Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1883-06-06
Searching for ;he sia,E,

l
Did you ID nix, when we came, you and I, out
TO search for our dead, you would be q fair
sigatf
YOU'RE his wife; you love hIm-you think 10;
lna ditch with the rest, while my arms can
| bear
His form to grave hat my own may soon
80. il your strength fails, best 60 sit By the
/ HEARTH
While his mother alone seeks his bod on the
! earth.
rou will gol Then no faintins, Give me the
And follow my footsteps-my heart will lead
Alb, G:dl What is here, A great heap Of the
An mspEisd and sory, VIVA. horrible pain
These brings have died In! Dear mothers. ~
re weep, Oh, 70 weep Ger this terrible sleep,
More! morel Ahl thought could nevcr
| more know
Grief. horror. or pity. for aueht here below.
Since s'ood in the porch and head his chief
How brave was my son, bow he gailantiy fol-.
| DID tn think cared then to see officers
Before my great sorrow, zach hat in each
| hand?
Why. girl, do you feel neither reverence nor
That y"ur red hands turn over toward this
| dim light,
These dead men that stare so2 All, II you had
kept
Your senses this morning ere his comrades had
You had heard that his place was worst Of
| them all
Not mid ,he, s,ragGlcrs-whcre be fought hs
would fnill
There's the moon through tho clouds; O.
1 Christ. what n cnpnet
Dost Thou from ThyIlcavens DER such visions
And stiI coll this curs'd world foo 8 oo, o,
Hark! a groani there anothcr-herv in this
Piled close on each other! AhI here y the
Torn. dripping with eorc-bahl they died for
| this rag.
Here's the voice that VIC seek; poor soul, do
| not start:
We're women, not ghosts. What cash DER
l. there auRnt we can do? message to give
yonny beloved oncI swear, If hive,
"Home,' .'motaer. .'wiie." ere he reeiel down
'mong the dead.
But & !rst. can you toll where his regiment
Speak M spGsk, cal ,na, man or point twas the Ninth.
l. choking his voiccl What look OF despnirl
There, lean on my knee. while put back tho
From eyes so fast glazing Oh, my darling, my
Ny hands were both idle when you died alone
He's dyins-he's dead! Close his eyes, let us
Gods peace to his soull II We only could
| know
| Where our own dear ono lesl My soul has
turned sick;
Must We crawl ocr these bodies that lie here
.OtDick?
Icannot. cannot! How eager you are.
One might think you were nursed on the rcd
lap OF War.
He's nor Eero-nnd not here, What wild homes
flash through
Ny th,uahisas foot dcep,I stand in their dread
And Ca, up prayer tn tie bue. Quiet sky!
Was y n you, girl tina, shrieked? Ah wig face
Up-turned toward me there, SO rigid and
white?
o. God. my brainl 'Tls dream. My Old sight
Is d.mIned with these he rrors. My soni oh,
Would ! a died for thee. my own only onei
There, Iitt "a your arms; let him come 10 the
FOLLY sAOTs.
WAS your wife bellc?'
NO said the husband emphatically,
..but she makes more noise than any
hell ever heard"
They were discussing after dinner the
supposed attempt made to blow up the
| London Times.
"Pshaw." exclaimed the youthful heir
! of the house, ''that's nothing. You
! ought to hear mother blow up dad"
"Have you dynamite about your per-
! SOM" asked the polite Custom House
| official AT Cork as an Irish-Amcrican
landed from the steamer tug.
| ..Begorrah, I'm full of it," exclaimed
Pat brandisliin, an empty whisky bot
tie. "Yez had hetther kape away from
me or I'll exphlode.
Talking of deliriu-a tremens." re.
marked Brooklyn physician to a group
of friends in Fulton Street pharmacy,
s.the worst case of the kind ever saw
was the case Of dog down in Ken
tuckv."
"How was it?" they all asked at once"
.sWhy, he bit off and swallowed the
nose of Louisville editor"
Wendell Phillips expresses the hope
tl.at the day will soon come when no
man will smoke on the street. Wen
dell Phillips doesn't exhibit his usual
sagacity in entertaining such hope.
The probabilities are that the number OF
men who smoke on the street will large
" increase. Womcn's bonnets are get
ting to require SO much space that
man won't have any room to smoke at
home.
..You are not in your usual spirits To-
oay," observed visitor to a lady, who
was famous for the perseverance with
which she went about gathering up the
gossip of the community.
mo" she replied, II amt feeling
aslively as Igenerally do. There hasn't
been funeral in this neighborhood for
several days"
Father" said Melancthon Marrow
fst, ..did you ever study geology?"
"Why do you askP" returned the old
man.
Because it gives fellow such lot
of new ideas.
..What new idea was it that prompted
your question:"
"Why that the wicked boys who pelt-
ed the prophet Elijah lived in the Stone
Age
The cicht year old son of musician.
wei known Tor his devotion to classical
music was presented with . drum on
his birthday. The energ.y with which
he exercised his strength upon It made
him tho terror OF the neighbors, un....
. the general feeling was that 1t would
be a great relief il somebody would bill
that boy.
II wonder" said nervous old lady
one evening, sfter day Of extra tor
ture. .,what ever induced sensible man
like Mr.. M to give his SON the mesna
Of making such frightfll noiseF'
ssThat's an easy one. answered hos