The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1883-12-08
FARM, GARDEN AND HOME.
At The &ulIahR.


tPicKESs COUNTY, SOUTH CAROLINA, Is741
Shoe your horse Well yes, sir, reckon can.
Here, Johnny, come brush Oft the flies like man.
Fine scenery Yes; but, If You were to try
10 plough up that hillside, you'd understand why
I'm tired OF these mountains the fields, now, are
And smooth about Charleston-perhaps you've
been there2
am old for my trade? 1 am inst sixty-four;
but some years are long as a lifetime, nav more
Zen hieumes have passed since-but never mind
that.
Here, Joe, bring chair-take the gentleman's hat
AND susie, my blossom, run quickly and bring
nice cup OF water from grandpa's cold spring.
Yes, grandchildren orphans sir three little ones
lney are all we have left now for all our four Sous
Are dead: James and Harry, and brave little Gray,
VINO, worn out with marching, dropped dead by
With his drum at his back mere boy, sir, the
pride
VI his mother, who never has smiled since he died.
By the cold Rappahannock our eldest son fell
well
But they charged in their RAGS and ,yers mourn
down like grass
Left dying and dead in the frozen morass
have you ever been hungry, sir. dav after day?
you dont know how it takes mans spirit away
But they charged in their rags. They rushed with
cheer
On the enemy's ranks as they slowly drew near
The bue-coated Yankees We'll clothed ana well Il d.
"ho wondering, looked at our poor, famished
dead,
When, the struggle SO hopeless. SO weakbanded
DER,
Gaunt, shoeess, and ragged they lay on the shore.
Into the Wilderness Harry and James
They never came out. We saw their two names
reported as " missing and Harry's young wife
Just pinned away-pined away--out OF this life.
Then we rode to join Lee, old horse Dobbin and I
AS his four boys had died. so the father could die
The thin ranks were swelled by old men with gray
And boys under age-those last days of despair
mad drained from the south every man, and the
farms
And the fields were unploughed save by WON ems
weak arms.
How We marched on our rag-eovered, frozen old
How the poor lads paraded, with nothing to eat!
I don't know what makes me run on in this yay-
1heie, the shoe Is quite fast, sir-I bid you good
quarter? Yes: thank you. That road to your
right
Five Forks did you say9 Was in that fght9
was; and this bony hand fired the last gun
VI our last haggered rally ere victory was won
WITH miles of tat wagon trains safe at their back
While the ragged Confederate frightened his belt
10 nod IN the sickening hunger he felt.
Ihen came AppomattoN the contest was done,
Inc long struggle over, you Yankees had won
And is not peace better? you ask. Can l tell +?
fell.
To argue the question never was good
Carolina went out and We all understood
We must go with our state-and | can't make il
plain
To my mind that my four boys have died all in vain
Perhaps you are right-you talk like a book
I'm old and tired out ana so l can't look
Away back TO principles; :" all can do
Is plough up that hillside and set horseshoe
TO feed these poor children but sometimes dream
OF the old days in Char ieston-how far OFF they
seemi
Oh! proud was old Charleston, down there by the
And bright were those days but they're over tor me
Forever. Ies-Iime. but he never can give
My boys, who bad only their one life to hive.
doa't understand and it's no u-e to try:
But the Lord understands, and He'll tell me why
Some day when at last, my four boys will cons
10 call tleir old father, and carry him home
1here's horse wants a shoe-yes, they're turning
tins way;
It's Judge Brown, of this district. (Eh what's that
you Say?
He's colored? OF course; we're use to that here)
Let lie hold your horse, judge. Run, Joe, bring a
chair
&C. 2. WoolSon, IN AppIeton's Journal.