Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1893-11-25
UNDER The ROSS.
The Touching story OF Gettysburg
Grave.

IL was IN september, 1857, when OnlO
dedicated its monuments to its dead at
Gettsburg, that ! first visited the place
made famous by the terrible battle of
July, 1865. After the old soldiers had
all gone back to their homes spent
few days in company with friend
looking over the old battlefield and
visiting places of note in the adjacent
country. One day while we were driv-
ing along quiet road Il few miles south
of Gettysburg our attention was called
to grave among clump of rose
bushes only few feet from farm
house door.
Learning that there was a bit of his
tory connected with the solitary grave,
we alighted and passed in ut the gate to
read the inscription on the plain, old
fashioned headstone. Directly after we
entered the yard, an old. white-haired
man who hal been resting in his easy
chair on the vine-covered porch arose
and leaning on his staff walked slowly
down the boarded path to the place
where we were standing. After giving
us a word of welcome he sent his little
granddaughter to bring us chairs that
we might rest in the cool shade while
he related the story of the grave among
the roses.
''He was so young and so fair poor
fellow" he began in n subdued voice.
"You see it was when Lee was retreat
in from Gettysburg and the troops were
all tuckered out The boy under the
roses there had been wounded in the
shoulder, but he was u plucky lad and
kept up with his regiment until from
loss of blood he tainted at my gate"
"And you buried him?' said.
Eyes, l buried him with my own
hands. Them was eXcitin' times, and
all of his comrades was in too big
hurry to stop to look after them that
dropped by the way
''But why did you bury him in your
flower garden?" questioned, curiously
81 am comm to that" he said, with.
out taking his eyes off the long, mar.
row grave. I've go to go back more'n
a year before that. to make a beginnin'.
You see, ma am, my oldest boy, my
Benny, was soldier on the other side
once. He went out about the first OF
the war and fought with the best of
them, away down in Tennessee for
more'n a year. One day there was a
skirmish in bit of woods just outside
of the union lines-a little skirmish,'
the papers said-'nothin' was gained
and nothin' was lost Only one was
killed and he private but, ma'am,
that only one was our Benny and we
felt the loss was a mighty big one The
captain who TUX the lad away from
home wrote back that in the hasty re-
treat the body wos left on the field A
few days after we got his letter anoth-
err one come that was writ by woman.
In it she told us about the cavalry fight
that TUX place on her bit of ground.
after the horseman had galloped off
she wenv over to the strip of woods to
see If she could be of any use to the
wounded or dyin'. There was no such
there, but right down by the little
brook that run through the foot of her
yard she found our B nny--dead. Her men
folks was all off in the southern army,
and it was long walk to the nearest
neighbours, but her heart ached for the
poor boy lynn so cold and still on the
hard road down by the brook, where he
fell; so, with the help of her two little
girls, she dug grave in the soft earth
of her garden, and for the sake of the
mother who would never see him again
she buried our boy right among the
sweet-smellin' flowers.
so when we found the poor southern
boy faintin' at our gate, we carried him
into the house and dressed his wounds
and gave him water to quench his
thirst He was too far gone to speak,
but he looked his thanks and tried to
press our hands in token of what he
felt Once when he was dyin' his face
lighted up beautiful, and we was
sure we heard him whis,er Mother!
Wife closed his eyes and folded his arms
across his breast, and when said I'd
dig him a grave in the family lot the
girls said: Dig under the rose tree in
the yard, father. You know that blessed
woman in Tennessee buried our Benny
right among the flowers in her garden
liked their plan, and there-just at
sunset-we laid the fair-haired boy to
rest.
1--WE searched his pockets for some
clew to his identity, but found nothin'
except little red, Bible with ITO my
dear son George writ on fiy-leaf. We
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