The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1883-06-02
spring, Uncle John rode upon old Pyg-

maliOn?
You remember it was in the bill for
the Sixth Corps to carry the Heights,
move out past Salem Church, and head
off, sort of tap in the flank, General Lee S
army, which was to be made to fall back
from Charlottesville ?
Do you remember the nice little
scheme they planned and fought all that
winter-with their lips?
Don't you remember that the unaccom-
modating Southerners did not fall back
to any great extent, but came forward
| there at the church with some considera-
Bile velocity?
Don't you remember that up to that
time you had not seen the impetuous son
of the South fall back much, excepting
when he seemed to be quite ready to fall
back
Don't you remember that You did not
then expect him to fall back p And don't
you remember that in those days the
programme never seemed to fill?
However, as Celtic friend of mine was
wont to remark, "we'll lave that go.''
Well. On that spring morning, there
at the foot of the hill, that's where l first
met Gravity.
AS Gravity remarked, there had been
quite circus on the banks of the muddy
Rappahannock that morning, and Craw-
fly had taken one of the leading parts.
have intimated that he was o. the ar
tillery.
He went into the performance with six
guns. The demonstlative Southerners
on the heights bad been flirting with him
and knocked five of his guns into old
junk.
When Pygmalion waddled up the hill
Gravity undertook to follow him with
what he called his poor orphan gun.
We met ON road not quite wide
enough for two such shows, as we had to
pass.
We were both following old Pygmalion
In those days, wherever old Pygmalior
WellJ, tllt ldt US "cIC SulC W So
But there we were, neither of US had
the right of way, for certain, nor had We
letters of introduction to each other.
And what spectacle then was Gravity.
He was mounted on large thoroug-
bred horse, which wore English hunting
equipments, and had its tail banged like
the forelocks of dude.
Gravity had gone into the fight that
morning wearing gold Jacket, trimmed
with blue, red flame! shirt, and beauti-
full white corduroy trousers.
But a shell had smashed his arm which
was in a sling, the blood from his arm
had saturated his trousers; his cap was
gone: his face was begrimed with powder
q can truthfully remark that Crawfy's
face was not beautiful in its best estate);
his gold jacket looked as if it had been
struck by lightning. and he was gener-
ally the most disheveled and thoroughly
uninviting specimen of the patriot it had
been my good fortune to look upon up to
that time.
As now revert to that touching scene
after the lapse of about twenty years,
think 4 must have smiled.
Gravity must have noticed this playful
relaxation of my manly brow.
Well, sir, he said, his lower jaw pro-
truding like bull dogs.
U,,a Won onythjuu RI saw ~
Yes" l replied, "now that you have
put me in mind of it, was about to make
an observation. 1t occurs to me, taking
into consideration what my ancestors
would designate as your tout ensemble,
you are just the worst looking specimen
of our proud race | ever saw
To that observation, which thought
afterwards was a tritle too familiar, con-
sidering our brief acquaintance, Gravity
paid not the slightest attention.
Probably, some one before that had
given expression to similar sentiment.
His lower jaw, however, went further
to the front, and his short upper lip
curled an extra curl or two, as he replied.
"I'll fight you for the right OF way up
this road"
"Fight?' said. GLOW can you fight
with your arm in a sling?'
His very expressive lower jaw literally
dropped.
Il didn't think Of that, he said. Then
riding close up to me he added, in the
most captivating tone Of voice he could
command
"See here, sir you don't know me,
and l don't know you, and we don't
know each other;but do know that Pyg-
malion has gone up that hill. Uncle John
is up there; I'm one of his nephews, and
if you will let me land the first gun
on those heights after Pygmalion, | will
love you all the rest of my life
He went on. His gnn was the first on
the hill top.
'.Trot!' ne shouted. "Trot, you snails
Pygmalion is gaining on u.s."
Bugler, blow the trot." Poor
Gravity.
That was his last command. He was
struck by shell, inst as he went over
tho brow of the hill, and borne to the
earth.
They were raising him as we got there
preparing to take him to the rear. But
it was evident at glance that Gravity
had fired his last shot.
Its no use," he murmured, "no use.
Never mind me-
Then with last convulsive effort he
pointed out towards the church.
Wonder he goes"
"Bugler, blow the trot ~
Follow Pygmalion -
And we followed where the old horse
led the way. MULDooN,
Major Heavy Artillery.
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