray ambulars-thOse flying hospitals
were making their " back to the town, and
soldiers were digging gyes on the hllsdes. In
terrogatiOn points gifted in mems eyes as they
turned an ear to the rtheast and listened for
Sherman. BY and by ;ttle feet of soldier-laden
pontoon boats came dining down the river, and
I hastened to meet tin as they landed The
bows, in high feather, ttbled out the inevitable
coffee-kettle swinging IN their bayOnets. If
Federal soldier shouloe fellow traveller with
Bunvan's Pilgrim, | ast believe
THAT TIN TTLE OF HIS
would be heard tinkl after him to the very
threshold of the "Gat}eautiful" Well. bows,
what now" "We'put down the pontoon
taken nineteen RebpicketS without firing
oun-run the Rebel tkade-draWn a shot
nobody hurt-Sherma column is half over
buIIv for Sherman" hose fellows had been
thirty hours withOutSt, and as fresh
hearted and dashing 10 many thoroughbreds.
They had wrought all int long with their lives
in their hands. and M trace of hardship or "A
breath of complaininglhe heavy drudgery OF
army life, without VIII campaigns could never
bear the red blossom battle seldom, fancy,
elcits the thanks of cCnanding generals.
Perhaps it was elcyeIslOck on Tuesday morn
ing, when the rumble artillery came in gusts
from the valley to the VI of Lookout Climbing
Signal Hill, could see hImes of smoke rolling
to and fro, like cloud som a boiling caldrOn.
The mad surges of tuml Dashed the hill till they
cried aloud, and roare,h through the gOrges till
you might have fancied sthe thunders of long
summer tumbed into tvalley together And
yet the battle was unst 1t was like hearing
voices from the Id. Meanwhile it be-
gan TO rain; skirts of m frailed over the woods