Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-29

should return, Maynard went down to take a hand in the fight. He found dead soldier, whose musket and car fridge box Le seized, EAd pushing on to the line of firing took position with an infantry regiment. The enemy, unsup- ported, were driven from the Chattanoo- ga road to a ridge near by, where they halted and gave their pursuers a desper- ate fight. Then the regiment to which Maynard had allied himself was order ed to another part of the field, and he went with them. Passing through thick fire of bullets, which were mingled with the larger missiles of cannon, he encountered sight that has seldom been seen on the field of battle. Crouch ing under a log was littlI girl about s years old, who, having gCt caught in among the disputants, was right in the midst of battlefield. Maynard never forgot the contrast between the terrified child and the unmerciful scenes sur rounding her. Being a volunteer, he was under no mans orders except as he chose t0 obey them. Falling out of the ranks, he went to the child, took her up in his arms, and while bullets pinged about them and shells screeched above them carried her to the rear, to where he had left Jakey.
 Here, Jakey," he said, setting her down by ths boy, tits time you have a sweetheart, so I've brought you one. She comes to you from the field of bat tie and probably won't stand any non- sense. SoyOu must treat her with proper difference.
 ''Golly!' exclaimed the boy, squar- ing himself before the weeping girl, with his hands in his pockets.
 "Take her to that house down there and wait till come-that is, if ever come, and if don't tell my wife to look out for this little one, and if neces- sary provide for her. I must go. There is hard fighting at the front.''
 Jakey took the little girl by the hand and led her away, while Maynard went over to the south slope of the ridge to see what was going on at the right. St ling on an eminence, he looked down on the contending lines toward the south.
 The sun was now standing midway between the horizon and the meridian. The day had thus far gone without any especial advantage on either side. Find ing the left strong, the Confederate com mander was massing troops on the right of the limo of blue. Maynard could see them marching into position for n gi- gantic effort.
 ltrl in hn firing on the right, and Maynard thought that from a distance he caught the faintest sound of church bell. It might have been fancy, for congregations would not be likely to meet near battlefield, and the continued roar in the center and left would likely have prevented bell being heard. At any rate it suddenly occurred to him that it was Sunday morning.
 Sunday morning! What a contrast between that and other Sunday morn ings he had passed. It was near II o'clock, the hour when people were as- sembling for worship, and he pictured tho neatly dressed throngs moving to church while bells were ringing in the belfries. All over the broad land con gregations were assembling, unmindful of the struggle that was going on at Chickamauga.
 The enemy were moving to the attack. As Maynard glanced toward the Union line to see if it was in condition ho saw a division face to the left ard begin a march in rear of anothrr div ision, leav- ing its place in the IiLe a dCfenseless, yawning gap.
 Great heavens! Some oae hrs blum iered. "
 Halt. Go back! Great God. what are you doing:"
 Who could hear him at such distance: Who would obey him if heard? Oh, the agony of sight like that! To see men marching not only to their own destruc- tion, but the destruction of their com rades, doubtless of the whole army, and without the power to prevent them. Oh, | for battery with which to fire smoke over that deathtrap-to conceal it! Oh,