The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1903-06-05

niflcance Of the battle OF Gettysburg,
were considered
] The greatness OF American manhood
I both in peace and in war was formed
I the climax OF the oratiOL. Touching
I the heroic in the American soldier, Mr..
| Stewart said:
aAt the first days fight at Gettys-
/ burg, in the railroad cut, the superior
numbers Of confederates pushed back
/ the union troops into the town. But
/ they retreated as reluctantly as the
[ Bengal tiger, driven from his lair. A
union cOlOrer- bearer at the front held
/ higher his cOlOrs. He would not turn
/ his back, but retreated stepping back
ward, all the while shaking his fist at
] the enemy. In this attitude he went
down, and even the cOnfederates
mourned his fall Lieutenant Dawson,
commanding battery, had his ankle
/ Still he commanded. Then a bullet
/ pierced his breast. Unable longer to
stand, one Of his men held him TO his
/ feet while be cheered on his gunners to
/ give il to EN- It was nothing unusual
to see soldiers with face and head Gov
I cred with blood from slight Wounds,
still fighting; or clothes bu1et-tOrn,
the ragged edges dripping blood Bat
teries and trenches we're taken and re-
taken at the bayOnet or club Of the
musket. Officers rode deep into the
ranks Of the enemy and carved out
| death before they could be conquered
or captured; and wherever the leader
there the private also.
such we're the heroic men who
fought our battles A remnant Of that
| hardy brood is with as still. What
cannon and rife could not do, the ST.
lent artillery Of time is doing, the
thinning Of their ranks. Soon they
will be with Us no more. While they
live let Us rise up before their hoary
heads, which so justly deserve our
praise and honor. This event carries
them back to the strenuous days. Fol
lowing on we see them with Grant at
Vicksburg, Shiloh, Cold HarbOr,
SpOttsilvania, Petersburg; with Nc
Clelland at Antietam; with Meade at
Gettysburg; with Thomas at Chatta-
nooga and Chickamagua; with Sher-
idan at Winchester and with Sherman
to the sea-enduring march, suffering
privation, fighting in the face OF
death, and risking starvation in prison
pens.
"FOr the inestimable service of our
soldiers, loving hands are today streW-
ing flowers upon their graves, in the
SO national cemeteries scattered all
tons love for those who died upon
the field Of honor; and speakers are
raising eUlOgies Of praise to the rest
remaining.
1--WE have called to the 'violets and
the daisies now marching up the hill
sides and the valleys In battaliOns, to
come with their dripping beauty for
floral offering. Yet more: the loving
hands which have cOsXed to bloom
have plucked the chrysanthemUm, the
daisy, the milk-White lilly, hyacinths OF
heavenly blue, pinks, the fair white
rose and sweet viOlets-al for the pat
riots grave.
"But while We do this for the blue,
what shall be done for the gray. Praise
for the union soldier is great because
he was victor over a great enemy. The
| bravery of the southern solder has
never been doubted. The columns Of
gray that stOrmed Cemetery ridge,
reaching the old stone wall and almost
| laying a hostile hand upon the union
cannon, fought with sublime courage
| The record of southern TalOr is i'm
| perishable."
The speaker also told Of the great
/ heartedness and kindness of the south
eTn boys toward the Union wounded.
/ Great acts Of brotherhood on both
sides often mitigated the memorable
/ fortunes Of war.
To-day there is no north; today there
/ is no south. The hearts have been
/ linked and the hands joined. The
| picture Of Abraham Lincoln hangs on
| the wall IN the capitol of Mississippi,
and a tablet Of General Lee stands in
a niche in the hall Of Fame in New
/ York. Henceforth the boys Of the
north and those OF the south will
/ march in the same ranks, for the same
cause. The cry Of the south to defend
her shores would bring the squsdrOns
Of the navy and millions Of cleaning
muskets to her relief; and the call Of
the north to stay q hostile invasion
upon her borders would be answered
BY the Fastening tread Of southern
armies. Thank God, each knows the
/ others voice and both love the same
flag. The palmetto and the pine have
/ interlaced their branches, in the
:, hearts of the people forever. So with
the poet
| No more shall the war cry sever,
Or the winding rivers be reds
They Danish our anger forever,
When they laurel the graves Of our dead
Under the sod and the dew,
! Waiting the judgment day;
Love and tears for the Blue
Tears and love for the Gray
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