The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-02-05
FIRST TIME UNDER FIRE.

The memory of the soldiers first bat
tie will never be forgotten by him. The
impressions were burned so deeply into
the brain and spirit that a century of
peace would not efface or even dim them.
Twenty-nine years have passed since
went through the first ''baptism of fire" !"
and yet the scenes and events are as
fresh and as vivid in the soul vision as
il the storm of yesterday eve.
want to tell you something about it.
L shall not name the time nor the place
the living who were with me will re-
member the facts-for the record give
is historic, Is real, not ideal or fanciful,
and wish to have the recital so worded
that any man in the world can read it
without feeling of bitterness in any
Known direction. The picture give is
not for the man who wore this or that
uniform. I want a cameo that will out
last the passion that produced the bloody
struggle.
do not pretend to give a history of
an entire battle; no one man can do this
unless he draws upon the experience and
observation of others, for each actor in
any great battle sees the struggle differ
emily from what it appears to others. I
shall relate my own individual expert
ence and observation-whatI personally
saw and heard of one fercely fought bat
tle-one memorable in the history of the
war-my first passing into and through
it's flame of fire.
A soldiers first battle in war does not
always come at the appointed looked for
hour. Many of the volunteers went to
the 'front.', expecting to whip out the
fight the next morning after arrival
either before or after breakfast-thent to
return home crowned with immortal
honors. But with thousands many
weary months elapsed before the oppor-
tunity of meeting the foe came in real
earnest. and when it did come countless
thousands were not expecting it. After
my enlistment as soldier had not long
10 wait the coming of the fight
Night had enveloped the camp, and 1
was dreaming of sunny fields, of smiling
meadows, of happy home-of mother,
and all that was near and dear to a hu-
man heart. But the destroying angel
came, and all vanished into the realm of
sweetened shadow.
For a comrade stood beside me with
his hand on my bosom. AS he leaned
over toward my ear I heard him say
tremulously-them mans heart in a fiut-
ter of emotion:
"Wake upi They are advancingr
Was there the hue on his lips that made
me think instantaneously of the line:
Whispering with white lips, ''rhe foe-they comei
they Gomez"
The first beams Of the full morning
were penciling the orient sky, and the
rays fell upon group of half a dozen
anxious faces gathered around the ad-
jutant's tent. Two horses were there
one with dropping head and limb at
at rest, another was painting heavily and
reeking with smoke as the courier still
sat on him. The commandili., officer
was reading note, hastily scratched in
pencil, under starlight alone.
The officer was en- dishabille. Yet
heard him speak hurriedly and anxiously
to the bugler just called up:
"Sound reveille at once, and boots and
saddles Immediately afterward." Turn
ing around he added, addressing his serv-
ant, Saddle my horse at once, William. "
Strange it is what a magnetic iniu-
ence, as it were, that will pervade mass
OF men in the hour of danger and duty
Three minutes had not elapsed after the
sounds of the last bugle blow had thrilled
the camp till the squadrons were forming
t'Move the column down the road
captain" said the commanding officer
Il will gallop on and ascertain the rea
situation"
Wei passed another and another courier
and then we came to body of men hold
ing horses behind clump of trees
just then there seemed to be an awfu
stiffness in the morning air, suddenly
broken by noise that sounded strang
to me.
What is thatF' I asked.
''It is the rumbling of their artillery,
said Gen. S. Then he turned around
looking us all squarely in the face, an,
added in a confident tone, eyes, they ar
advancing, and in force"
There was no mistaking the sound tina
next greeted the ears, there was clear
ringing report that punctuated the still
ness, then there was another and an
other and the rife cracks died away
They were the prelude of the battle 500
to begin in earnest.
The clattering of horses hoofs signale,
another courier who dashed up g claim
ing in tones of feeling:
General, our dismounted a=A ar
skirmishing with them.v We had hear
the rifle shots half mile away.
t'Captain, gallop back, and hurry u,
the infantry. Tell Capt. Hart we nee
the artillery at once. He, too, is com
ing"
Then there was another. and anothe
ring of the clear voiced rifle, then ter
rifle volley and double shot or two
and then the guns were hushed for
moment. Men were seen hurrying iron
the direction of the sound. They wer
the dismounted skirmishers who wer
being driven back by the strong advanc