Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1885-05-15
AT THE GBrTYsBURG REUNION
THE PRESIDENT Is BORED AND GETS NO INsP1RA-
TIoN FROM THE HISTORIC SCENE -oEN. STAN
NARD TELLS HOW THE DAY WAS SAVED.

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THE PRESIDENT Is BORED AND GETS NO TsP1RA-
TON FROM THE HTsromo SCENE -aEN. STAN
NARD TELLS HOW THE DAY WAS SAVED.
Boston Advertiser correspondence
To the people about here the battlefield is
a great stock in trade. The dingy old Dutch
town lives on it. Every man who can mus
ter pair OF animals and a vehicle is on duty
10 drive you over ths field. The hotels bios
som with maps and diagrams Photographs
of Jennie Wade, the local heroine who was
killed by a chance rebel shot, meet you on
every corner. Guide books and boys with
out number are at hand TO give the visitor an
idea Of the battle. The battle alone saved
this dusty little burg from being as oomatose
az its neighbors. Yet the place shows no
signs that the battle was fought In il, through
IL and over it. One house boasts a shell
lodged in the wall, but from the looks IL was
carefully put in place by mason. "What
was done in town while the battle was fought 2"
| asked a dozen old residents. The invaria-
BILE answer was that they took TO their cellars
when the fighting began and stayed there un.
til the rebels left. Even the firm Lutheran
theological seminary, about which Hill and
Howard struggled 80 desperately the FIRST day,
shows little sign, and the stupid people about
are unable to tell which house il was, Just in
the outskirts OF the village, where Lee took
up his headquarters. Luckily the features
of the battle aud the points OF the country
are so salient that no one, standing ON the
ridge of the cemetery mile back from town
where the last fighting was done, can fail to
understand, in II general way, the features OF
the battle.
watched the President carefully yester-
day. He does not look no we'll as the day he
was inaugurated. Lack of exercise is the
cause, and he is worried by the inoessant
clamOr for Offices On the way up he said
very little, and the cheering crowd here did
not cause him to move a muscle. They got
him into a carriage and took him to the Ma
tional cemetery. On tho little stand used
for the Memorial day exercises they crowded
and jostled him while Gov. Pattison deliver
ed the usual speech. Then he invited Cleve-
laud to say something. ooh no !" answered
the President, they have all seen me- aud
that's all they want" That was all they
could get out of him. A miscellaneous ora.
tor, named Maginnis, began to shout plati-
tudes to the 500 people. II would like to
get out of here, the President said, and 30
Gen. Hunt, commander of all the artillery
on those eventful days. with the President,
Col. Bachelor the historian, and Gen Doub-
eday, started off in their carriage, followed
by Secretaries Endcott, Whitney and Villas,
with the Vice President. The three veteran
officers were full of enthuaiasm They all
talked to the President at once From the
seminary, through the town, round the crest
from Little Cemetery Hill, over the valley in
front where Sickles and Hancock fought so
well, then away along to the left toward the
DEVILS Den, aud finally to the Rocky crest OF
Little Round Top, key of the second days
fighting, they took him. The uotched tree
beneath which Reynolds FELL the little swale
in the vallav wit iIa 10 L.
cocks terrible wound, the spot inside the Un-
ion lines where the rebel general Armistead
was killed, the Gibbs and surges of the battle
| the desperate hand to hand contests in the
| Den and about the crest of Round Top, and
the lines of the three great rebel assaults 49,
all these they pointed out with enthusiasm
| They took the President TO the summit Of
Round Top while Villas and Endicott remain.
ed comfortably at the foot He went every
where, looked when they pointed, listened to
what they said-and himself uttered not a
word either Of inquiry or satisfaction. They
did not know what to make OF it. As for
| Hendricks, these men wasted very little time
on him, and he seemed to regard the whole
thing as rather a bore. But how could he
| be expected to take much interest compared
| with the men to whom il WAS living reality
aud who only bad to shut their eyes on the
sweet May afternoon to feel the hot air aud
bloody excitement Of those three July days,
when this beautiful valley and the wooded
hills stretching along its side belched fire aud
were watered with blood?
But while this formal party made its tour,
less ambitious ones made up OF little groups
| Of old soldiers, wandered about. In the
swale down below the cemetery wall, where
| Hancock held the ceutre land in the last day
beat back Pckett's Is, 600 men "a they reach.
ed our lines after their seething mile rush
across the valley, Major General Stan
nard, little old man with an empty
sleeve, is telling his story. MY Vermont
ers we're in line here" he says, "waiting for
the attack. had come forward little to
take this little rise, for / knew if the rebels
got il they could reform their lines behind it.
The day was so hot that one OF my regiments
let fall back into the shade Of some trees
that stood here then and they lay down wait
ing. Sure enough, the rebels had their eye
on the rise, and Kemper's Virginia brigade
was headed for it, As they came near or
dered that regiment to take its place, and that
was the first Kemper knew that we held it. He
halted a minute, then marched to tie side 40
al to go past u.s. Then made the movement
that l never knew to be done before /
swung my brigade into the gap in their lines
made by his flank movement, and began fir.
ing. 1t was right in the side of their ad
vancing column, and they could not meet il
or escape it. 1t broke their line completely,
as you know, and some think it saved the
day
General, asks one of his listeners, "how
wide do yon think was the front of Pickett's
column when it reached us 2"
Stannsrd answers IL have no idea; nc
one can tell. 1t extended all along my front,
and that ID all know"
''What of Stannard Z" does some one ask
He is messenger to the House OF Repre-
sentatives, and sits during the session at a
gallery door, holding it open for ladies' to ga
in and out, at $1,000 year-this general who
saved Gettysburg.