The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-21

higher and thinner. and still. as if rose
we could see the CLEAN of bayonets and
the DIRK blue of federal uniforms show
ing strongly against the duh red of the
works, occupied by the enemy the day
before.
CURTAIN OF MIST.
How our hearts throbbed ard how the
fierce battle light glowed in the eyes Of
the men watching the mountain. High
er and higher rolled the cloud curtain.
and still cleaning bayOnets and men
in blue in the enemy's works. Higher.
still higher, and ever the same thrilling
revelation. Then the cloud mist gath
cred into a heap, swept away from the
crest of the mountain. and, catching
the rays of the rising sun, melted and
was gone. Lookout stood revealed in
its every outline; but we gave no heed
10 its grand setting against the cold
blue of that perfect November sky.
From the crest. where, when the last
sun vanished, the cross of the confed-
eracy waved, we saw beating Ike an
angels wing against the blue of
heaven, the stars and stripes of the
republic.
AT the sight the men sent up a. wild
cheer. 1t rang along the river. It
swelled into mighty roar when Hook
er's men on the right saw the flag. and
oV,OOO men-men of the armies of the
Cumberland, and of the Tennessee. and
OF the Mississippi-tosse their hats on
their bayonets and sabers and shook
out the folds of their tattered flags and
cheered as men never cheered since
war made widows.
Report as quick as your horses can
carry you to Sherman on the leftr'
That is what Dayton, the handsom-
est man on Sherman's staff, or on any
staff, said to me as he refined in for
moment, then sDurred his black horsa
for the new DOntoon to the north.
OF course, / obeyed, but as we urged
our lean horses to the north, where the
ground rose, my thoughts were with
Allen Gordon, dying on the crest of the
mountain. He had done 20 much tc
win.
Thank God. he saw it all. With a.
bullet through his spine, just below
the neck, and so shutting off the ave
nues of pain, and leaving his brain
clear, he from the crest of Lookout saw
such panorama as never before
passed before the sight of mortal man.
Allen Gordon, with a dozen confed-
crate flags under his head. placed there
by Thompson of Kentucky and Bar
mum of New York, looked down on the
brown plain. stretching from the Ten
nessee to Mission Ridge As the sun
rose ne saw the gallant men in gray
DC4OW LIIC IltSe OF GROUPED
ABOUT the endless guns along the
slope. He saw 10000 men in blue, and
ne heard their thrilling cheers as under
hooker, Thomas and Sherman they
advanced, as if on parade, against the
batteries browning the ridge.
WHAT A DYING MAN SAW.
Allen Gordon was a. patriot and j.,
poet. He saw before him. as his 'sIife
blood ebbed away" the men who had
forced the Mississippi from Cairo to
the gulI He saw the little hOrsemen
OF the west, men who had learned to
shCot on the buffalo's trail, or in hand
to-hand conflict with nomad Indians
of the plains. He saw the men. on tr1e
right, VINO had held the right at Get
tysburg- He saw the men in the cen
Ter, VINO. though beaten, saved the
army from ruin at SnOdgrass hill. He
saw away to the left Sheridan and
sherman. Allen Gordon saw ehe hue
waves, steel-crested. dashing against
MISSION Ridge. He saw the thinning
lines, but he saw no retreat. From
his deathbed under the cr0wnino. , .o.i-
OIL LOOKOUT ne saw, as [ see the words
write, the Fourteenth corps. with
WOOD IN the advance, sweeping nm
I the heights and tossing the corps FLAG
over Bragg's headquarters. He saw
the Tag above his head. repeated in a
IuhdIed forms along the ridge. He
heard the cheers He saw the flying
1oemen, and over his head he felt the
shadow Of Lookout.
Allen was carried down to Chatta-
nooSa that night. His eyes were closed
an unusual thing with the battle
dead. My tears fell on his elorifiad
face as [ bent to kiss him. The bullet
that killed him had cut through Moi
lie Bishops heart, as the picture
showed. but there was a blood-stajned
i Inc visible: Dear Allen-a happy