Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1906-01-17

than its full share WadsTorth is al
most weeping with Joy at the sudden
stem of the torrent and the magnif-
cent stand of his little division. while
Doubleday, seldom given to praise, is
wrz1ging 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
gailoping in from the right, whittier
Devlns brigade has been sent to guard
the Hank 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:
l"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, at
one O'Clock, facing the very same vet
Grams that swept it from the field at
| H1oy oil
on doing the same thing here.
Then comes the crisis of the day for
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 grim
"stayers" Of Doubleday. Here, about
the Mcpherson wood where Reynolds
fell, raging old Meredith and gallant
| Roy Stone hang desperately to their
| ground. But Roy Stone is soon terri
bly, wounded. Wistar, who springs to
his sword, is shot in the face Mere
dith is crushed under his falling horse.
Falrchild'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 Black
Hats. Morrow, heroic colonel of the
Wolverines, with every one of his field
and staff officers, sooner or later, is
shot. One after another five Michi-
| gan Sergeants are killed while keeping
aloft the sacred colors. Hoosiers, too,
and the Seventh Wisconsin are fear
fully pelted. Chapman Biddle's brig
ade, on their left, is hurled back.
Baxter is fairly swamped out to their
| right, and, farther still to the north,
Ramseur, Rodes and O'Neal, with a
triumphant host of yelling confeder-
ates, have doubled Robinson's des-
| perately battling division, swept it's
fragments away; and, with despair in
his heart, Howard realizes that the day
is lost, that only by the hercest fight
ing and the best of luck can he hope
to save the remnant of Reynolds left
wing that all the morning held Sc
| grandly.
Then it is that the Iron Brigade, still
clinging to the Mcpherson wood, gets
the word to fall back to it's right rear
covering the Cashtown pike. There it
is that they find their comrades of the
Sixth Wisconsin sternly facing the
coming storm despite the fact that
everything seems sweeping away be-
yond them; and Dawes, their acting
colonel, pointing backward into the
low ground, shows to the brigade COM
mander's astonished gaze that even
Gettysburg is practically lost, and
treat-the only way to save those
| precious guns.
| ITO Be Continued