The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1902-08-14

OF Bull Run, reminds mo Of Eli Perkins'
story. Havo you heard it?
Woll, at tho battle Of Bull Run, Con.
eral Algor mot a broathloss soldier fly-
ing with tho rest Of tho army towards
Washington. Tho soldier had wound
on his faco.
"Thats q bad wound, my man." said
tho gonoral, as tho soldier halted
Who're did you got it ?"
day" ' '''''f
,.oo "Bat pn3, h9T De could you get hit in tho
Well' sir" said tho man, half apollo.
goticsnlly' II got careless aud looked
And yet 1t cannot bo said that tho
other side had altogether a monopoly of
That discretion which has as its basis tho
very laudable dosiro to 1.-Two to fight on
another day. A fow sporadic casos arc
said to have broken out among tho
southern troops and Capt. Evan p.
Howoll, OF Georgia, narrates ono OF that
character which is said to have occurred
on the retreat from Resaca to Atlanta.
Confoderate regimont was ordered to
nola mountain dcfile against the enemy
ior twenty minutes to give tho wagon
tralns time to pass given point in
safety. Tho orders wcro for the rogi.
mont to rcjoin tho rear guard Of tho
army after holding the pass for twonty
minutes A private Of a Georgia com.
pany stopped to tho front and salutcd.
Captain" he said to his commanding
ofiicor, didn't thoy say We had just
twonty minutes to catch up with tho
army Z" Yes" replied his officer.
" Well, captain, as Pm sortor crippled, l
believe I'll start now"
Vnf In atD 80 Il
blighting war Is known to all Of you.
1t were a tack stupondous to recount
titho Of that great talo spread now on
history's page or call tho roll Of South
crn leaders names whose martial glory
and ronown fro not our hearts alone,
but must, whenever heard, stir the blood
OF men and youth for ages yot to como.
nor have timo to picture or recall tho
bitter fortunes Of our dauntless troops in
those last desperate days, or paint the
horror Of tho closing scene Of that great
tragedy before tho final curtain fell at
except Unjust OF those who
made tho last heroic stand for Southern
homes and liberties, OF those who fought
those last campaigns, say this :
Ill.fed and well nigh starved for lack
Of proper food, subsisting in the trench
on acorns and mulo flesh, and In tho
march on scanty ration Of parched corn
Drawing tho winters chilling blasts in
torn and tatterod uniforms, 0fton so rag
god from long use as that the driving
slcct and falling snow peltcd their un
cd instance, leaving behind them on tho |
march tho bloody imprint Of their naked
feet upon tho frozen ground despite |
all this, despite they know our Southern
sun was sinking to an endless night and
that tho cause WAS lost, they yet ro.
sponded with a cheerful micn to every
order and command. and when their
gallant leaders led them in tho fight,
dashing at tho foo with the samc fiery
and impetuOus valOr rs that which sent
six hundred Of our English kinsmcn in.
to the jaws Of death and into the mouth
OF hell at Balaklava
Yes, my countrymcn, though starved,
unkempt and naked as you were, though
broiicd and blistered by the summer sun
or cold and shivering in the winters
wind, your tattercd legions Of the South
for Anglo Saxon grit, fierce courage and
ch!yalric daring stand, and will forever
stand, pre- eminent among the armies of
the world, the armies OF all countries
and all times. The brave Free Slater
and the dauntlcss Boer fighting but yes
terday on Africa's burning sands against
the like relentless and overwhelming
odds, alone will be your near compan-
ions on the heights Of fame and gallant
Cronjc only sit at the feet Of Lee
Veterans Of South Carolina, grouped
on the eternal hills Of destiny and fame,
/ SEQ the phantom army Of the South
stand out: her horsemen and her chari-
OTIS in special line arraycd. With super
natural ken trace tho spirit figures Of
her hero sons and on the highest crest
Of that ethereal plain which lies beyond
timo's rolling river there looms war.
like form but newly added to that phan-
tom host. A mist falls on nv owes.
The vision fades. 'Tis gone, and
~ can utter but the ono word mme:
| Hampton!
| Manya gallant knight Ia here.
| But he, the cheftain Of them ALL
II is sword hangs rusting on the wall,