Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-04-27
DEATH AT FRANKLIN.
Battle in Which Thirteen Confederat to
Generals Were Shot.

Battle in Which Thirteen Confederate
Generals Were Shot.
re. E. Robert, in Philadelphia TimesI
It was the Both of November, 1864.
4 o'clock in the afternoon the line of
title was formed, Stewart on the right,
eatham on the left, their right and
Il TANKS, interlocked like Parthian
3'ields, composing the center. Gen.
stephen d. Lees corps was held in re-
rive. Cleburne's position was in the
enter; his division formed in three
Dattle lines and he at its head. Thus
.,ranged, Hoods line was nearly two
niles long, advancing, curved like
Aussulman's cimetar with the blade to
lie foe. But let US follow Cleburne.
}1gles were blowing, drums beating
nd bands playing. A courier dashed
ID to Cleburne's presence and soon the
Ford Attention." was given, then
Forward, march," and the column
passed over hill and through the little
illirt of woods. Soon they emerged
INTO an open field and steadily they
passed on with proper cadence" to-
ward the rampant of blood and death.
The Federal batteries began to open.
First came solid shot booming over the
earth and tearing and crashing through
the ranks; then the shrieking shells
few through the air on the wings of
destruction, bursting under and above
and around the men, and at every ex-
;>losion unbinding more evils than ever
few from Pandora's box. Twilight was
coming on. Forward, men!" was re-
peated all along the line A living
sheet of fire was poured into their
ranks. But the men pressed forward
until the terrific roar ran from center
90 flank, from wing to wing.
Night came and the two armies
fought like two blind giants in despair
Cleburne's old war-cry rang out above
the din of arms Follow me, boys!"
Once again, and again, and again, seven
times, Cleburne's division, and indeed
all of Hoods army, charged the breast
works. And once again, and again,
and again, seven times, were they re-
pulsed. Every time they formed and re-
iormed under a most CALLING fire. At
one time, just after dusk, Cleburne
captured a portion of the works and
turned the guns of Federal battery on
their former owners; but it was only
for few moments-a little silver rift
in the battle clouds that enveloped him
in darkness. It was the hottest fire
Cleburne had ever met. It was but one
stream of blazing hell. Confederates
were on one side of the breastworks and
Federals on the other. Men fell fiat on
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bodies of their dead comrades. Dead
soldiers filed the intrenchments.
Blood made the earth as slippery as an
ice-pond. Thus the fire was kept up
until after midnight, and gradually
died out. But both armies held their
own. The Confederates passed the
night where they were, just outside the
breastworks. The Federals, only few
feet off, held their cover until near day
break, when they quietly marched
away and retreated back to Nashville
But when the morrow's sun began to
light up the sky, the surviving sol
diers looked out upon a sad battlefield.
The dead were piled one Oh top of the
other In awful heaps, and wounded
seemed thicker than the uncounted
stars. Horses, like men, had died game
upon the defenses. Cleburne's body
lay there on the top of the breastworks.
CHASTITY in the sleep of death, pierced
with forty-nine bullets, through and
through. His mare had her forefeet
on top of the works, dead in that
position.
Not far from where Cleburne lay was
seen the dead body of Gen. Adams.
His horse had his forefeet on one side
of the works and his hindfeet on the
other, dead. The General seemed to
have been caught so that he was held