The National tribune., 1899-06-15

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the greatest energy, crying and swear
ing all the time. His mind was SO intent
upon the work he was doing that he became
rOundingS or to what his comrades might be
doing. He was intent upon the one object of
killing as many of the enemy as possible His
tears were no sign OF a craven heart, for he had
the courage of lion when in battle. When it
became necessary TO change formation or
change position, the officers or his comrades
were obliged to take hold Of this soldier and
bring him out of his absorbed condition of
mind; otherwise the whole company or the
whole regiment might move away, and he
would remain fighting, crying and swearing.
| Not single officer of Co. l. remains among
the living; Capts Leaper, Womeldorff and
Shaw, and Lieut.. Little, are all dead. This
company had some most superb material in it.
At this moment recall Corp'l Lee Woods,
youngster Of about 20 years, who could not be
surfeited with fighting He was superb
horseman, q crack shot, and always on the
front line. He was one Of those present at the
capture of jeff. Davis, for which he shared in
the rewards offered by the Government. Lee
Woods survived all the dangers of the war,
though at no time would have insured his
life for sixpence. He still lives to tell the
story to his grandchildren.
Woods was well matched in his eagerness
for fight by Jakcy Lloyd of Co. c. who never
let a chance for scrap" slip through his fin
gers. During the recent Spanish-American
war, Jahey Lloyd almost cried because the
. Recruiting Officer refused TO enlist him. He
is now about 60 years old, and weighs nearly
200 pounds. The danger would be that if
enlisted at this time for cavalry service he
, would have to carry a stepladder to enable
him to mount his horse.
ri Co. M completes the list OF our companies,
and here awaited me the spirit form of my
I fellow prisoner, Capt. Albert A. Carr. Wehad
been prisoners of war, had made our escape
; from the enemy, and clung together, travelling
through the mountains of East Tennessee
until safe within our lines. Lieut.. Philip
Blazer, OF this company, who was one of the
most faithful, trustworthy and capable officers
lof the entire regiment, remains among the
living.
AS walked away from the old camp GROUND
a shadowy regiment walked with me, ant
came every hero from his tent of grasses witt
pallid face strong and sweet
TO MY COMRADES.
lone eve, /, musing, paced the sands
That skirt a shore where sets the sun;
Where every ripple of the sea
Is warm as kisses, love to love:
listened to the droning waves
The lace-like waves which fret, and lave
The tinted shells upon the beach.
Among the jetsam washed ashore
found, deep in sea weed bed,
A bugle, with the rime of years
Corroded, tarnished, long since dumb.
paused, and wondered whence il came
STOPPED down and took it from the sand
Long, long before, l. young, had stood
Where armies gathered and advanced,
Where saberS clanked and trlmpetS blared.
dipped the mouthpiece in the sea-
, dipped the bell into the sea asEJ
u | washed its battered brazen throat -.
: Then held to lip, and flung blast =
, , Out on the pulsing, starlit air.. sa.
The long -hushed bugle woke and rang
i A limpid cadence long the shore,
0 Which drifted out to sea, and came
In ripples back upon the waves
\ Which rocked its echoes back and forth
From cliff to cliif-against the crags-
Far up the nights, around and round
As though it pealed, I'm found, Pm found"
blew again, softer note, u
y Though full, which rang along the land
t Rang full, and clear, and sweet and far,
, thought (but could it swell SO high0 =
. heard it echo 'gainst star, "a
Then drop into the placid sea, 4.Ez55sS8
S A strain of perfect melody.
d hear that last note ringing yet
|. Like cry Of comrades far away,
Adrift and drifting past recall.
So let it drift, and sink, and swell
With every motion of the deep!
The bugle hangs against my wall,
And when will-Tll send once more
A blast upon it to the sea,
To keep my comrades company.
-THEoDoRE F. ALLEN, Captain, 7th Ohio
Cav, and Brevet Colonel Of Volunteers, Gin