The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1898-10-08

of these same Germ ans were mangled and
killed by the screeching fragments of an
exploding shell the very next minute. The
poikers saved Limboch by carrying him
beyond the sr'ng house. The next one
upset bee hive near johnny Bennett and
of the busy little devils hunted for ten
der place down my back and they found it,.
had bigger fight on my hands at that
time than | had the whole day. / even
shed my old blouse and Jack ram but it
was only from the bees. The little tor
ments captured the orchard and held it
against al Corners throughout the day.
The solid shots and shells tore through
the magnificent olu orchard, cutting great
limbs from tree trunks and hurting them
to the four winds OF heaven. But come
away, dear reader, to where | had coaxed
yon from in order to tell you the ludicrous
story of the swine and Bill Goose and she
gallant fight between the old scribe and the
honey bee. We are back to within twenty
PAGES of the apple tree in the clover field
where we LETT Amor Dunbar loading and
hiring at the enemy rs calm aud as cool us
If he were eating his MONDAY meal By
ibis time the smoke from the exploded
powder WAS almost impenesra3le | moved
cautiously up the line peering beneath the
thick veil of vapor. was carefully step
| ping over the PROSTATE forms OF the wound.
ed, dying and dead. The pleadings of the
wounded are ringing in my ears even now
Water was the pleading call from hundreds
who were lying promiscuously throughout
the corn and clover field. In some places
the dead were lying on the dying, and in
other places the reverse
recall scene at the right of the corn
ned aud few PAGES in the clover field,
where magnificent black horse was ssrup-
Cling In the agonies Of death-all around
were strewn the wounded and dead The
noble steed would struggle almost to its
feet, then from sheer exhaustion from loss
OF blood it would tumble head long to
earth again, endangering the lives of those
who were not already dead, lying near. A
splendid looking officer belonging to the
First Delaware Regiment walked in front
OF the suffering brute and with his pistol
sent a ball crashing through its brain, and
that was the only way THAI awful danger
hanging over the wounded could have been
quickly averted And think that the
gallant act was done by a Capt. j. Parks
Postles, of Wilmington, Del Either a
member of the First or Second Delaware
| Regiment.
There were other corn fields, but our
brigade knows of but one corn fe!d--now
historic, lying few hundred yards north
of the little Dunkard Church and east Of
and bordering on the Hagerstown road.
| About it and across it, to and fro, the
waves of battle swung from the first to the
| hnlsh and when the struggle was over,
| hundreds lay dead amidst the blood sprink-
| led blades of the corn. And l will say, to
those OF my readers, who personally know
nothing about great battle, that the
scenes at Antietam, were simply beyond the
conception of your minds, neither can the
writer properly portray the awfulness
which his own mind, grasped on that mem
orable day, but the sublimity of ALL is far
above his intellect, and he cannot picture
| the scenes to his reader like an Ipgersoll or
Kippling
Just here | step over the lifeless form
OF Robert Otley, of my own company;
another comrade had since fallen across
poor Bobs feet But am sure that Bob's
spirit had fled from the first, and was
| already lowering near his blessed Redeemer
whom he had loved desoutly from his
mothers knee to the very last Just at
the edge of the corn and clover field, lay
Corporal Budd Mccullough and Acie
Maddox, both of Company A, commanded
| by Capt Samuel B. Ford, and am sure
now, that my bosom friend, Amor Dun
bar, was lying dead beneath the apple
tree nearby. And many others of our own
were strewn all over both fields.
Just little to the right see our gallant
| First Lieutenant Evans Thomas drop his
sword, stagger and fall nearly across the
headless form Of the bugler, whose blood
and brains had wiped from my face a
short time before. | went to where he
! lay, and asked him if he were badly hurt
and the noble Christian soldier gently
waved me toward the enemy and | knew
| that the motion meant for me to 90 on
with my duty. Memory sets up this
officer as one of the most Christ-like that
have ever as yet, come in contact with
When look again, the deyout Christians
lips were moving, and knew that he was
pleading with the King of Everlasting
Glory, not alone for himself but | know
that he was also asking the lowly Christ to
receive the feeting spirits from all over
that bloody corn and clover field, nor did
the noble man of God discriminate in his
pleading between the blue and the gray.
That was the last look that have had
of Lieutenant Thomas up to this writing,
I.