Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-08-30

rhe days Of miracles are past, is what some
people say,
Becase they haven't seed them done In this
yere latter day;
Butwhen tell EN- they are wrong, an prove'
1t to 'em, too,
1t makes me feel ~ II ort TO spin the yarn to
YOU,
You see. bnck in the sixties, things were some
An some folks rared an tore around as II they
had gone wild;
They swore they'd bust the Union up an pull
And among the boys who sed you shant was
me and
Sandy Brown,
Fer three long years together we had slept and
marched and it,
Through battles and through scrimmages, and
nary one got hit;
When fist about the windin' up, an Richmond
Dog ond II Sandy didn't fall, shot plum clean
thro' an thro'
There want no time for fooln' there as thro'
the flame ana smoke
The Devil seemed to help them Rebs to flank
us an we broke;
And while on both sides many fell OF courage
an renoNn
There want man with drawer heart nor this
same
Sandy Brown.
Now list at this pint is the place the miracle
comes in,
Convncin me- beyond doubt, the dead will
rise agin.
My brother Daniel writ an sed the Injlanny
boys
Would gladly welcome comrades from the
state OF Illinois,
knew that Dan had lined the church and
wouldn't lie straight out,
But when read what follered l must say was
put out;
Fer there in black an white 1t sed, jist as he
put 1t down,
That II come, both live an well, I'd meet o Id
sandy Brown.
The harvest was bout over, an the thrailin
An somehow kinder thought as how I'd like
ter have some fun;
So says, Mother" now sez I, "jist pack my
leather grip
With doughnuts, bread and sausages enough
to stand u trip;
I've never seed u 'campment, now, fer nigh on
thirty years,
An I'm agoin' to this one II 1t costs yoke Of
steers;
But I'll bet u pair Of overalls agln bran new
gown
That Dan was lynn when he sed I'd meet old
Sandy Brown
dissent stop to tell you half that happened
on the way,
But sized up all red-headed men met from
day to day,
tramped all thro the streets an camps until
my feet were sore,
L L
tramp no more
But when the big parade begun I'd take stand
somewhere,
An spot old Sandy when he passed, pervidin'
he was there;
So there stood an capped an gawked, jest
like fool or clown
While thousands passed ON foot and boss, but
nary
Sandy Brown,
At last the Injiana boys came prancin' down
the street
couldn't cheer to save my life, but kept time
with both feet:
With steady step they marched along a sight
most grand to see,
When noticed one old grizzed vet KEEP look
Gray-haired and feeble tho he seemed, yet
when he came close by,
kinder aiged up close enough to look him In
the eye;
When H. as by magnetic fash from meath
that snow white crown
Went thrills OF Joy, convincin' me I'd met old
Sandy Brown,
I TUX one bony hand in mine, and tother one I
threw
Around his neck an said, "old pard, God bless
With vise-like grip he clasped my hand and
held 1t, oh! so tight;
AS tears rolled down his furrowed cheeks he
told me l was right;
An there we stood an shuck hands till we
made the mussels crack,
An every squeeze that Sandy give gin an
other back;
While hushed in sacred silence stood the peo-
pie all aroun,
"Thank God, SEE he, you've met what's left
of ComradO
Sandy Brown"
The bands were playin' army tunes I never
heerd q note
Dog on my cats If suthin' want a-stlckin in
my throat;
I tried to speak, but every time I'd sputter,
sneeze and cough,
For the dog ond lump would just raise up an
choke the words clean off,
The 'campments over now and all the boys
are home agn;
Alas perhaps OF thousands, the next one
they'll be in
Will be whar angels dressed in blue will wear
golden crown,
A fit reward for loyal men like Comrade
Sandy Brown.
C H. Hassler, in American Tribune.