The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-12-03

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stand of his little division. while Double
day, seldom given TO praise, is wringing
that veterans hand In hearty fashion, as
he reins in a moment at the west 'front.' OF
the seminary. Doubleday's own men now
are fast hurrying up in support OF the First
Division, Rowley and Roy Stone sending
in their brigades straight for the halted
line and the rescued guns TO the north and
along the smoking fringe OF wood, ana
there is a soldier triumph mingled with no
little anxiety, as these war-tried leaders
scan the westward fields and note through
their glasses the long columns In gray
stretching far back toward the horizon and
along the Cashtown pike, all telling the
coming OF supporting thousands. Gladly
they welcome the sight of the waving colors
OF Howard's corps pressing northward in
the valley behind them, and Doubleday
laughingly greets his fellow West Pointer,
the crestfallen Archer. just brought back
under guard. and Roy Stones Jubllant
voice rings out the watchword OF the Sec.
ono Division, We've come TO stay. boys"
IN answer TO the shout OF the Iron Brigade,
Hold the woods 10 the last? Wheren you
find men to do il if we can't?" and Private
Fat Maloney. G company of the Black
Hats. who had personally nabbed the Con-
federate hrigadier, gets his own word Of
commentator ere he goes back to his own
gallant death. And all seems hopeful.
brave and buoyant despite the heavy losses
when a cavalry officer comes galloping in
from the right, whittier Devin's brigade
has been sent to guard the flank of the
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asks Whole divisions are coming there
to the northi' Where, indeed, Is General
reynolds? An aid-de-camp is squirting at
swift trot through the maze of Numbering
batteries. His face is white. his lips are
pale beneath the grimy mustache. Men
cease their excited chatter at sight of him.
put ne has word for none until. reaching
commanders, he springs from his saddle,
turns loose his wearied horse, and they
read Ill news in his haggard eyes ere with
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doubleday, you command, sir-General
Reynolds is dead"
Dead! shot down in the moment of tri-
umph and victory! picked off by a sharp
shooter. bent on avenging the facer to
Heth; falling stark in his tracks, without
sign or sound; killed instantly, never
knowing probably whence came the blow
there. In the Mcpherson wood lies the
hero of heroes of this first days fight. his
grief-stricken officers gathering about the
senseless clay. Dazed for the moment. they
can only kneel, these men of his sorrowing
stan. and lift the grand head from the
ground and gaze imploringly into the sight
less eyes. All effort vain! In the lull of
the hight that follows the catastrophe of
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bulance at the seminary. Then some one
says that Howard must be told-that he is
doubleday orders one of his own aids TO
go In search of him.. At 1890 all was tri-
umph and rejoicing in the gallant line of
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on the right, were cheering Tommy"
Devin's troopers, and being cheered in re-
turn. Down by the Run. Black Hats and
Hoosiers were swapping chaf and congrat-
ulatlons with the Wolverines, but a pail
has dropped on the smoking field. With
the death OF their heroic leader comes the
turn of the tide.
Short hours of respite have the men of
the West. Heth has had quite enough for
the present. With four brigades at the
front he has been hurled back by two, and
wisely ne waits for the coming of comrade
dlvlsons, now deploying far TO his rear and
SLOWLY advancing to restore the day. Nine
fresh brigades are these thus sighted. as
the midday sun beats holly down on Dou-
Dledays lines, and he hasn't a man to send
in support.
And now. far out to the right and rear.
while two brigades of Robinson's division
prolong Cutters line toward Oak Hill. the
nal men in the Seminary tower are flag
glng desperately. More men are needed.
More men are needed! Towards corps.
the Eleventh. is once more, at l O'Clock,
racing the very same veterans that swept
II from the field at Charlottesville, and
that seem bent on doing the same thing
here. Leaving Won Steinwehr with his
little division to occupy as a ''rallying
point the heights TO the south of the town
land Howard seems to have felt it in his
bones that such a point would be needed
the one-armed general has pushed on
through Gettysburg, sent Schurz and Bar
low out to the north, with orders 10 hold
EWtii III cHeck-EWSil, VINO is bearing down
upon them from the northwest, north and
northeast, from the Carlisle, Harrisburg
and York roads, leading Jackson's old foot
cayalry-the corps that hardly knows what
1t Is to stop for anything. And now, even
as Doubleday's hin lines are bracing for
the shock of Hills fresh attack and the
westering sun begins to shine in the faces
or the men that so superbly battled through
the morning. and Heth is gathering up his
beaten brigades and herding them into the
sheltering woods to the west of the run.
thA~a 4@-.A
of the line, yes, even the right rear. that
Schurz is losing his hold on the northward
front; that his f~oreign-born, foreign-bred
brigadiers are giving way before the ma
yves sweeping down upon them i'm those
long gray lines. Just as at Chancellors-
vile, one sturdy Ohio Observation-Disclosures
m now led by Ames-is making
stanch but futile stand against the onward
rush of Early and Gordon. for everything
in blue between them and the right of the
First Corps, a mile 10 the west, is going
adrift. Every commond in Schurz's divi-
charge, five Georgia battalions nave burst
through TO the left of the Buckeye line, and
the town. Not only does Ames find that
he must fight two ways at once but brigade
after brigade is now pushing for that huge
help for ii. the right flank of the hard
fighting First Corps must swing back.
Ringing on the left of Paul, the gallant liz
tie general blinded for life by a single bullet
as he gathers in his sturdy men. The tor
rent of Ewell's fierce attack has preached
the fimsy bulwark of Towards left de-
fense-the foreign l~egion-and, carrying all
before II, is sweeping on, resistless, toward
the panic-stricken town.
Then comes the crisis of the day for the
men of the Iron Brigade. Nine field bat
teries. imber on the slope beyond the
Run, are Smelling the westward front of
Seminary Ridge. Nine brigades have been
deployed cross country, and extending far
TO the north, so as TO join hands with
Ewelfs right near Oak Hill, and far to
the south as Hagerstown road, are now, at
8 o'clock. bearing down TO envelope the
grim 'stayers' of Doubleday. Here, about
the Mcpherson wood where Reynolds fell.
raging old Meredith and gallant Roy Stone
hang desperately to their ground, lighting
with all the mettle there is in them and
their indomitable men. But Roy Stone is
soon terribly wounded. Wistar, who
springs to his sword, Is shot in the face.
Meredith is crushed under his falling horse.
Fairs hild's arm is smashed at the elbow:
and Stevens, his lieutenant colonel, is in
takes hold of the Black Hats. Morrow,
heroic colonel of the Wolverines, with
every one of his field and staff officers.
sooner or later, is shot. One after another
five Michigan sergeants are killed while
keeping aloft the sacred colorS. Hoosiers,
too. and the Seventh Wisconsin are fear
fully pelted. Chapman Biddle's brigade,
fairly swamped out to their right, and,
farther still to the north. Ramseur, Rodes
and O'Neal, with a triumphant host of yell
ing Confederates. have doubled Robinson's
desperately battling division; have broken
it's back and swept its fragments away;
and. with despair in his heart, Howard
realizes that the day is lost. that only by
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