The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-07-21

fully imperious as ever. the bagse calls again A pall of silence falls upon the ciamor and din of the battle. Ity the door of my prison. It yields to my touch. Down a stairway, with a noise less tread. hasten l step through . eursained door. stand on the heid where the waves of contention have th1n- deged and dashed. The level rays of the setting sun drift over the helpless figures stretched about me like a blessing upon the dead.
 At my feet the overturned cannon lies. There are its shattered wheels. Lying across the brazen muxzle, a his back 10 the held and his feet to the foe. IS stretched an artillery sergeant, ss'll grasp ! ing the broken saber in his nerveless hand. Here is pros,rAte group of in- fantry soldiers they win never stand upon their feet again. Here IS trooper ; headless he lies under the horse ,ha, with two legs torn away has fallen upon him. A little drummer-boy-how came such a child here where the fierce maelsTom of war circled and eddied m fire and carnage and fury :-lies by his drum i bend above him. and in face and form there is nothing human left Red are the stains about II. and his broken ] little hand hangs stiff and rigid on the edge of the shattered drum IL IS terri ble. Here. ghas,ly and horrible. lies a head. the blue cap with its scarlet and white pompon still resting Jauntily over the brow but nowhere can see the sol dier's body. Here IS a saber bent and twisted in the faU Of hand-to-hand com bat. walk among the headless trunks. arms and legs without bodies. crippled horses iine prone on their sides. or stand wearily. and with dumb patience, upon three legs. tread carefully over and around the broken. shattered bodies oi the fallen men. Here is the flag. ta,;ered and unfuiled. Jus, as ,t dropped from the hands of ,he sergeant here an epaule;. sli'tefing m crimson and gold; here is the gilded beli of a general here. nls;- red ana ben, and tented. lies the basle whose silver vo,rc called into play ;h.> wreck and carnage. And here. away or en ,he edge q: ,he aeid. away where stSi ,he spray ef this Ansfy wave oi stfite CogH4 have readhcd. tay ioof almost 'lts or ch.ld ly3sg pro,'rate, hait turned en her face. Tae dalnty fec; peep ogt ot ! eleud oi silk and lace Inc tangled ban of gold. d skeln Q; sunshine. hail hides the brow and cheek There IS no sign oi life ia the beautiful face. Killed by the terror and feaf ot .he battle. l bend io htt the h;;le form. and the arm upon which thought the child was lying IS gone horrible gash reaches from the temple 10 the base of the brain. and the lief, eye is crushed in its socket. The child-the dear swee, little girl ,; some body's arling. iait sacrifice 10 the hld- eous Moloch of war. how could
 1 Robbie" hear the voice ot hci little serene highness. Robbie come now. and pick up you. tops, dear. You ve Jeff your dolly and all your soldier: scattered abou, over the floor, so tha papa can scarcely walk across the room And somebody nas stepped on poor little Bessie's head. I'm afraid she'll have ,' go to the surgical institute
 4 batter of flying feet. and the blue eyed commander of the troops. aged ( comes charging into the room. and resolving himself into an ambulance corps. collects the dead and wounded with both hands. scoops them into big box, examines the wounded dolly's heac for saw-dus,. and appears surprised ' ind the skull iinei with big hole.
 Papa" he cries. did yoI hear ( battle lis appernoon
 Yes. Major. heard |.
 We lighted awful" the Malor says an fell down on my drum and brokeC my cannon. bu: gEampa wia ge, na' anGkzer one.