The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-10-06

There was an ominous crash of steel as
the bright bayonets swept to their places
Men, continued the Colonel as Quietly
rs If talking TO Sunday school, 1--WE re-
going TO take those works with the bavonet
Keep perfectly quiet; reserve your breath for
quick, hard work, and pay close attention 90
orders. Wen move in quick time to the
edge OF that slaShing of timber: every man
then make his way through it rs best he can.
keeping rs near his Captain As possible. As
soon as through it he will run with all his
might for the works, fire his gun into the
rebels rs he jumps the works. and then RELY
on his bayonet No man must fire shot
until we are crossing the works. and then L
want every shot to fetch rebel -
He waited a moment before giving the
command to advance, for Co O. which had
sEaked the battery out of the mudhoIe in .
hurry, was coming on dead run in order tn
be IN time for the charge. IL snatched its
guns from the stacks, and lined up like u
long fash of blue light
The artillerymen had dashed their faded
horses into a feyerish run, swept out into an
open space, flung their guns into battery"
and opened with vicious bang ON the rebel
works.
30 far not head appeared above the breast
works; not shot from the embrasures in the
forts
They're just laying low, f" whispered ST
to Shorty, rs they instinctively brought their
shoulders together, and summoned their
energies for the swift advance. They'll
blaze out like the fires of hell Just as we cit
tangled up in that internal timber-slashin' !"
We'll, muttered Shorty, well know
mighty soon now In five minutes Wen
either be in Heaven or bayoneting the rebels
in that fort
Battalion, forward-march :" commando
ed the Colonel
Tie regiments to the right and left got the
command at the same instant. and the long
wave of blue rolled forward without break
or fault in its perfect alignment.
hundred yards were quickly passed, and
still the rebel works were as silent as a
country churehyard. The suspense was fear
| full. Men bent their heads as if in moment
airy expectation Of being struck by 4 fearful
blast.
Another 100 yards Still no bullet from
| the rifle-pits, no canister from the forts.
Another hundred yards, and they had
struck the entansling abatis, and were fever
ishly working their clothes loose from the
| sharp-pointed limbs
Capt McGillcuddy," excitedly shouted
81, there's no men in them works Didn't
you see that flock o blackbirds just settle
down on that fort?'
That's true said the Captain. after
quick glance. Colonel. they've evacuated"
| A little to the left of tile company ST saw
| path through the abatis made by the rebels
taking short cuts in and out of the camp. He
and Shorty quickly broke their way to it, and
ran i'll feverish haste to the works. They
| found a puncheon laid 20 cross the ditch, ran
over it, and mounted the rihe-pit. There
was not man inside of the works. The last
/ Of the garrison could be seen on the other
side of Elk River, setting fire to the bridge
| by which they had just crossed.
| Utterly exhausted by fatigue and the
severe mental strain, 81 and Shorty co1ld do
nothing more than give a delighted yell,
/ fire their guns ut the distant rebels, when
they sank down IN complete collapse
| Almost at the same time the same diseoy-
| cry had been made at other points in the long
/ line moving to the assault; the inside OF the
works were quickly filled with mob of
rushing men, who seemed to lit the clouds
with their triumphant yells.
| The campaign for Tullahoma was at an
| end Bragg had declined battle, and put
| the whole of his army out of reach OF pur-
| suit behind the swollen waters of Elk River.
InaG nI9nt Dy us cheerful CtHlpHitS tHo
exultant Army Of the Cumberland sang from
one end of its long line to the other, with
| thousands of voices joining at once in the
chorus, its song of praise TO Gen. RosecranS,
which went 20 the air of "A Little More
Cider y:
Cheer up, cheer up, the night is past,
The skies with light are glowing.
Our ship moves proudly on, my boys,
And favoring gales are blowing.
Her flag is at the peak, my boys.
To meet the traitOrOuS faction.
Wen hasten TO our several posts.
And Immediately prepare for action
CHORUS.
Old ROsey is our man,
O d ROScy is our man.
Wen show our deeds WI re'er he leads,
Old ROsey is man.
TO be cOntiaued)