The Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., N.D.) 1902-1913, 1903-08-20
The Girl Witt,
the Flag
b MRS. GEN. GEORGE z. PICKETT
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THE long lines of infantry had
swept up through the green val
leys of southern Pennsylvania and
were weariedly marching northward
to q battlefield somewhere, no man of
them could have told where. They
only knew that they were tired and
footsore and hungry, and the rich
green fields they had passed had
brought no comfort.
A young soldier took off his ragged
cap, wiped the perspiration from his
face and looked over at little cot
tage with its encircling vines. It
made him think of another little cot
tage across the lines, where the vines
had EMPOWERED his childhood.
AS the head of the column came OPP
posite the house girl ran out from
the open doorway to the front Of
the portico. She had.a United States
flag tied around her as an apron and
she stepped upon chair that the
whole army might see it and waved it
de6antly at the approaching troops.
Z. The leader looked around appre-
hensively. Some of his men had come
from the most frightfully devastated
part of the south. How would they
take the sudden defiant presentation
of the banner under which that ruin
had been wrought? With swift,
graceful movement he wheeled his
black battle horse out Of line, lifted
his cap, bowed to the warlike maid
and saluted the flag she bore. He
turned to the advancing men, waved
his hand, and every tattered cap was
lifted and each man as he passed
saluted the enemy's colors. The
leader rode forward to his place and
the long 1.-The moved on.
''She is a little fighter" thought
the boy who had waved his cap to
her. II should like to have her for q
sister. Only if she were my sister
she would wave but one flag"
He sighed, remembering the lonely
cottage under the magnolias.
''In love again, by Jove,'' said the
older soldier who marched beside
him, eli, boys! What do you think?
Shiyers. is in love with the little
Pennsylvania amazon
"Shiyers is always in love, . said an
other. He's the victim of chronic
affection. Do you remember how he
fell in love with the guerrilla's
daughter and came near b. ing shot
for 9 spy? Some day shivers win
have, a. fatal attack Of! love and Gen.
Lee will quit lying awake nights try
ing to keep at the head 1,sthesarmy.
IN the light Of Shiver'sl j; I'm increasing
military fame"
Military fame, indeed!" growled
rugged veteran. sAll the fame Jack
Shivers will ever get will be. for
writing verses and singing love songs
with guitar accomplishments"
All the while they were marching
they who dreamed Of home and
love, they who professed a lofty
ecorn for sentim entalit 'es, and they
who went silently to the field where
on a cause was to die.
On the morning of the third poor
Jack Shivers was enc Of these who
lay behind the low, long hill and
looked eastward into the space be-
tween two ranges Of fire-crowned
peaks. A man was crouched down
beside him with his hand resting on
his shoulder. Neither spoke, but
there was comradeship in the touch
that told Of love greater than men
put into words.
Beyond the crest they waited, as
the slow hours went by v aited till
the order came, and they went down
into the valley of death. What they
did on that fatal field OF Gettysburg
is inscribed on the page Of history.
In the beginning Of the retreat
Jack Shiyers was wounded. The over
whelming force of the enemy were
closing in from every point.
'He is Dead" thought the man. He
scarce noticed the shower of balls
that fell about him nor. marveled
over the apparent miracle that not
one of them touched him as he bore
the unconscious boy to spot of
greater security. Under the krove OF
trees not quite in the line Of fire he
laid his friend on the smooth grass
that had been untouched by the
storm Of war. With his untutored
skill he dressed the wound and sat
looking at the still face and trying to
tug with the fingers Of hope against
the weight of despair that filled his
heart. @
The. boy moved yrestlessly and
opened his eyes. - 4. ~
"Are we dead?"
mo; dnfortunately-we are lone
somely alive. We'd have more com
pany if we were dead"
did we win the battle?''
ibid we win? Boy, am too heart
weary and dazed to know anything
but pain, unless it be thankfulness
that you are alive" &s
'But tell me something - where
are we and where are the Others:
o, I see; I am wounded and can't "a
on-but you-you must leave me 81
you will be taken prisoner or killed.