The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1888-12-13
IN INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
The Spirit of the South as Pictured by a
Master Mind.

During the late tour Of Mr.. Hen
ry ". Grady and party to the State
OF Texas, at the Dallas Fair he made
the greatest effort of his life and
swayed the immense audience to
smiles and tears by his superb ora
tory. He related the following Incl
dent OF the war, which was Incl
dentally mentioned to the party by
Mr. Sam Inuoan, just after leaving.
Atlanta, and while aboard the cars.
Mr.. Grady at once seized upon it as
an illustration Of Southern valor
and heroism, and in his paragraph
aboutthe old and new South, which
he had roughly sketched before
leaving home. It serves to Illus
trate the genius of the man and his
quick wit at turning such things to
account. TIE wounded Confederate
soldier alluded to in the following
beautiful fight Of oratory is Mr.. T.
A. Timberlake, of Augusta, an hon
ored and much respected citizen.
Mr. Inman told the party that Mr..
T;mberlake related the incident to
him just after the war and while
Mr.. Inman was living in this city.
In the course of his speech at Dallas
Mr.. Grady said:
s'The South needs her sons more
today than when she summoned
them to the forum to maintain her
political supremacy, more than when
the bugle called them to the field
to defend issues put to the arbitra-
ment Of the sword. Her old body is
instinct with appeal calling on US to
come and give her fuller indepen-
dence than she has ever sought in
field or forum. It is ours to show
that she shall prosper still more with
freemen; ours to see that from the
lists she entered in poverty she shall
emerge in prosperity; ours to carry
the transcendent traditions of the
Old South, from which none Of US
can in honor CT reverence depart, IN
stained and unbroken into the new.
Shall we fail? Shall the blood Of
the Old South-the best strain that
ever uplifted human endeavor-that
ran like water at duty's call and
never stained where it touched
shall this blood, that pours into our
veins through century luminous
with achievement, for the first time
falter and be driven back from ire
solute heart when the Old South,
that left a better heritage in manli-
ness and courage than in broad and
rich acres, calls US to settle prob
lens? A soldier lay wounded on
hard fought field, the roar Of battle
had died away, and he rested in the
deadly stiffness OF its afternoon. Not
a sound was heard as he lay there
sorely smitten and speechless, but
the shriAk of 4he wounded and the
sigh If the dying soul, as it escaped
from the tumult OF earth into the
unspeakable peace Of the stars. Of
over the field fickered the lanterns
of the surgeons with the litter bear
ers, searching that they might take
away those whose lives could be
saved and leave in sorrow those who
were doomed to die with pleading
eyes through the darkness. This poor
soldier watched, unable to turn or
speak as the lantern drew near. At
last the light flashed in his face, and
the surgeon, with kindly face, bent
over him, hesitated moment shook
his head and was gone, leaving the
poor fellow alone with death. He
watched in patient agony as they
went on from one part of the field
to another. As they came back the
surgeon bent over him again. i be- |
lieve if this poor fellow lives to sun
down tomorrow he will get well,
and again leaving him, not to death
but with hope. All night long these
words fell into his herrt as the dew
fell from the stars upon his lips, IF
be but lives till sun down, he will |
get we'll" He turned his weary head
to the east and watched for the COM
ing sun. At last the stars went out,
the east trembled with radiance, and
the sun slowly lifting above the
horizon tinged his paid face with
flame. He watched it inch by inch
as It climbed slowly up the heavens
He thought Of life, its hopes and
ambitions, its sweetness and It's rap
lures, and he fortified lis soul
against despair until the sun haG
reached high aooa. It sloped down
its slow decent, and his life was eb-
bing away and his heart was faltec-
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