The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-06-01

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We also passed Crump's landing
0 Gen. Lew Wallace's headquarters
e and the Cherry Mansion-Genera
e Grants headquarters. At thes
places we did not stop until our re
turn, when we landed, and as W.
. had an artist on board, had on
9 pictures taken. At eleven at nigh
! ! we reached Pittsburg Landing. AL
followed the captain, and climbing
a steep hill, we were with the sleep
ing heroes. Not a word was spok
| en-, nor sound heard as we entered
the city Of the dead. One OF th'
captains friends was one Of thu
brave buried here. The Captain
cut a twig off Of a tree and laid il
on his tomb, saying, as a tear fel
from his eyes, "I'll see that your
grave is kept green" The "Drum
mer Boy Of Shiloh" lies buried
here. His grave is continually one
mass Of flowers during during these
summer excursions. We did not
tarry long, as we were to land or
our return, which was to be on the
morrow. The walk over the ceme-
terry was rather fatiguing, conse.
quently most Of us retired as soon
as we returned To the boat. Next
morning we breakfasted at Water
loo, Alabama,- our destination.
Scarcely was this meal over when
we stepped on Alabama's soil, and
the whole crew had its picture tax
en-our first one. Here our boat
took on tan bark, so we remained
several hours, then started on our
return trip. Riverton was the next
landing. Our Chicago passengers
bade us adieu here and left for
Chattanooga, Tenn. In the after
noon about three o'clock, we reach
ed Pittsburg Landing once more,
and our Captain kept his promise.
All went ashore, and after ascend
the hill took view of the cemetery
by daylight, as we had the night
before by moonlight. This ceme-
terry is well kept. In the center is
the flagstaff, and around it lie
$500 soldiers resting in peace.
"Ress. heroes. rest. all connicss now are
ended,
Rest with the martyrs crown upon each
brow;
While grateful hearts and loving hands are
Flowers Of Summer over the green turf now.
Rest, warriors. rest. Rest, warriors, rest.
Fresh IL the memory OF your deeds Of daring.
oh. bold. brave hearts that rest beneath the
sod;
A Spring time Offering OF the gifts of God.
Rest. warriors. rest. Rest warriors. rest"
After paying our respects to the
dead, our artist took several views
Of the cemetery, and the grave Of
the Drummer Boy"
Passing through the cemetery we
caught sight sight Of the carriages
that were to take us over the battle
grounds to Shiloh church, etc.
Our carriages" were road wagons,
drawn by pair of stubborn mules.
The crowd divided, about six in a
wagon, and our driver was the Rev.
VIM. Rowsey, Of Hurry, Tenn, a
"cornfeld preacher'-as he styled
himself. We drove over rocks, up
hill, down hill, sitting on rough
chairs, but to us more enjoyable
than if we sat on cushions Of down.
1t was an extremely hot day, and
none Of us had sun shades, so the
Rev. Mr.. Rowsey cut of branches
Of trees, which we held over us to
protect us from old Soils scorching
rays. Fancy picture of this wag-
on to yourselves.
After a three-and-a-half-mile ride,
during which we heard many war
story, for our driver lived here dur
ing the war, we reached the Shiloh
church, after which the battle was
named, and which served as a hos
pital during the war. Here we met
some Of the natives, from whom we
bought relics. These could be
purchased for "anything you are
willing to give" and it seemed a
penny was as much appreciated as
a quarter. These relic dealers are
very dark complexioned, the cause
Of which is ESQ the Rev. Mr.. Row
scy told us, "They drink too much
coffee and dip snuff"
From the church we drove to the
Shiloh spring, on which the soldiers
depended for water The water is
clear as crystal and very cool. All
quenched their thirst with this
drink--ft for a king. The Rev.
Rowsey treated the crowd to butter
milk, which all enjoyed very much.
After this we passed the Hornets
Nest;" the tree, or rather stump Of
tree, under which General Sydney
Johnson was shot the pond which
the soldiers colored with their
blood, and the tree under which
Gen. Johnson died. Here we halt
ed. and one wagon after another