Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-08-14

who commanded the southern troops at |
Suddenly slight built man entered the
hotel and made his way through the as
semblage, nodding here and there to |
friends. He was straight and soldierly in
his bearing and carried his large, well
shaped head with graceful dignity as he |
GLANCED from face to face with his clear,
steady eyes. He was General Joe John
ston, the idol of the confederate army.
who had come all the way from his home
in the west to walk beside the bier of the
great northern soldier. The General wait
ed quietly in the lobby for few minutes
aud then be paid a visit to General Sher-
man. to whom he surrendered at Green's
boro. N. g., at the close of the war. The
two old soldiers shook hands heartily and
had an earnest talk. The two will act as
pail bearers. side-byside to-day-the coli
uueror and the conquered.
The clean cut features of Samuel J.
Randall were seen through an opening in
a group where speaker Carlisle and Gen.
yond was General Simon B. Buckner, who
Surrendered Fort Donaldson to Grant,
and only few days before the great SOL
dler's death visited his bedside. One after
/ the other the old union soldiers grasped
the generals hand. and he seemed at
times to be profoundly moved by the at
tentiops shown to him. His splendid.
heroic figure was in strong contrast to the
physique OF most of his friends.
THE VIRGINIA TROOPS.
The Old Dominion steamship Break
water arrived last night at her wharf pier,
foot of Beach street. at little before IL
O'Clock, with Governor Cameron on board
accompanied by his staff, companies A
and +, First Virginia regiment, and COM
panies A and F., Third Virginia regi-
ment. lie was also accompanied by the
band of the cid Stonewall Jackson brig
ade, who gave their services free
of cost. Many of them are griZzled war
riors who fought for the confederacy dur
ing the war and came to pay their last
tribute to The memory of the dead union
general.
/. AS the ship steamed up to the landing
they struck up Hail Columbia There
was 25a men on board, exclusive OF the
Governor and his staff. The following is
the order of assignment made for the staff:
Broader General V. D. GroDer, chief of
staff. Col. Charles T. Anderson, assistant
adjutant general; Col. f. E. Greens, aide
de-camp; Major J. II. Dinueen, acting as
sistant inspector general; MAJOR H. g.
Carter, Chief of ordnance and artillery;
Gov Cameron, In course Of converse
ton with reporter last evening, express
ed great satisfaction at the good feeling
| which the desire to honor Grant 8 memory
had called forth between the North and
South.
"What do you think will be the ulti-
mate effect Of General Grants funeral ?"
said the reporter.
81 think it will have the effect of heal
ing all jealous feelings between the North
and the South" said the Governor, his
eyes lighting up as he spoke and his
erect form looking if possible more erect
than ever. II have been very much pleas
ed with the mutual burying of animositles
between North and South that is going
on. In fact, we may already look on them
as thing of the past''
When the reporter told him that the no
tells were filled with Southern generals,
and that in the Fifth Avenue Hotel Gen.
Gordon and Gen. Sheridan had shaken
hands for the first time in many years, he
exclaimed: II am reJniced to bear i'll
think when Grants funeral is over we
may indeed say, Mo North no South y -
THE LAST SCENE AT THE FUNERAL.
AS the car drew nearer the multitude
uncovered. Tears stood in the eyes of the
older men. A few knelt in the hot sand
and bowed their heads. Still in the river
the crash of the cannonS made the air
tremble. Rank after rank of soldiers
wheeled into the road behind the tomb
and joined the silent, shining fields of col
or that covered the northern hill The
long line of black horses that drew the
Car seemed to creep.
President Cleveland and Vice President
Hendricks were helped through the crowd
to the door Of the tomb just as the car
halted. Then out of a quarter mile of
carriages came host of governors. sena-
tors, chief justices, congressman, generals
and men famous in every walk of life.
Col. Fred Grant appeared with his wife,
and behind him we're his brothers, Jesse
and Ulysses. Jr., with their wives and
children. Little Julia Grant carried
large wreath, on which was inscribed in
purple the single word "Grandpapa."
Nellie, the toddling, brown-hairei, favo~
rite grandchild of the great soldier, held
tiny sheaf of wheat. The children seemed
to be lost in wonder.
After d short pause the Grand Army
Guard asceDded the black steps of the car
and lifted the purple casket. The music
which broke out was heartstirIing as the
veterans came down to the ground slowly
and laid their precious burden down IL
the brown shell with tenderness. Now
the scene became majestic.
AN HISTORIC AssEMBLAGE.
Sherman and Sheridan stood on one side
OF the casket, looking into the eyes of
Johnston and Buckner. liz the two lines
were The other pall-bearers, facing each
other. JUhnston's venerable face was full
of emotion. and Buckner folded his arms
upon his broad chest while the sun beat
down holly upon his snowy head. A few
feet to the west stood eX- President Hayes
and ex-Presdent Arthur together. Sena-
tor Sherman tall figure and gray beard
loomed up behind Senator Evalts. Presi-
dent Cleveland, Vice President Hen
bricks and dark-visaged Secretary Of State
Bayard were almost lost in the dense
throng of distinguished men who pressed
forward.
No zen could reach the depth of the
spectacle. The history of wondrous
quarter of a century was represented
there. Men without whose name the his
tory OF America cannot be written looked
on to see the great soldiers OF the North
and South reunited over the bier Of the
foremost warrior of the century. Beyond
them were the gl1ttering troops, and in
the river the war ships still laundering
their salutes. The band at the tomb was
playing sweet dirge. and away over the |
Nils came the chantings of other bands
mingled with the dull beating of drums.
Then the long line of veterans, white and |
black, lame and SCARED. feeble and strong, |
filed past the tomb with tattered battle |
flags.
Away down the road came new sound |
of thunderous artillery as the army belch-
ed forth the presidential salute. And |
around it all was the silent, bare. headed |
multitude.
THE WARRIORS BURIAL RITE.
The Grand Army men drew closer to |
the body of their old comrade and their |
rites began.
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