Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-07-13
RMY ANECDOTES.
=, If Both Belligerents Tell o
/ ~. VIA, Bullets, Bayonets, and
Boiled Beans.
md Sailors Stirring Stories
!, Said Shot and Screaming
Shells.
,ast Grand Army Man.
~ 7 p. pRICKETT.
,,,,.,,.a+ion Dnv at Albion, Ind

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:, Oh DECORATION Day at Albion, 1nd.l
r0HnoNGED were err, the
hushed We're the closed
~ \ mnrts of trade;
M Noiseless the capital city
EkN d SsnT soua' mad ds low
IAR Flngs from the Capitol
/ .Iy;k IN floating flags that were
yHNA tatter'd and rent;
4G& Rent by the bullets of
H~E.1 - treason; fired by hands
.k@A,DB thnt We're bent
~ Only on striking deadly
blow at the life of that
nation,
.,o bIood of the fnthers--liberty' S bright
$. creation.
+hot flag to The brave ones-heroes
VIVA eoch one and all
yer. .,,s me beart -throbs of Freedom; hearing
so .tricken ones call
~ l. .ha Wild shouts of traitors; smelling
.Se hattie aiar;
NJ DOWN 1awn TO death and to glory under its
stripes those ,,,. sons of the Northland, march.
Nv, Me away TO the South;
~ ~ .moke of the battle-up to the grim
sannon's mouth.
,.re those sons Of the nation-liberty-
hyins and true;
H., descendants of demonstrating the
rsi white and blue
b rs,I IA lr,.,n-bent of Freedom, into the din
n; the strife;
|g "a f t'.t home and for country, mother, and
children and wife.
I a' he'll of the conflict, marched they where
markul the trail of their marching
hlo0l OF the patriot dead!
Ms Of patriots sprang to arms at the Presi-
dents call
as Of patriot women gave to their country
their ali.
ms and tears semnled the pathway brave
liz By patriots trod;
n: Of prayers were ascending up to the
bright throne of God.
r: of Spurtnll-like Misunderstanding their
fears and their weeping
to God for their country, husbands and
sons in His keeping.
be-el the guns of the Southland, under the
Elys and the Bars;
iertl the guns of the Northlnnd, under the
Stripes and the Stars;
hung the smoke of the conflict, pail like, on
bill and on plain;
laden missiles Of carnage fell like the fall
Ci the rain.
like u wall adnmantine shoulder to shout
der they stand,
the banner of Freedom-under the flag OF
our land.
mid the smoke of tho battle; there,
where the cannon-shot fell;
mid the singing" of bullets there, mid
The bursting of shell;
mid the conflicts wild horrors there, in
the wur-demOn'5 brenth:
in the hell of the slaughter; there, in the
face Of grim Death,
iships that time cannot sever, mystic and
blood stained the tie;
1ships were formed and cemented; friend
ships that never Gun die.
bYhed the armies of Observation-Disclosures
the canse of the just;
el, the guns of the traitors; trailed, their
proud flag III the dust.
waved her wand DER the nation hushed,
then. were wars dread alarms;
ei was the roar Of the bnttle silenced, the
clashing of arms,
came the nations defenders martial their
Bearing and tread;
Is We're they of the living; martyrs to Free.
dom, the dead.
like tue hand of u mother, wiped away
every trace;
from the face of the nation bitterness,
strife, and disgrace.
y, the wounds of the conflict, left in the
hearts of her sons;
Py the horrors of prisons-left by the trait
Drous guns.
were those battle-scnrred heroes; grand
III the demon-like strife.
Ter when sinking tho soldier into civilian
is that pitiless driver-centuries' chariot.
Ger
psaway with tho wheels of Time every re.
curing year.
Of that noble Grand Army, only one hero
|rennins:
AIDES now answer to rou-call, on the celes.
tlai plains.
ns the scars of tho battle-snow-white the
hair OF his head;
trough the streets of the city, comes he
with sOldier-like tread
now the steel-throated cannon; bullet
rent flags proudly wave;
greet the ears of the hero-howers his
iCNe pathway pave.
the Capitol marching into it's wide, spa
cious halls;
is his regiments banner; clasping it wild
y, lie falls
with that blood STAINED old banner claspeo
III Il loving embrace;
+fows the pulse of the hero; white as the
marble his face.
bounds no longer his vision; thoughts
seem to wander afar,
ef than earth sounds the music, coming
nom gates now ajnr
Y the old hero whispers: "There on that
beautiful shore,
aies are forming to welcome-comradet
Nno've gone ON before.
..ssy ure forming for rou-call bark, to those
!aines loved and deur!
.oN they're calling. and pausing-I'm com
is-! III present-HEREl"
sloN, lud.