Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1894-06-16
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CHAPTER XVII,


OYER hills, across highways, through
Orchards. As soon as the firing begins
the smoke shuts in the vision to the
right and left. Troops may stand or lie
down, have the cover of d breastwork
or non at all. They may charge or be
charged, gain ground or be driven back
to Il new line. However the battle goes,
the soldier sees only what takes place
in his immediate font.
And how the opening of a battle
changes the nature of d mani While
he IS waiting for it TO begin every nerve
is strung to its utmost. He may be a
brave man, but in that hour of waiting
he denies it to himself. He trembles.
He doubts himself. He turns pale, and
his knees grow weak. He would run
away but for his pride. 1t is pride and
not courage that holds him in his place.
He may be a nan who has never uttered
an oath in the hearing of his comrades
a man of Christian principles. A minute
after the firing begins all the wicked
ness born in his soul begins to betray
itself. He shouts and raves and curses.
His facial expression IS so changed that
his own brother could net identify him.
For the time being he is a madman-a
devil. He cries: XIII! Kill! KILL"
even though in his excitement he fires
among the tree tops or at the clouds.
This is the excitement which numbs
all feeling in some men when wounded,
and they fight on until they happen to
catch sight of their own blood and then
sink helplessly down. 1t is a sort of
nightmare in which no man can be held
responsible for his words, and in which
no one notes the flight of time. To
some an hour seems a day. To others
the sun passes from the MONDAY mark
to the edge of the horizon so swiftly
that they are amazed.
For half a day Lees whole army had
hurled itself against the Federal lines.
Every foot of ground on that long front
had drunk blood. The line was broken
only at one place, but that was fatal.
There the fight continued to rage until
long after nightfall, but at last it grad
ually died away. and solemn hush fell
upon the bloody field. One may con
quer and yet be so near vanquished that
he has no strength fol another blow. SO
it was with Jackson. He had broken
the Federal line, but he could not fol-
low up his advantage. Even if night
had not come he must recrganize his
shattered commands, %replenish his am
munition and permit the wornout men
food and sleep.
\ battle does not cease at once. 1t is
an hour or more in dying away. There
is a sputtering and growing here and
there, and men give up their work of
death grudgingly. AT last a hush comes.
1t is absolute to the men who have been
deafened by the roar for hours and
hours. 1t is q blessed relief, but they
look at each other in alarm. The very
stiffness frightens them. They have
seen dead and wounded men before
them, to the right or left, in rear, for
hours, but have scarcely given them a
thought. Now when the hush comes
the frenzy gradually goes away, and
they stand appalled, at the slaughter.
The hush does not last long. 1t is bro
ken by the cries of the wounded-by men
who have suffered pain and thirst and
fear for long hours. There is nothing
known to living nan which can be COM
pared to these cries rising from a field
of slaughter as night zones down. Men
who have suffered and made no outcry
while daylight lasted now seem to be
seized with a fear of the darkness. Men
who seemed TO have been struck dead
are revived by the falling dew to plead
for life. Some call out in quavering
voices, like children when in the dark
ness. Some curse; some pray some re-
vile. Here and there one, realizing that
he is wounded unto death and that help
will come too late, maintains silence.
With IN effort which starts the red blood
afresh, he carries his hand to the pocket
in which lies a photograph of sweet
heart or a last letter from the wife at
home, and the burial party finds his
dead fingers %clutching the relic and his
glazed eyes fastened upon this last
glimpse of things mortal.
The full horror Of a battlefield is re-
allied only at night. While darkness
shuts ont a thousand horrible sights, it
yet adds to the horrors. Here and there
parties searching for some officer, dead
or wounded, move about with lantern
or torch to guide them. They step over
the dead. They tread upon hands and
arms outstretched. They slip and stag
ger on the spots of earth wet with blood.
the wounded hear and see them moving
about, and they call out with renewed
strength for ucco A wounded horse
who has been lying down in a pool of
blood sees the light approaching, and
there is something human in his whim-
perings. He pleads and ceexes. With
a great effort he gains his feet and hob
bles along and utters his pleadings and
reproaches.
On this battlefield of Cold Harbor are
nine or ten thousand dead men, ten or
twelve thousand wounded. The living
and unhurt are exhausted with the days
struggle, and the wounded must lie
through the night. There are no search
ing. parties abroad, no details to give
succor. From forest and thicket and
field the cries of the stricken continue
hour after hour, but they cry in va II. In
the swamp over which Hood charged
wounded men lap the water thick with
mud and slime. They struggle as they
sink slowly into the ooze, struggle and
shout and pray, but dig their own
graves, as it were, and some of their
blackened bones are there today. Here,
where the brigades of Hill moved over
the open ground to charge the troops of
Seymour and Reynolds, the dead lie
thicker than they will in the streets at
Fredericksburg or on the slopes at Get
tyeburg. There are no wounded--at
least no voices cry out to us through the
darkness. Here the 'Federals had 80
pieces of artillery posted to command
the approach, and as the C~onfederates
advanced the slaughter was something
terrible. Sixteen hundred and eighty
dead men lie here in this open spot Of
five acres. They were struck down by
round shot, by bursting shell and by
grape and canister. There are bodies
without heads, bodies without arms,
bodies which are but fragments. When
the burial party reaches this spot to-
morrow, they will name it THE Butch
er Pen" and that name will cling to it
forevermore. Napoleon would have said
that no frnons in tba world corld hava