The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-09-20
TUNKHANNOCk REUNION,
Survivors Of 132d Regiment Penn.
sylvania Volunteers Met There
on Wednesday.

The One Hundred and Thirty-second
regiment. Pennsylvania Volunteers,
held their annual reunion on Wednes-
day at Tunkhannock, when about thirty
members answered roll call. The meet
ing was replete with interest and af-
forded much pleasure to the old COM
rades who assembled there. The vet
Grams were royalty received by the peo-
pie of Tunkhannock
In the afternoon at 3 o'clock the asso-
citation held their business meeting, at
which the following officers were elect
ed: President, Wallace Biddle, of Can
ton, Pa; first vice president, f. N.
Dickson; second vice president, John
Fern, of West Scranton; treasurer. r.
c. Wintermute. of Mauch Chunk; chap
lain, Rev. H. B. Fertner. Of Selns
Grove; secretary, Daniel Newman. of
Scranton The next reunion will be held
at Factoryvlle.
In the evening campfire was held
in the Reynolds post rooms. where
speeches were made by Comrades d. j.
Newman, John Fern, c. w. Boone, III.
j. Reynolds and Wallace Biddle. At
the conclusion the WOmen's Relief
Corps served refreshments. During the
campfire Comrade John Fern read the
following poem written for the occasion:
JUST FORTY YEARS AGO."
BY John Fern.
Dedicated to Comrade Tom Barrowman.
We've Travelled to this meeting, Tom, and
time has run apace.
We live again to meet the boys and see
their smiling face;
7 /
learned to know
Who then enrolled their names with mine,
"Just forty years ago.
You we'll remember how we strobe and
marched to Fredericktown.
Where Barbara Fritche defed the host
and won her great renown;
Where first the cannon'S roar we heard,
yet step by step did toe
And marched to meet a foe so strong,
Just forty years ago"
How young and brave we started out
with over a thousand men,
Our courage strong, a youthful throng,
and burning spirits then;
We all did cheer and knew no fear but
onward we did go,
Fought clear our way on that great day,
Just forty years ago.
Where are the comrades that we knew
upon that morning bright.
We crossed the creek at double quick
into that dreadful fight;
On that great plain our boys were slain,
Antietam's creek does flow,
Those comrades brave, we marked their
grave Just forty years ago."
we think of our brave Colonel. Tom,
how bold he rode that morn
We jumped the stone wall. crossed the
creek, into that field of corn
Our Colonel fell in that great spell just
as we spied the foe
Oh, shot and shell that round us fell,
Just forty years ago.
We drank from the same canteen and
drank our coffee black,
Ate sandwich of hardtack and pork, oh
how our lips did smack;
We crept into narrow tent to hide from
rain and snow
And passed the night without a light,
''Some forty years ago"
Four years ago wet met again to see
this place of fame,
The house was there, the barn the spring
and everything the same;
| But when l thought what l saw there,
my heart did overflow
l took a drink from the same spring
Like forty years ago"
I've wandered in the churchyard, Tom,
and saw small flags o'erspread
| To designate the resting place of COM
rades who are dead:
| And year by year we drop tear-all
comrades soon must 60
| No comrades near to drop tear, Like
forty years ago"