The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-28

fore or on Thomas hill.
If Lieutenant Burton had said, This
is helli'' he would have been nearer the
truth than at first. Now many men
said it, and all thought it.
'"They amt a-comin'."
'They got enough last time"
"Longstreets found; he's out west
now"
wen. his crowd are good fighters"
mot a bit better'n Bragg's" shouted
a 8fissourian, who was known to have
contempt for the eastern men on
both sides.
Meanwhile unmistakeable cries for
help and shrieks of agony came from
the heart of the conhagration. A
horse, with helpless hind legs, drew
himself to the edge OF the timber, and
with his forelegs paving at the ground
in front he looked appealingly at the
line Of heads above the breastwork.
Shoot him, Dixon! Shoot hint
cried the captain. One Of the young
card players threw his rife over the
top log. He had often hit a postage
stamp, off hand, at that distance A
flash, crack, and the poor creature
head fell forward But such methods
could not be used on the men, stagger-
ing out of the blazing jungle. Nearly
all these were in gray. Helpless they
lay in the woods, praying for night and
the coming of friends, but their only
hope now was to reach the lines of the
enemy. Some hobbled out, using mus
lzets as crutches; others, with worse
shattered limbs dragged themselves
slowly along, on back or face. a few,
stung to momentary strength, ran and
reeled to the works, shouting as each
fell Don't fire! [ surrender" These
were carried inside, where they cried
piteously for water. On that part of
~
passed struggle and carnage was for
gotten for the time. Had the charging
enemy appeared, as was expected
/ shortly before, the third rifles and the
veterans to the right and left would
| have set their teeth and rejOiced in
/ the death they wrought.
Familiarity with suffering intensifies
/ the SympathieS of the true soldier, anC
the gaunt bronzed defenders of Snod.
grass hill were of this class. The hate
of years was burned out by those roar.
ing. dancing flames, and uncaring fol
the color of the uniform, an awful anx,
iety for the men in the furnace tool
it's place. Nearly every man dropped
outside the breastwork, and these thu
rifles, unheeding the still crashing
shells, carried them in. Lieutenan
Burton was the most active in thi:
work. He was about to pick I'D
young soldier with singed black hal
and a splintered knee when the mai
called out:
Don't mind me, but for Gods SAX
save the MAORI
1.-The major?" repeated Burton.
yes; Major Shepard of Benning'
brigader'
Where is hep"
Over there; shot through the breast!
and the young confederate pointed
hack TO the oak
One thing at a time, my friend
said Burton, as he tenderly lifted tn
man, and carried him inside tn
breastworks.
BUTTONS RESOLVE.
, 1t was touching to see how tn
stronger OF the wounded held back, t
| help and cheer the weaker. In thi
: way men in gray appeared, helpin
men in blue.
Cap
well, Burton?" responded the cap
tain, looking questioningly at his lieu
5 tenant, and hopping the while hi
, brown, powder stained face with
} grimy handkerchief for though tn
: previous night had been frosty, thi
r one promised to be hot and parched b
l the shimmering heat waves rolling U
FROM the woods