Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-03-05

town from the bank of the stream to
the court house-three-quarters of a
mile in extent-facing north. We
were not ashamed to face that way
now. Old Massachusetts to the
right of the line-all that was left of
her-eighteenth, twenty-second, thir-
ty-second; and the forty first Maine,
willingto follow where she was worthy
to lead, and the proud fragments of
the twentieth and first sharpshooters,
Michigan, never behind when bold
blow was to be struck, then the shad-
owy fragments of her once glorious
first, fourth, sixteenth; then Penn
sylvania on the left with all that re-
mained to be seen of her sixty-sixth,
and eighteenth and one hundred and
fifty-ffth. In the rear of US Grego-
ry's New York brigade of new troops
but worthy. Opposite, our own gal
liant little first brigade.
In that surrender Gen. Grant
showed magnanimity that we were
disposed to criticize. He insisted,
however, that while private property
should be respected wherever it might
be, all belonged to secession-the
rebel army, officers and men, must
march out in due ceremony and lay
down their arms and colors in the
presence of some of our troops. AS
we stand there in the morning mist,
we see the rebel army breaking camp
and then slowly and reluctantly form
ing ranks for the last time. And
now they move-the great mass
breaking into column Of march;
Gen. Gordon, with the Stonewall
Jackson corps, then Longstreet's
corps, then Hills corps; commanded
by Heath. On they came, the rebel
lion battle flags with the diagonal
cross and the thirteen stars. The
head of the rebel column come op-
posite our right. and at the bugle
signal we come to the ''carry arms"
The rebel commander, Gen. Gordon,
at the head of the column, observes
this little courtesy, and drops the
point of his sword and gives the
command to "carry." Not sound
from the trumpet, nor roll of drum,
but in stiffness as if indeed the dead
were passing there-thus they NOV
ed. Then they stacked arms and
took off the their cartridge boxes and
laid them on the pile. Lastly, pain
fully, they furled their battle flags and
laid them in the dust; some kneeling
down over them and kissing them
with burning tears. And then the
star-spangled banner waved alone
upon the field. Thus, all day long
division after division comes. goes
through the ceremony, and passes
on. Having been stripped of citi-
zenship, and giving their honor new
er to raise arms again, they can 60
where they will. Meantime, all day,
no taunt, no cheer, nor whisper of
vain glory escapes a single man of
ours. There was something like a
half-fraternal feeling toward these
men. We were fellOw-soldiers at
last. The tremendous battles were
wrought by us together. Whoever
had made the war, we had ended it.
On the morrow, along the hillsides,
what a contrast, indeed Singly, OF
in groups, on foot, on horse, are
those men making their way, every
one Cor his far-away home, and we
are left alone and lonesome. When
we took up our weary march home
ward, it was dull to plod on without
skirmishers ahead. 1t was tame
too, that where the road ended nc
pickets were placed, and our peace
was not to be disturbed by the leader
songsters. 1t seemed a waste of op
portunity that upon the march, wher
we entered a valley no battery belch
ed upon us from the heights beyond