The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1891-04-11

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But horsenen were coming at furious
speed along the Swallowed avenue, and
the girls injunction was never uttered:
for. with bound, Frank dashed to the
path of freedom, and ran stumbling
| through the darkness to the distant
/ highway.
The stars of another night were glin1-
mering in the heavens, when, footsore
and weary, he reached the fair city,
whose beautiful streets had been Of late
so often trodden by friend and foe.
CHAPTER Y.
! IN THE TOLLS.
But bark! Louder sounds the thun-
dering storm of battle. From far and
wide the mailed clans are gathering for
the fierce struggle that shall battle sc
many fields in blood The South is wild
| with the alarms of war. Johnston has
rnarsha!ed his troops at Corinth, where
Beauregard has concentrated forces,
Bragg has come from Florida, Polk from
the Mississippi, and Price and Van Dorm
arc marching at the head of thirty
Thousand men from Arkansas.
And the Northern heroes muster for
the fray by thousands. Sherman has
Joined the Tennessee expedition, Buell.
is h,mrying from Nashville, and Smith,
with forty thousand soldiers and seven"
ty transports, has pitched his tents at
Pittsburgh Landing, an obscure spot,
whose name ere long shall darlSen tho
page of history; and Grant is there, a
shadowy picture in the background at
| first, but soon to take the leadership OF
that vast array, Like 5wo huge, angry
monsters, those great armies lie, but
thirty miles apart.
On q, plateau. two miles from the
Landing, stood log Westinghouse,
known as Shiloh Church, which has
given it's name to the bloody battle
fought near it's peaceful walls.
Smith was in the throes of death, and
Grant was in command, with Sherman
for his stauncb right hand, while On the
other side Of the river Buell. with forty
thousand men was but d few miles dis
taIt.
And Bea71regarii and Johnston at
Corinth knew that their only hope was
to crush Grants army before Buell.
could reach it.
On the third Of April the Southern
host stole noiselessly from their strong
hold, and ON the fifth camped On the
wet gound, without fires, at a spot
scarce mile from the Federal pickets.
At dawn Oh Sunday morning, while
Grant, little s11spectiIg the danger that
threatened hiln, had crossed the river to
consult Buell.. the storm burst; for
hardly had the pail of night Lifted than
from the woods poured forth the South
ern hosts CT the astou1lded pickets.
At eight o'clock Grant returned to
gaze with sadness on a battle almost
lost, and which, but for Shernan's gal
liant bearing, would have been an sst,-
solute rnut
At noon the entire Federal army had
been driven from their camp, and were
crowded into a space Of little more than
four hundred acres on the verge of the
bluff overlooking the Landing, towards
which they were rushing in wild con-
fusion.
At two o'clock. it seemed indeed a
Confederate victory. But mid the
ringing shout Of triunph came the wall
of grief II ohnston Was SHOT through the
leg by a rife ball, and none was near
with sense enough to stop tie flowing
blood. Still the blue flag waved VIC
toriously with Bearregard, sick him
self nigh into death, iii the van.
And now Grant was at bay-the con-
uuering foe before him, the river roll
ing ON his rear
But the stout heart never failed him,
and with logged determination he
rallied his men. Before the enemy
could reach them, they must cross d
deep ravine with slippery sides and a
bottom full of water.
Now was his chance
AS with Southern dash and bravery
they rushed to cross this treacherous
defile, Grant swept them with the frag-
ments of his batteries, poured On them
the leaden hail of 1nusketry, while two
e,ln-bosts rained shells upon the wav-
ing line, which literally melted away
before the whitening volleys.
And now that cry--that wild hu1rah!
The Fighting Fourth came shouting to
the field!
Night closed OH the CHASTITY scene.
But what night for Grant-his camps
gone, thirty flags and immense stores
in the hands of the enemy, and three
thousand of his men prisoners of war.
But during the night change came
over the scene. General Lewis Wallace
with five thousand men and three
divisions of Buell's army had crossed
the stream, to the aid of the beleaguered
Federals
And Monday morning dawned with
drizzling rain. No longer crouching
from foe he could not grapple, Grant
gave the command to advance, and with
a wild hurrah the whole line moved
forward, and as Wallace says: "Step
by step, from tree to tree, position to
position. the Confederates went back,
never stopping again In vain the
brave Beauregard rode to and fro be-
fore his troops. melting them to action;
the tide of fortune had turned against
them. Yet, fighting to the last, they
fell back on Corinth, whose frowning
guns held Grants advance in check.
It was dreary work that followed for
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