Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-12

Wlry when those searching horsemen find and tackle the foe. What they do not know is, that from west. north west. north and northeast these con- verging columns are all headed. for that same little Pennsylvania town, march ing to concentrate on Gettysburg, and that this, the First corps of the Army of the Potomac, Is destined within three hours to thrust square in between those swift-closing jaws, and com pelled, as Buford says to his own men. to fight like the devil'' until the rest of the army can reach it in support.
 Tn far better fettle and discipline is Lees brave army than when 1t tried the conversion of Maryland ten months before. Only in two points Is it less to be feared--Stonewal Jackson is dead and Stuart's cavalry is as good. or bad, as lost For once in his life that brilliant and daring leader of horse is of no use to his commander. Through some error of judgment he has gone far to the east and has been cut off from communication. For once the Army of the Potomac has its eyes and it's wits at the front when the eyes, at least. of the Army of Virginia are away to the rear. At breakfast time in Gettysburg, this morn of the first of July, Heth's division of A. F. Hills corps of the Army of the South comes "bulging" ahead, without the accustomed screen of cavalry skirmish- CTS, and is brought up standing by the challenge of Calef's light guns, plant ed squarely in the middle of the Cash town pike, and the simultaneous up- rising of squadron on squadron north and south of the road-Devin's and Gamble's gallant brigades of famous John Buford's division-and there, like bulldog Buford holds them two mortal hours, until Reynolds. with his foremost men, comes spurring up the eastward face of the brigade, joins Bu- ford at the old Lutheran seminary, and notes that the main lines of Heth's division. north and south of the pike. are just forming for advance to the attack in forceall that preceded hav- ing been the work of strong skirmish lines-and now begins in grim earnest the greatest and most momentous bat tie of American history.
 First to reach the field in support of Buford's hard-fighting Horse is the First division of the First corps of the old Army of the Potomac, and the first brigade to come swarming up the slope is led by old graybeard Cutler, whom we saw at the head of the Sixth Wisconsin in it's maiden battle on the Warrenton pike, while, following close at the heels of the foremost and. obe- dient to Reynolds orders, breasting the height to the south of the sem mary, stride the five battalions of the Iron Brigade, the biggest not quite 500, the others barely 300 strong. White haired Wadsworth rides at the head of the little division. That's all there is of it--these two brigades, led by those two far western brigades, barring the batteries that ever go with them-but the blue-b1ooded old Gothamite in command swears he wouldn't swap 1t, small as it Is, for the strongest di- vision in the whole army-and he means it.
 It is sight never to be forgotten, that which greets their eyes as the Black Hats come popping up over the ridge. The westward forest is all alive with flashing bayonets aligned on the little red battle flags, the division of Heth in battle array. reaching all most from pike to pike, with one brigade thrown out tin the air. to the north, and pushing daringly forward to sweep the stubborn troopers, fighting dismounted, out of the way: It is barely quarter past ten, as Reynolds for the last time looks at his watch: bids Doubleday, who has galloped for ward for orders, to "back" Wadsworth at the seminary and extend his line to the right; then, calling on Meredith. points to that forward grove ar .ne brook side, Seize it." he says, be fore the rebels can reach it!" Then with the Sixth in reserve, with a full lunged shout in it's throat and fire in its eye, the old brigade breaks into a run, Fairchild with the Black Hats in the van-a 500-yard race for the goal field, staff and commanders cheering them on, and Reynolds Rey- holds spurring swift in the lead. rid Ing down to his soldier fate.