Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-11-25

its line was badly broken and, despite
its bravely resolute defense against the
well-ordered attack of the confederate
veterans, it was forced to fall back.
Gordon's division was in motion at a
double quick to seize and hold the van
tage ground in his front, from which
the opposing line had retreated, when
he saw directly in his path the appar-
emily dead body of Il union officer. He
checked his horse and then observed
from the motion of the eyes and lips
that the officer was still living. He at
once dismounted, and seeing that the
head of his wounded foeman was lying
in depression in the ground, placed
under it nearby Snapsack. While
raising him at the shoulders for that
purpose lie saw that the blood was
tricllling from bullet hole in the back,
and then knew that the officer had been
shot through the breast. He then gave
him a drink from Il flask of brandy and
water. and rs he revived sad, bending
over him:
II am very sorry to see you in this
condition. am Gen. Gordon. Please
tell me who you are. wish to aid you
all | can"
The answer came in feeble tones:
THANK you, general am Brig. Gen.
Barlow, of New York. You can do
nothing more for me; l am dying"
Then, after a pause, he said: Yes,
you can il my wife is at the headquar-
ters of Gen. Meade If you survive the
battle please let her know that died
doing my duty"
Gen. Gordon replied: "Your message,
if live, shall surely be given to your
wife. Can do nothing more for you2"
After brief pause Gen. Barlow re-
sponded: MAY God bless you Only
one thing more. Feel in the breast
pocket of my coat-the left-uud take
out packet of letters" AS Gen. Cor
don unbuttoned the blood-soalied coat
and took out the packet the seemingly
dying soldier said: Now please take
out one and read it to me. They are
from nay wife. wish that her words
shall be the last | hear in this world"
Resting on one knee at his side Gen.
Gordon, in clear tones, but with fearful
eyes, read the letter. 1t was the mis-
sive of noble woman to her worthy
husband, whom she knew to be in daily
peril of his life, and with pious fervor
breathcd prayer for his safety and
commended him to the care of the God
of battles. AS the reading of the let
ter ended Gen. Barlow said: "Thanl1
you. Now please tear them all up. I
would not have them read by Others"
Gen. Gordon tore them into frag-
ments and scattered them on the field,
''shot sown and bladed thick with
steel" Then, pressing Gen. Barlow's
hand, Gen. Gordon bade him good-by,
and, mounting his horse, quickly joined
his command.
He hastily pepned a note on the POM
mel of his saddle, giving Gen. Barlow's
message to his wife, but stated that he
was still living, though seriously
wounded, and informing her where he
lay. Addressing the note to Mrs. Gen.
Barlow at Gen. Meade's headquarters,
he handed it to one of his staff and
told him to place white handkerchief
upon his sword and ride in gallop
toward the enemy's line and deliver the
note to Mrs. Barlow. The officer
promptly obeyed the orGer. He was
not fired upon, and, on being met by a
union officer, who advanced for that
purpose, the note was received and
read, with the assurance that it should
be delivered instantly.
Let us turn from Gettysburg to the
capitol at Washington, where, eleven
years later Gen. Gordon held with
honor, as now, seat as senator of the
United States, and was present at u
dinner party given by Orlando B. Pot
ter, a representative in congress from
the state of New York. Upon Mr. Pot
ter's introducing him to a gentleman
with the title of Gen, Barlow Gen.
Gordon remarked;
"Are you relative of Gen. Barlow,
gallant soldier who was killed at Get
tysburg?'
The answer came; 81 am the Gen.
Barlow who was killed at Gettysburg,
and you are Gen Gordon, who succored
mel"
The meeting was worthy of two such
brave men-every inch American sol
diers.
should add that on receiving her
husbands note, which had been speedt-