The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-02-20

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of q machine, they swept on. We were
almost deafened by the a of cannon,
for moro than a hundred rebel guns
o opened their mouths and were
sspouting tons Of iron at every dis
charge. The windows of the building
we occupied were rattling as though an
earthquake was upon us, and the very
ground beneath seemed to tremble.
Added to this was our anxiety for our
comrades. Could they live through
such a cannondade? Would they be
able to hurl back this mighty charging
column, SO terribly in earnest? Yes;
in spite of@our fears we knew they
would. We knew the temper of the
men upon whom the destiny of the re-
public now rested. And even while we
specialized thus the guns of the Union
made answer. Every loyal gun
was now pouring shot and shell upon
the advancing enemy. We could no
longer see them, so closely were they
enyeloped in clouds of dust and the
smoke of bursting shells. The volume
of sound o increased q hundred fold,
and it seemed every minute that it
would be more than u ears could bear.
1t was terrific beyond anything that can
bs imagined by those who never wit
messed an artillery battle of magnitude.
1t was my lot, just before the battle of
Fredericksburg, to lie behind Burnside's
guns, massed on the heights of Falmouth
while they rained shot and she'll into the
town of fredericksburg and on to the
hills beyond. / thought that cannon
ade was terrible. But it was boys play
compared with the one we were
now Witnessing. And yet. strange, and
improbable as the statement may seem,
above al the roar of conflict we could
hear the rebel yell of that reckless
charging column. It was shrill and
continuous, like the whistling of the
wind in q storm. Finally the fire of
rebel artillery slackened a little, as
there was danger now of their killing
their own men, but the battle wa be-
coming more furious, for the battle Of
musketry had begun, and the chatter of
small arms was continuous. The roar
of the guns on Cemetery hill and from
every available point in the Union lire
continued with increasing fury but still,
above it all, the rebel yell! Would it
never cease? The rebels back of us and
from every elevated point far and near
We're watching their forlorn hope, and
officers ofligh and low degree gazed
~anxiously into that vortex Of carnage.
Occasionally they would point in this
direction or that, and staff officers would
gsallop away to distant parts of the field
us neutrality-suspicious. were being made
for a general advance. Our anxiety in
creased every moment, but we were
still hopeful. AS long as there was no
abatement in that terrible musketry fire
we knew u boys were standing their
ground. We dared not think of the
thousands of brave fellows who were
going down every moment.
But the climax came at last. That
piercing yell had died away, and moth
ing could now be heard but the din and
roar of battle. This continued for some
time, and then, as the sun is won't to
burst MEyugh the, clouds and scatter
the 1nLts and darkness, only more sud
denly, caniegthe full, round, hearty hur-
rahs Of our comrades. We needed no
Interpreter to tell us the meaning of
those cheers. They were louder, even,
than had been the rebel yell, and we
answered them with a will from our
position inside the rebel lines. Rebel
officers standing about the building tried
to stop us, but we only screamed the
louder, for We were beside ourselves
with Joy. Wounds and hunger
were forgotten, and tears
flowed down u criuny
faces. The enthusiasm Of Appomattox
did not exceed ours. We cheered again
and again. A few Of my companions,
hin that extreme moment, snapped the
slender cord that held them to earth,
and their spirits took flight to a world
where wara neXer-come This was oil
that marred the scene-allt that lessened
our Joy.
"Ah, here they comeln we all cried
at once. Yes, sure enough, they were
coming. But they were not coming
back in the order in which they ad-
vanced. Far from it. They were
Epouring back to the shelter of their
guns in the widest disorder-swarm-
ing over every foot Of ground i'll defeat
and confusion-broken and completely
demoralized. No order and no forma-
tion anywhere. It was q terrible rout
"a wild stampede for safety. The de-
scendents Of the cavaliers had
dashed themselves against
Plymouth Rock and been hurled back.
For some time wounded men had been
streaming in from the scene of the en-
counter in large numbers, and for
hours tillsfar into the night, the mourn
full procession kept moving on. 1t was
a sickening sight, and one I can never
forget.
1t Don became silent again. Despair
rested OBJ the face of every rebel we
could see. Chaos ruled everywhere.
The enemy had staked their all on the
throwing of the dice and had lost. We
watched long time for the advance of
our comrades, that the work. of over
throwing the foe might be completed,
butt came not. We have since learned
why. Meade was too timid. APhil
Kearney at the head of a division would.
have swept the rebel army out of exis-
tence. Phil Sheridan in Meade's place
wodd have done 1.-THE old sixth corps
was there ready for the work. The
war might have been virtually ended
then and there, for with Lee destroyed
the Mississippi open, Vicksburg and
Port Hudson in our hands, little would
have remained to be done.
Another Greeley Story.
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