The Red Cloud chief., 1894-05-25
MAY 80.

Hang out the flag, the dear old flag, upon the
outer wall.
I hear again the Gfc's shrill notes, the bugles
mellow call.
Once more tho veterans fill the ranks, In files
not scrried, though,
As when they marched into the south some
thirty years Ego.
I hear the sound of marching men. the tramp
of myriad feet,
The steady footballs echo all along the paved
street.
They follow where "Old Glory" leads, with
solemn step and slow,
Not light and springy as they marched some
thirty years ago.
Year after year they fewer grow, their ranks
are thinning fast,
And more graves dot the hillside slopes IS
every May goes past,
And gray heads nod along the line where dark
hair used to grow
When marching down in Dixie's land some
thirty years ago.
seem to view again the scenes when men
went marching forth;
I seem to see again tho grand uprising Of the
north;
I hear again the echoing cheer, the plaudits Of
the crowd,
And see the boys march otho front with val
liant mien and proud.
I see the fathers brief farewell, the mothers
fond embrace;
I note the lovers sad goodby, the lorn wife's
tear stained face;
The childrcn's half bewildered look so suited
to their years,
When tinsel and display so Ill seem cause for
mothers tears.
I hear the ringing cheers for those who're
marching forth to meet
Honor and fame md victory, p%erchance death
or defeat.
Some went to meet a shattered life. with VAL
liant hearts and brave,
And some, like those who march today, were
marching toward the grave.
I seem to see again arise the clouds Of sulphur.
Gus smoke;
I hear again the changing hoofs. the saber's
vigorous stroke;
I hear the ping of mimic balls. the cannon's
loud mouthed roar.
The clash Of steel, the human yells, the fiery
hate Of war.
I zee the bloody pictures made upon q land.
scape green;
. thV pnAOhSu APb W0t AEOm tu0
same ~canteen;
I sec men die for other men; I see the true and
brave
beyond the grave.
I hear again tho battlecry tina rang at NAL
vern Hill,
at Charlottesville;
\ aaa annip tbo aailnr p,n, ,,-oo~ ,n at-o.L1
Mobile bay:
TOMAS fray.
I see the famous seward march; I soc the
bummers' foray;
umns CORY.
and rattle,
The pandemonium and din and carnage Of the
battle.
Now oil goes calmcr once again, and Johnnies
homeward march,
And flags are waved, and cheers are given, and
towns their highways arch.
Sweet peace smiles on the land once more, but
many sad toars flow
For those who staid In Dixic's land some thirty
years ago.
~ puihoiamuo buoocu uWuyt tuo years nave
sped along;
I hear again the tramping feet, the murmur Of
the throng.
IT'S not a gala day parade, nor yet a martial
show,
AS when they marched to Dixie's land some
thirty years ago.
Hang out the flag, the dear old flag, upon tho
outer wall
When sounds again tho shrill toned fife, the
bugle's mellow call.
Once more the veterans I'LL tho ranks and
tramp with footsteps slow
To honor dead who tramped with them some
thirty years ago.
They hide no hatred in their hearts for those
who wore the gray,
But comradeship Of bygone years will bind
brave hearts for aye.
With those who struggled side by side frater-
nal love must grow
AS ranks grow thin of those who marched some
thirty years ago.
HARRY J. SnELLMAN.