Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-03-20
TWO MAY DAYS.
Tho Day of Battle and tho Day Os Peace
 Viewed Together.


 men moved about through the gloom like darker shadows. Tho brands of the dying campfres wrrc hCapCd together ard s nasty brcakfaSt prepared, and as tho dawn of day came stealing over field aud high way 8, ,0u0 troopers swung into their sad dies and went riding down the road Thorc was mist rising from the earth which held daylight back and gave fan tastic look to horse and rider. and the flags and cuiduns seemed t0 haVo lost their beauty and power to Cuthuso.
 When tho lone culumn of fOurS had filed out of the fold and strVtChCd it's length on the highway, its pace was increased, The east grew rosy with the reflection uf the coming sun, hut tho mist intErVCnUd, and We saw nothing but funvrral shadows. By and by thVrr WAS a ball uf tirC showing dimly through tho veil, and inch by inch as it were, tho damp gray shadows dis solved, trees and fences and farm buildings camo into view, and tho day was with Us.
 Pop, pop, pop! Crash!"
 The head of tho column has reached tho enemy's pickCtS pasted on the highway. At midnight a scout had como in and r,- ported hriEair of cavalry only five miles away; hence this swift and almost silent ride X cheer goes up at sound of the car bine and the tvldpirCC tho huglcs sound, men and horses snuff at the powder smoke drifting over the column, and we dash over the dead and dying and into the camp on our left. The enemy has lCCn surprised. but no panic follows. As We ride through the camp, slashinG and shooting, nothing checks Ills, hut aS We turn tO como hack every step uf tho way is hotly contested and the fight is OIL The sun has climbed higher ard gained morn StrCnSth, md the last traces uf tho mist have vanished.
 in l.st ktA 4f tho old ThirL "Kallyi Form rrEimcn- tal front! Forward! Trot, Gallop! Charrc!"
 "Rnlly!' is the call from the bu4;lrs of the old Fourth and Fifth and sixth, The general who sitS his rhIu hur>' on tho hill under tho shado tT,C where tho Cows sc,'k the shade at monday handles regiments with n wurl and wave of his hand. The Thirl thundrrS down over tho meadow, | with salVrS flashing and troopers cheering l and tho teeth of every hOr~,' biting at the steel bit which holds him hack. The Fourth suddenly shoots ont like great waVu racing for tho Sluping beach; the | Fifth and sixth dash forward into the ! smukC cloud aS if it wrrr q race hCtwCVn | them. For a GUArtlr Of an hour thvrr are [ tho VCnErlul CraCklo of CarbinCS, tho swish | of sabvr> and the sullrn roar of iiCidpiCCCs l aS the smuk,- lifts hCrC and there tO show ! the EuuUUFS fri, ud Irm foc, Ih1n tho I crash ul Ia.t,lH h gins tn die away. tO n 1 treat, la end in a few scattering shots atar down the rad. We sit our hOrs, and wait for th,' morning hr,rzc tO drive tho 1 s,nukr away l. k heavy with tho signs | of the dy ing and th' 4;r,ranS of tho wound cd. -Ns if thins away it svCinS Ia take on the pallur and the ehaStlinCSs which come l tO the faCvs of the dead.
 | \ tidal wave would not have left the bodies of men and horses hcapod up that way on th.' f,v acr,S of n!cadnw. They would have l,c, n >cattcrvd along for milc~, and tEvrr would have h,vn ro blood spots on the gE,cn grass. ID living men "a Ernan and cursy with ihr asvny uf their wounds, | \ cyclone t-rHkS and bruises and wrCckS and kills hut th,rc arc un tiny strvamS Ot l rvd blood tn tritklC down the Sl"VCs tu l miug'C with ti.c Wat, rS Uf tho taNhlinc brook. Herr an the tr,'Id meadow, with it's carpet ut grass patterned with flowers and harder, | With t,c,~; tr,,-~ in full dr, >S, were huudr,t.s wtIu would light uH mort- hund-,,u~ Nuu would Lar HvS scars as 1 they fought again. Ou tLc ridge Ia the right Vt thC Iry>k, singing aS il hurried tC empty its waters in Inc brrId river. wt dug long trenches and deposited our dead On the rid-E to tho left wC dug other trenches and buried our vnvmics-Cucmic- while they lived and opposed Us, but Cnc- mics no longer. Tho bodies Of tho horses wCrC drawn toG,rthvr. f"uc"S torn Iuwr and the rails hvlp,d high about them, ana We left tn, ilA'iIv> Ia d. heir work. Again the Jo;h of May The clanG ot tho bells of I,ac, had drowned the hrrriu sounds of hatllg There WAS no louA;'l war in tho land The dark green forest ! concealed nn lines uf ba;tlC waiting {, ! move out upon thc fields rathrd in sun shine. Tir hlrds SIu., from the orchards aS in the day> i'yfor' tho boom of artilrr! frightened tA, III into faraway flight, and under the shade trees dUttinE the meadow: | the mild eyed cows Chpwcd their Cuds auC switched their tails laZily at the buzziug flies. Here is thu same Sp"t on which saw hundreds uf dead and wounded. It i. the sanC broad ul,IdOw. divided by th, crrvk which uabllCS and sings as it hur rieS over the mu>S grown rucks 0t its bad ! Over thvrr iS the t.,C under which thu general Sat his hor>r and S,nt his rcsi mvntS thund, riu-; down, tN thr right tn, trenches in which We left the dead [, slvvp until d trumIHt call from hravCI should Makru tltJIn Ia aunth,r NfE. Tn, trenches have !,,n opened and thr hunct of tho dead T, t1,JiyL miles away on tn hillside TNr Er.s>s k again sVrinklr, with iluvyvrs. and look and look an, lnu nN sc,t: ,t WAT and wonder ii it WI not all Gr,.lm
 Ky and ly aS the robins sing luur chCrr!!y aud Ih' hlL.rlir,i$ lit cl">,r a they carry irL+silVnt- 1" hu!!d their UC~t~ l wuud, fl n:.cC aud G,s1d W!ll have |vm to other h,art> :.~ W,N A,lnwn the r'a' from tL,, fIrlulut.~,' among lh" I'rHr an, cherry tr,, > ,u!u,e I farm, r. and hr MhIS tl,S u> he ruIu,,. Ily lucs uut pl>> mo l'. with a nod He knows that have h,vl looking over the field whcrCun mvN tough
 and di,,l. and Er points Ia tho s.llncr scA
 on his rl ,vk and grips my hand He wa
 there that day as well. fighting and hlC'Ni
 ing almost in tho shadow of thC famil. | rooftrrc We talk in hU>hcd voices, aS ! the dead Nvvrc still thvro and might hC dis
 turhcd As we talk thcrc comes th
 sound of childish song. and down aCru>
 the GrCCn meadow. singing a~ she come and bearing A wreath uf flowers in CithE l hand iS a GIrl If lU Thcrr are no graves no trenches, no dead. And yet shO know l the sput whrrv thC dead were unCUverU, ' ! years after We had heapCd tie dirt owe
 them, and to thc right of the lryok sh f | places a wrath to thC left auuthCI-On
 for tho gray, CuC fur the blue.
 ''BlcssrL lN' pvaccl' whispered the mai
 who gIippetl my hand,
 l Blessed be peace" l whispered in rG | turn.
 3 And the song of tho maiden and of tn l | robins and hluebirlS came clCarrr an e louder, and every n"tN was a call of n
 ioicinC that the land was full of friend , ship and lOvo and pCacC
 ' Ayo, blessed bC peace furcver!
 NJ QUAD
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