The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1883-06-05
A TALE OF THE WAR.


Cn page 2S2 of Scotts Life OF Mos
by, the Confederate cavalryman, tht
following statement appears:
Leaving the dead to bury the dead
the rangers recrossed the Shenandoah
River, in Virginia. As they ascend
ed the mountain (the Blue Ridge II
was discovered that solitary prison
er had escaped the fate of his com
rades. He was conducted deeper in
to the forest and ordered to prepare
for death. 1t was a solemn spectacle
to see this brave young officer knee
in the solitude of the mountain and
pour forth fervent prayer to the
Great Father.
The young man then arose slowly
to his feet, and, tearing open his
shirt, with unquailing eye received
the fatal shot.
Of all the strange things that hap.
pencd during the war, nothing was
stranger than the fate of this young
man who had been born Virginian
had left his home and gone to Califor.
mia some time before the war; had
enlisted in the Federal cavalry, and
returned home to be killed within a
stones throw of the cabin where he
"first saw the light" What could be
moro touching, strange and sad?
The story is thus told in verse,
under the title of
"The Phantom Of The Shenandoah"
Once In time OF war and danger,
Nearly twenty years ago,
A quaint aud pretty maiden
Lived above the shenandoah;
And her father kept the ferry,
Mher. the waters foam aud flow
Through the channels 10 the mountains,
And the trailing mosscs grow
Ger the tuirctsof M.. Carmel,
Just above the Shenandoah,
The maideu's name was Ellcnl Moore.
All uubonncted and blushing,
Round about the aabin door,
Gathering sticks aud trash for fuel,
In the cold and hitter snow
nunming songs about her brother,
On the distant golden shore,
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With his boy solcng ago.
Ere he husr,i ta. cannon's roar;
Dreamed and sluiubcred 10 the sloaming
OF oli age aud life's declining,
In his cabin In the mountains,
Just above the shenandoah.
ilark! There came the tramp q horses
stumbling on the rocks below,
And she thought some frieud was sti ayipg
Ia the wooded wild below.
Is 1t stewart Is 1t AshbyY
Can It be the Black Horse corpsf
Ali The, We missed the foid, entangled
In the wilderness below;
And sle left her father dreaming
o. his hoy In the cleaning
Near Mt. Carmel, 10 the mountains,
Just above the Shenandoah.
With dim and old tried lantern,
Through the vines aud mistletoe,
She could see the dull gray column,
In the valley far below,
Marching through the falling snow.
Ia II StuartS 10 1t Ashby
Can It be the Black Horse corps,
Like dark and funeral column
Marching through the falling snowf
How she wished she could guide them
To the river ford below,
Old AIT. Carmel In the mountains.
AZ she'd often done before.
she could near no sound OF bugle,
And no banners they up bore,
still she haied them as they halted
Meath the cedars' dropping boughs,
For she knew that they were rebels
by the uniform they wvre.
Aud she loved all Southern soldiers,
And she waved the dim nf lantern,
But they needed not Its glow,
And halted, near Mt. Carmel,
Just above the shenandoah.
Halted aud dismal silence
Spread Its wings upon the air
And the maiden vaguely faneicd
she could hear u soldier' . prayer;
Fancied that the soldier knceling.
In the solitude, she knew,
And ths rides fash replying,
Proved her fancies Nil were true
Maddened all her soul with woe