Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-08-18


widowed and the fatheriess, each leI-
minated by the final surrender Of hostlle
hands satiated with the summer slaugn-
+er and shrewd enough 10 know that
tbav have only to wave the white rag OF
submission to be restored to public con-
fdence and double rations. Step ASIDE
now. gentlemen of the army, bury your
dead. patch up your wounds, go BACK 70
your stations and get ready for another
shindv in the spring. You nave nad
vonr annual outing, the Indian only ms
frst innings. Now comes his second.
Now the bureau takes hold, and away
no the prominent leaders OF the red re-
volt in the annual pilgrimage, the an
nual starring tour through the east, and
the sentimentalists swarm to meet them,
and wheresoever they stop hosts Of our
fellow citizens throng to smile upon
them. eager TO clasp and shake the hands
that less than month ago We're reeklng
with the blood of mutilated soldiery Tor
whom desolate women and bereaved lit
tie ones are wailing hopelessly today
Va victisl
90 on in your triumphal circuit, red
brothers Rain-in-the-Fac Thunder
Pear. Blizzard Hawk. Rejoice in the
sunshine of your prosperity; 90 back Y
vour new lodges and unload your chests
oS ulunder. the free viii offerings Of
your palefaced kindred. The war has
made you rich. Your squaws and chill
4 dren revel in food and finery galore, and
F should supplies begin to slacken mp lit
tie with the coming Of another spring
shoot your agent, carry off his wife and
daughters, and start in for another sum-
mer Of fun. As for you, weeping widow
and children Of Captain Something-Tve
forgotten his name--shot from ambush
nv the Sioux last fall. get back TO the
east as best you can, dry your tears, and
I be happy on twenty dollars month.
( It's what one must expect IN marrying
into the army.
And now the last Of the blue column
+ has passed through the western gate,
and throng of comrades surges after,
every man in the garrison, not other
wise on duty, trudging down through
the mist and mud to see Berrien's bat
TALON to the waiting train. The guard
springs to arms and falls in line-the
guard whom Brewster was to have re-
lieved at eight a. m.-and again the
major lowers his saber in acknowledge
ment Of their salute, and so, down the
winding road, tramp, tramp, steadily.
cheerily, even joyously, they go, and
the broad parade above is silent and de-
serted. Women are sobbing in one an
others arms, and Mrs. Berrien, seated
at an upper window looking out to the
west, is stroking Winifred's glossy, rip
pling Winifred, who, kneeling
has buried her tear stained face in hei
mothers lap. Fainter and fainter the
martial strains come floating up from
the wooded valley. The band is play
ing another quickstep now, its prelude
full of vim and life and spirit, and
then What strange inspiration has
possessed the leader? Listenl listen
Winifred raises her head and looks one
instant with dilated eyes into her moth
er's pallid. quivering face; then, cover
ing her ears with her slender hands
burrowing again into her mothers lap
she bursts into passion Of tears. Listen
Sweet, soft. sad the beautiful notes OF
the thrice beautiful old song are waited
up on the gentle beeeze. Godl to how
many a breaking heart, how many {
world worn, weary, yearning soul has j
not spokenl
. Love not, love not, ye hapless sons Of clay.
-. -. L, So. Nv Ia,.rsa4. T,n1-a
self controlled, accomplishing as sh'
has been through it all, this is test be
vond her strength. Down comes th'
window with sudden clash. and then
drawing her daughter TO her breast
/. clasping her in her loving, shelterin:
arms. the mother heart gives way, tn
sorrowing wife bows her head, and
rocking to and fro in worldless grief
mingles her tears with those Of her be
, loved child.
Cheer ppon cheer comes swelling OF
the morning air. Cheer follows chez
as Berrien's men return the soul stirring
. soldierly goodby. Guidons wave from
the thronging platforms. Bronzed face
peer from every window Hats an
forage caps are tossing on high. Mel
rush alongside the slowly starting trail
for one last handclasp of the departing
comrades. The echoes ring to the rol
! licking notes of their old charging
fighting tune. The trumpets answe
!. from the crowded cars. The sun burst
: through the eddying mist and stream
in glorious radiance upon the scene. al
here at the station throbs with soldie
: song and spirit and enthusiasm, bu
/ above-above, where in mournful pre-
monition one poor army wife is weepinl
! over three little curly heads pillowed il
: her straining arms, there comes no SCUM
J, of soldier triumph, no echo of soldie
: song. Sunshine and stirring music fol