Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1905-03-03

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just as the southern force bursts
through the battle smoke and into the
brook; but even as these latter reach
the wood, and Archer is cheering them
forward. he is amazed to see his wing
Keeling back, and a blue-capped. blue
bodied human wave curving round the
Eouthward end of the struggling tim
Der. Before he can issue an order or
strengthen a single battalion, Fair
child and the Black Hats have burst
through the sheltering grove in his
front, and sprung like tigers ON his
halted and astonished line; while
Badger, Hoosier and Wolverine. swing
ing round him from the south. COM
plete the demolition of the brigade
He and half his force, 600 at least, are
prisoners of war, while the rest are
chased to tie rear by Meredith's men.
First facer for Heth as he g1ares from
the opposite woods, where Pettigrew
and BroekenErough are aligned in
support. For him, however, there is
comfort TO the north of the pike, for
there has Davis swept the field and is
bearing down on the union guns Now
is the time to support hin. but Wads-
worth is too quick. Archer disposed
of; the Iron Brigade halted and
reforming under Reynolds own eyes,
the general commanding turns TO sue
cor the right He has seen the trouble
in single glance; has seen, too, the
way out of it: and in another minute
the Sixth Wisconsin is "double-uuick-
ing" away over the fields to its right
in support of the men from the City of
Churches. now in sore need. for those
lank Mississippians have swept for
ward into the long cut of the unfin-
ished railway, and, fiat on their bellies
against the southwark slope, are pour
ing their fire-into Fowler's men.
A fatally good place is a railway
cut to shelter line. when the foe
stands fast and contents himself sim
ply with shooting. fatally bad
place it is when the foe won't stand at
bay, but comes charging full tilt in
spite of the fire, and that, to the amaze
Of Davis, is Just what these infamous
Badgers are doing this day. With an
! onward rush no mere muzzle leaders
can possibly check when firing
| "ohlique," the Sixth comes sprinting,
| taking the Mississippians in turn
square in the flank and almost in
| twinkling, doubling up and driving
together, huddled. helpless, sheep
| like, one astonished battalion. Down
go the red battle flags. Down go the
rifles in answer to shouts of surrender.
Some dozen, perhaps. bending double
| and ducking, manage to seurry on to
the west. But Gen. Joe Davis has lost
| two OF his colors and all but a few men
| OF two misguided regiments; and here,
| too, has the Iron Brigade done more
| than its full share. Wadsworth is al
| most weeping with joy at the sudden
stem of the torrent and the magnifi-
| cent stand of his little division. while
| Doubleday, seldom given to praise, is
wringing that veterans hand in hearty
| fashion. Doubleday's own men now
are fast hurrying up in support OF the
First division and there is soldier tri-
umph mingled with no little anxiety,
as the war-tried leaders note through
| their glasses the long columns in gray
stretching far back toward the horizon,
! all telling the coming of supporting
| thousands A cavalry officer comes
galloping in from the right, whittier
Devin's brigade has been sent to guard
| the flank of the line. Where is Gen.
Reynolds? ' he asks. Whole divisions
| are coming there to the north! "
| Where, indeed, is Gen. Reynolds? An
aide-de-camp is squirting at swift trot
through the maze OF unlimbering bat
teries. His face is white. his lips are
pale beneath the grimy mustache. He
springs from his saddle and says:
Gen. Doubleday, you command. sir
Gen. Reynolds is dead
/ And now, far out to the right and
rear the boom of cannon grows inces-
SAINT, and signal men are Tagging des-
perately: More men are needed
More men are needed" Towards
corps, the Eleventh, is once more, al
one o'clock, facing the very same vet
Grams that swept it from the field al
Charlottesville, and that seem bent
on doing the same thing here.
Then comes the crisis of the day FOL
the men of the Iron Brigade. Nine
field batteries are Smelling the west
ward front of Seminary ridge. Nine
| brigades have been deployed cross
country and are now, at three o'clock
bearing down to envelop the grin
"stayers' of Doubleday. Here, abou
the Mcpherson wood where Reynold!
fell, raging old Meredith and gallan
Roy Stone hang desperately to theil
ground. But Roy Stone is soon terri
bly, wounded. Wistar, who springs Il
his sword, is shot in the face. Mere
dith is crushed under his falling horse
F,airchi1d's arm is smashed at-the Ell
bow; and Stevens, his lieutenant col
! onel, is instantly killed; so Mansfield
the major, takes hold OF the Blacl
Hats. Morrow, heroic colonel of tn