The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-08-15

back to the field and his feet TO the foe.
is stretched an artillery sergeant. still
grasping the broken saber in his nerve
less hands. Here is PROSTATE group
of infantry soldiers; they will never
stand upon their feet again. Here is
trooper; headless he lies under the horse
that with two legs torn away has fallen
upon him. A little drummer-boy-
how came such child here where the
fiery maelstrom of war circled and
eddied in fire and carnage and furyp-,
lies by his drum. / bend over him,
and in face and form there is nothing
human left. Red are the stains about
IT, and his broken little hand hangs
stiff and rigid on the edge of the shat
tered drum. 1t is terrible. Here,
ghastly and horrible, lies head, the
blue cap with its scarlet and white
pompon still resting jauntily over the
brow; but nowhere can see the, SOL
dier's body. Here is saber bent and
twisted in the fury of hand. to-hand
combat. Iwalk among headless trunks,
arms and legs without bodies; crippled
horses lie prone on their sides, or
stand wearily, and with dumb pa
tience, upon three legs. tread
carefully over and around the broken,
shattered bodies of the fallen men.
Here is the flag, tattered and unfurled,
just as it dropped from the hands Of
the sergeant; here an epaulet. glitter
ing in crimson and gold; here is the
gilded belt of the general; here, marred
and bent and dented, lies the bugle
whose silver voice called into play this
wreck and carnage. And here, away
off on the edge of the field, away, where
Just the spray of this angry wave OF
strife could have reached, my foot
almost falls on child lying prostrate,
half turned on her face. The dainty
feet peep out of cloud of silk and lace.
the tangled hair of gold, skein of sun
shine, half hides the brow and cheek.
There isno sign of life in the beautiful
! face. Killed by the terror and fear
born of the battle? bend to lift the
little form, and the arm upon which /
thought the child was lying is gone; q
horrible cash reaches from the temple
to the base of the brain, and the left
eye is crushed in its socket. The child;
the dear, sweet little girl; somebody S
darling, fair sacrifice to the hideous No
loch of war, how could .. 81
"Robbiei" / hear the voice of her
little serene 'highuess. Robbie! Come.
| hON, ahu PiSh up lOuA Wy ., ueni-
You've left your dolly and all your
soldiers scattered about over the floor,
SO that papa can scarcely walk across
she room. And somebody has stepped
on poor little Bessie's head. I'm afraid
she'll have to go to the surgical in
stitute." II 's9s .
A patter of flying feet, and the blue.
eyed commander Of the troops, aged
six, comes charging into the room,
and, resolving himself into an ambu-
lance corps, collects the dead and
wounded with both hands, scoops them
into big box, examines the fracture
IN the wounded dolly's head for saw.
dust, and appears surprised to find the
skull lined with a big hole.
Papa" he cries, "did you hear q
battle zis appernoonP
| 80 Yes, Major, heard it"
We lighted awful" the Majol
says, "an' fell down on my drum
and -breked my cannon, but cramps
will get me anuzzer one. ."-R. j. Bar
dette, in Cincinnati Enquirer.