The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1906-05-31

: bending over cradles kissing babies
that are asleep. Some are receiving
the blessings Of old men. Some are
parting with their mothers who hold
them and press them to their hearts
again and again, and say nothingi
and some are talking with wives, and
are endaavoriDg by brave words spok-
On in the old tones to drive away the
awful fear. We see them part. We
sec the wife standing in the door with
the babe in her arms--standing in
the sunlight sobbing-at the turn in
the road hand waves she ans wers
by holding high in her loving hands
the child. He is gone, and forever.
"We see them all as they march
proudly away under the Haunting
flags, keeping time to the wild grand
music Of war-marcbing down the
streets Of the great cities-through
the towns and across the prairies-
down to the fields Of glory, to do and
to die for the eternal right.
eve 60 with them one and all. We
are by their side on all the cory
fields, in all the hospitals Of pain-on
all the weary marches. We stand
guard with them in the wild storm
and under the quiet stars. We are
with them in ravines running with
blood-in the burrows Of old fields.
We are with them between contend
ing hosts, unable to move, wild with
thirst, the life ebbing slowly away
among the wlthered leaves. We see
them pierced by balls and torn with
shells in the trenches Of forts, and in
the whirlwind of the charge, where
men become iron with nerves Of steel.
1--WE are with them in the prisons
Of hatred and famine, but human
speech can never tell what they en-
dured.
eve are at home when the news
comes that they are dead. We see
the maiden in the shadow Of her sor-
row. We see the silver head Of the
old man bowed with the last grief.
"The past rises before us and we
see four millions Of human beings
governed by the lash-we see them
bound hand and foot-we hear the
strokes Of cruel whips-we see hounds
tracking women through tangled
swamps. We see babes sold from the
breasts Of mothers. Cruelty unspeak-
ablel Outrage infinite!
"Four million bodies in chains
four million souls in letters. All the
sacred relations Of wife, mother, ia
Their and child, trampled beneath the
brutal feet Of might. And all this was
done under our own beautiful banner
of the free.
"The past rises before US. We hear
the roar and the shrek of the burst
ing shell. The broken letters fall.
There heroes died. Welook. Instead
Of slaves we see men, women and
children. The wand Of Progress
touches the auction-block, the slave.
pen, and the whipping-post and we
see homes and fresides, and school
houses and books, and where all was
want and crime, and cruelty and fear,
we see the faces of the free.
"Tbese heroes are dead. They died
Tor liberty-they died for us. They
are at rest. They sleep in the land
they made free, under the flag they
rendered stainless, under the solemn
pines, the sad hemlocks, the fearful
the embracing vines. They
sleep beneath the shadows Of the
clouds careless alike of sunshine or
storm, each in the windowless palace
If rest. Earth may turn red with
,ther wars they are at peace. In
he midst of battle, in the roar Of
they found the serenity Of
leath. I have one sentiment for the
soldiers Lying and dead-cheers for