The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-09-01

the fighting. that in the excitement Of
victory would come such disintegration OF
organization as would offer the rebels an
opportunity to regain what they had lost.
Members of his staff rode up and down
the lines constantly for hours, on Sunday,
saving 10 the regimentai and BRIGADE COM
nIailders:
keep your men in ranks without fail
Don't allow any struggling. Don't let any
body leave his place until orders come per-
uniting him to do 50"
Though all were burning with imratience
70 inspect with their own eyes place that
had 10 them the interest of a cave of the
genii would have TO a boy reading the
Arabian Nights, they were compelled to re-
main in ranks until towards noon, when
orders came that four or FIVE from each COM
pany might 90 over into the fort, and upon
their return another squad of similar size
could go.
OF course, the File were the ones to whom
Capt. Moore accorded this privilege. They
hurried over the ground in front, stopping
occasionally to remark upon some hideous
form OF death in the corpses that strewed
their path, or 10 wonder at the destruction of
the tees and shrubbery by the terrible fire of
the fight on Friday night. Leaping over the
qiae-pits, they entered the rebel lines. There
mere already thousand or more blue-coated
sigh;-seers ahead OF them, picking up relics,
talking to the prisoners or eagerly inspect
inc the intTenchments and armament OF the
fort BTeastworks and large guns were prob
ably familiar 10 the File, and they did not
waste mach time upon these, except what
WAS ecessary 10 know that they resembled
TIE worksat Fort Henry They started TO 90
10 the Water-bateTy 20 see the effect upon it
oil the gunbOat fire. and On the way passed a
heap of soldiesly effects. rebel near by
eXi lained that these were things thrown
aside by Floyd's men in their frantic strug-
gle to get aboard the steamer upon which
the eneral escaped. They turned over the
things carelessly with their feet, and from a
knapsack dropped a Iich-looking daguerreo-
type case and a white envelope bearing on
one corner woodcut Of stalwart rebel
soldier waving the star and bars. Under the
woo5cut was this doggerel:
God b ess cur sunny Southern land,
The best OF earth
That gave us birth,
Her sons viii stand with arms in hand,
And 10 the last defend her
The Northern scum,
Send shrieking home
And proudly die ere they surrender"
The superscription, in scrawling feminine
hand, read:
Serg. C. Randolph Cunningham Atherton.
Capt; jackson Melville kutherford's Company,
Soi' Huntington Dubois keynolds's 18th Miss
Reg
In camp at Clarksyille. Tenn.
To follow the Regiment,
Bronson opened the letter and read il. II
ran:
COUSIN JULES,
NASHVILLE, TENN, Jan 81, 1869
DEAR COUSIN RANDOLPH:
so you think hardly OF me because / didn't
answer your letter right away2 II you dc
you're just as mean you can be, for you
might know IL was no fault of mine. And
you're real hateful when you hint that could
nEd time 10 VIZ te TO odious Madison Mills, who
yon know despise 1 wrote TO him because he
he was SO lonely in camp and he wanted to
her from me, and he wished ne could hear
- day-hls life there would be so much
plf asanier. And his mother and sisters, who
are nelghbors and good friends of mine,
wan;eI me 10. and he was thoughtful enough
(which some other folks who could name and