The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-06-19
For the News and Observer.
THE TARHEEI.

THE TARHEEL.
There have been Virginian writer's
who seemed glad to fix the stigma of
cowardice upon men who were at
least the equals of any Virginia troops
who saw the blue coats in the great
war SO long protracted. McCabe
grossly malfgned the brigade of Gen.
Pettigrew at Gettysburg one regi-
ment. of which, the 26th North Caro-
lima, lost more men than any other
regiment in the entire war from the.
North or the South. That is a fixed
fact and no amount of lying can alter
it. I" And yet North Caro-
linians were 'coWardly,' would not
fight would not stick, &c. =
AS brave, as true, as self-sacrificing
as the North Carolinians proved
themselves to be, always and every
where, they have been unable to eS-
cape calumny and defamation. =
The total Confederate loss is given in
the Confederate Hand Book at 1885,
821. North Carolina lost approx
mately one-third of all this. \ The
Hand Book, page "a, gives the losses
of all the Confederate States. Ac
cording to it's figures which it claims
to be reliable, North Carolina actual
ly lost nearly as many men in the
four years war as Arkansas, Florida,
Louisiana, Texas, Tennessee and Viz
ginia-the total for all being 42,179,
as against North Cardinals 40,305a
while the United States War Records
show 1000 and upwards for North
Carolina DIR. II. 3. Kingsbury, in
Raleigh News and Observer, of June
5th. 1904.
Dear Old North State I'm glad to
am a son of thine
And pround to claim upon my heel
The substance of thy pine.
Twill stick, for I have known the
day
The tar it's virtue proved
1t stuck when all else fled the front
True to the rights it loved
The '"Tarheel" stood at Gettysburg
Grim death could not appall;
He faced the blazing lannon's mouth,
And met its leaden ball.
Here Pettigrew and Burgwyn did
Their noble blood out-pour,
And thousands sank to earth, alas!
To rise in arms no more.
To Fredericksburg and Chancellors-
vile,
Twin fields of Southern fame.
The Tarheel sons can proudly turn,
And feel no sense of shame.
For here their fathers most display'd
Their chivalry and skill,
And followed to the gallant leal
OF fearless Hoke and HILL
And Ransom's bold, intrepid front
Was equal to a host;
a prince with more of royal blood
Than Caesars veins could boast.
On Chickamaugas bloody field,
Amid the clash of steel,
Each noble Carolinian
Show'd tar upon his heel.
He made no coward terms for life,
Though death was bending night;
For home and right, his loyal heart
Was not afraid to die.
There was a firmness in his tread,
a vengeance in his glance;
A strength unyielding in his arm,
a terror in his lance.
He never fiagg'd upon the march,
Nor Wish'd for better board;
He rarely aim'd an erring shot,
Or sheath'd stainless sword.
He camp'd beneath the winter sky,
UnShelter'd from it's storms;
Where dream'd he of his happy home,
And loving kindred forms.
He lay in loathsome dungeon cells,
With ball and chain Cypress /;
Half-ratiOn'd on allowance, mean
Still hope SUSTAINED his breast.
And many doting mothers son,
For whom she long did sigh
Was with a burning fever doom'd
To anguish there and die.
He drove McClellan's army back
Which down on Richmond bore;
He whippd the vain, bombastic Pope
He swept the Shenandoah
But like the gladiator, whose life
Pours out from every vein
Our hearts grew faint, our lance grew
weak,
Our strength began to Wane.
A foe was found within our lines,
More fierce than that without;
A foe which arms could not resist,
Nor Valient numbers rout
Twas Hunger, whose distressing
pangS
Prey'd on the soldiers frame,
And oft in the more ghaStiy form
OF deadly famine came.
Twas this that doom'd us to defeat,
And won the North applause;
Twas this that ffll'd our hospitals,
And lost to us the cause.
Four years 'gainst fearful odds We
fought,
Superior numbers routing
While all the anxious world looked on,
Amazed, confused, and doubling
Yes call us "Tarheel," it's our name,
And proudly will we wear it;
Twas dearly bought, and speaks of
fame,
Let friend and foe revere it.
JEFF. G. DAVIS.
Brevard, n. c., June IL, 1904.
If the millennium is postponed until
a mother admits that her own children
are ill-behaved and those next door