The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-12-14

| low. ocnrcolY would one column
advance, fire, and fly from the field,
than another. near the river could be
seen advancing to meet the fate Of
their comrades. Capt. John @.
Summer was now in command, but
before the third assault he, too, was
laid low, shot through the brain, and
SO on until soven different regimen
tai commanders were either killed or
disabled--the command Mt last rest.
ing with the junior captain of the
regmont, Capt. j. X. Nance. AS
the assaulting column would be ad-
vancing through the plain, our Off
GERS had great difficulty in restrain
ing the mems fire until sufficiently
near that every shot should count.
Column aftor column would rush
with unequalled courage and daring
upon the stono fcnco and Mayree's
Hill, to be swept away, like a sum-
mer cloud, by tho Georgians below
and the South Carolinians above.
Tho 7th S. 9. (under Col Bland l
thinl) were hotly contosting the
field on our right, but tho other por-
tions Of the Brigade were compara-
lively idle. While such scenes of
carnage were being enacted on this
part of the field, another of equal
Importance was going on to our
right Tho battle was raging IN all
its fury from left to right Jackson
had begun to gain ground. We could
hear tho thunder of his guns above
tho wild shouts of his victorious
troops, as they passed over tho
ground they had lost in the morning.
Stuart and Pelham wero pressing
upon tho river, and closing up the
flank with sword and mountain
howitzers. To our left wo could SEQ
Ransom in n hand 10 hand encoun-
ter above and around the grave of
Martha Washington. Behind the
unfinished stones that havo long
been neglected and which had been
intended to cover tho tomb of the
mother Of tho Father Of his Coun-
try, lay groups Of the bluo and tho
gray fighting with all the ferocity Of
their nature, consecrating the sacred
soil with the blood Of those to whom
Washington had left this country as
common heritage not century be-
fore.
But the day is far from being
won. While the rebel yell in the
far distance told us that Stuart and
Jackson were closing in, that A. p.
and d. Fl. Hill, with Ewoll and Jack
sons old division had met the des-
perate onslaught Of the enemy with
a courage seldom cqualled and were
now driving all before them. The
enemy were marshalling for tho last
desperate struggle with Longstreet
and his corps Of invincibles.
A charge has been made, the tide of
batto rolls back, and the sun is
s,owl y sinking in tho West. The
mighty volume Of smoke settles in
the plain and heights beyond like a
pail. Officers dash to and fro urg-
ing the men to stand firm and meet
with courage tho last grand charge
of the now desperate enemy. All
felt, with Il kind of silent intuition,
that this last assault was to be tho
death struggle of tho two giant glad
iators. Burnside is forming the fa-
nous "Moagher's Irish Brigade" to
make final attempt to capture the
coveted May:ee's Hill, tho key to
Longstreet's position. A moments
lull, and then they como. No rush,
no shout, but with cool determined
stop came these brave sons of Erin
through the storm Of shells and bull
lets, over the wounded and dead
they treed with calmncss and indif-
ference, their banners waving, thoir
bright blades flashing defiance in
our faces. Tho batteries on the
right and left, as we'll as the Wash
ington Artillery in tho front, cut
great gaps in their ranks, but as il
by some secret attraction, they close
up, elbow to elbow, step to stop, as
onward they press. With bated
breath and anxious eye, the mon on
tho hill and bchiud tho wall below
watch these brave mon approaching