The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1905-03-23

strength. ca ridges. hope all spCat
and gone. they drop their useless rife
butts 10 earth and lean exhausted on
the hot. black muzzlcs. At least they
hold the ground
SO, too. does that stern. silent. iron
command across those so yards OF
smoking void, with obstinate deter
mination," writes Old Jack. in rueful
admission of the stubborn valor Of his
foe. And after ala what has he ac-
complished2 What has he not done this
night bat blundery All he had to do
was 10 remain there In concealment
beyond that unfinished railway grade,
resting in the shady woods. and. all
unconscious OF his presence. the union
brigades would have passed him by,
leaving Ricketts, far In the rear to be
cut on. crushed or captured. But the
sight Of 5000 Yankees marching along
almost parallel 10 his front, all unsup-
ported, was too much for even such
piety as Jackson's. Ordinarily he had
done wonders with dozen regiments
nearly as small as these. Tonight he
sends in twice that number to assall
a smaller force, and is fought TO a
stand within an hour. lie has gained
nothing. He has lost one-third Of his
best and bravest-his Virginians lie
has betrayed his position to the enc
my, for Sigel, away to tho southeast.
has heard the sound OF battle. and Nc
Lean. brave leader OF one OF his few
American brigades, watches the des-
perate struggle from Ladue's old look
out at the Henry house. and Pope.
skillfully directing his diverging col
umn TO trap Jackson at Centreville.
hears over the left shoulder. far over
Bull Run, the furious cannonade a long
league behind him. the storm OF
battle that only dies out at nine. but
that tells him the tale OF one more
trick OF Jackson's-the time-honored
tale of the Irishman's flea.
But II opens Pope's otherwise blinded
eyes. changes In toto his plans for the
morrow, and bids him turn his col.
umns on Groveton. Jackson's biundef
has taken much from his own fame.
added much 10 those Of another. and
given the Badgers and HoOsiers the
title they rejoice in ever thereafter
the name OF the Iron Brigade.
Sore times are these, this black,
moonless night, as. within hailing dis
lance OF each other, officers and men
OF the opposing forces go cropping about
with glimmering lights. looking for
friends among the slain. Sad hearts
are these beating in the bosoms OF the
group OF union generals in the fence
corner back OF the moaning wood. for
Il Is full OF wounded. The regimental
commanders are slowly Withdrawing
their wearied men 10 the line OF the
pike. leaving strong pickets TO protect
the surgeons and their stretcher-behT-
ers az the front II is a dramatic scene
when that dark-eyed soldier. com
mander OF the seventh. rides In to re-
port to his brigade chief concerning
the regiment that caustic "regulaF"
has sometimes misjudged. What do
you think OF the Seventh now 80 Is the
irrepressible question Just before tbs
colonel slips. fainting. from his saddle.
and then and not until then permits
II to be known tLlt all the time as he
held his men 10 their desperate WORK.
he sat his horse. pierced through both
thighs by Enfield bullet. his boots ruE-
ming over with blood Old Graybeerd
OF the Sixth. too. is shot through the
leg. and Gibbon has borrowed HIS
man. the tall. brainy ad-
iutant. and the Sixth feels bereft.
though II, too. falls into soldier hands.
But the Black Hats and the IIoosisa
have lost more than all
ITO Be Continued