Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1897-08-28

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Howard Payne's Home, Sweet Home. -
II moyes the heart Of the rich man 10 |
bis palace, Of the poor man In his |
cabin, Of the tired traveller on the way
side and Of the outcast away from bis
home. lis effect IL the same with the
same classes In all civilized lands.
When heard Al home Il makes one
love his home. when heard away IL
sofiens the heart and opens the foun-
tain OF tears and makes one long 10 be
nj home. There are moments when
everyone feels that there Is no place
like home. When honest with himself
his heart will speak the truth and,
though his lips move not, Il will say:
''Bv II ever 80 humble there Is no place
like home" There are times when u
limo Of Il sung will start food Of tears,
when she bravcst and siouiesi hearts
will melt al lie refrain.
In the mid-winicr OF 1868, Pickeit's
division Of Lees army was ordered
from Fredericksburg 20 Richmond.
The march was sorely trying TO the
command. II Was raining all the time
aud the roads were almost impossible
on account Of the mud and the deep
ruts Of forage wagons and artillery,
and still the march was q forced one.
Marches like that impressed the sol
dicrs with all the horrors Of war, and
Il began 20 appear 20 them that those
who were killed in the first Manassas
battle were the only fortunate ones.
The last days march 20 Richmond
was the most trying Of all. 1t was the
longcs, we had made. II was drizxling
rain all the day, the men were wet to
the skin. I, was cold and they were
chilled through and through. We
had moved early In the morning and
kept marching, with no time for cold
lunch at noon and no prospect for a
warm supper at nightfall. We reached
the heart Of the city OF Richmond at
o o'clock, and II was then told that the
command would go seven miles below
the city 10 go into camp. The streets
were almost entirely deserted on ac-
counts OF the rain, and the lamp lights
shown dimly through the mists. The
men were too tired to talk and too
gloomy TO comment on what they saw
OF the city by the dim lamp lights.
The heavy footballs OF the tired SOL
diery were all the noise that was made.
Somewhere US we were marching
slowly down Main street. the writer
heard familiar song and piano ac'
compartment In the parlor OF the Sec
ond story OF building on the street
We stopped TO hear IL all. IL was
song we had heard more than once be-
fore. II had been heard from lips that
we loved at home. It was a song thai
had captured our youthful fancy. In q
moment 10000 thoughts OF home and
the loved ones at home came troopinp
through our mind. We stood as one
axed and fastened to the pavement
THE army marched on and left us. W.
we're alone, Before we could move th'
charming singer began TO play and sing
"Home, Sweet Home" The two song
were too much for our gloomy feelings
An the afternoon and evening we ha'
been depressed with gloomy ioreboding
we could not escape In many more Dat
ties, we could not stand many NOR
such forced marches. In all propao,''
" we would never sec home again
The song melted rs to tears. When W
reached the camp at midnight tireu
chilled, hungry and absolutely comfort
less and cherries we fell down upon ~
OH cloth, and like the starving MAJ
whose dreams are all OF feastings w
!. were soon asleep aud dreaming 81 tn
I bright lights, cheer and comforts In on
room at home.