Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-07

Long told how it was possible. after each
wave of Confederates had been thrown
up against the belching Federal cannon,
| only to be shattered to bits, TO walk
| across that entire field on the bodies OF
| the slain; how every blade of grass OF
| stalk of wheat was bathed In crimson,
and how. in some of the hottest-fousht
| portions Of the field. the dead lay in Win
rows~four and five feet high
The picture published herewith shows
Capt. Long pointing out the scene OF
| the bloody charge and describing de-
| tails which he saw with his own eyes
1 half a century ago.
| It was here too that Speaker Cannon
who had spent quite Il little while. after
Capt. Long had completed his talk, in
| gazing OFF across the greening woods and
! well ordered fields that distinguished the
| prosperous country round about Gettys-
, burg. sighed and remarked IN his semi
! humorous campmeetins voice:
/ We'll. If God made this country-and
| it is certainly pretty enough to make US
| think he did--who in HI made southern
| Georgian"
Joke on "Unc1e joe"
! At Bedford, Pa. the joke-for this once
anyhow-was on the Speaker. As the
Studebakers chowfed up the incline
! twas an excellent road. too, and gave
a fine view of the suburbs of the town
the Speaker glimpsed crowd of folk
ahead waving crimson flags and run
ming like mad and shouting while they
] ran And he swelled all up and turned
| to Charlie Lands and slapped Charlie
on the back and cooked his long black
| cigar at even more rakish angle IN his
/ face.
"Ah. Charlie" said he. '"tis something
| to have lived for this. lis something I"
have lived seventy-two years To be loved
| and admired as Uncle Joe. and every
/ time you go out on a little pleasure trip
and approach a town to have the peopl"
run out as If they were going crazy, way
=, ing flags and all that sort of thing. just as
| these people are doing up here at Bed
/ ford, ahead of us.
And the Speaker had hardly gotten
these rather personally complimentary re-
marks out OF his system when Boom.
boom, BOOM" came from the hillside
| ahead of the car. And three puffs of
white smoke shot out. the reports follow
ing down the wind.
And Uncle Joe swelled up more than
| ever.
BY gum. he said, This is going to be
the real thing They're .alutinS mel
/ mean us And he settled back in the
| tonneau of the car. smoothed out the
wri.kles in his dust coat took off his hat
and prepared to look pleasant.
! The chauffeur put on little more
speed The car hustled ahead to where
| the vanguard of the welcomers. a man in
overalls blue shirt and waving d rcd
| flag, stood in the middle of the road.
Not Salute to Cannon.
| The man with the flag didn't look at
| Uncle Joe. He addressed himself to the
chauffeur.
| STOP he cried. You cant go on yet"
II guess they want to wait for the pro-
cession to form in order, said Mr.. Cam
non to Charlie Lands. Charlie nodded,
though he seemed to be having a convul-
sion inside.
| THAT is" continued the man with the
| fag' you'd better not go ahead yet I'M
| less YOU want to get blown up. Because
fthey're going TO blast up there some more
| in a minute.
Mr.. Cannon didn't say anything for q
long long while. And when he did his
remarks were not complimentar airy to Bed
ford its antecedents. industries, popula
ton or future.
There were all kinds of doings in Nc
Connelisburg. Pa, that more than made
up for the blasted reception in Bedford.
! The village band met Uncle Joe in the
suburbs and escorted him to the edge of
the town, where he was picked up by 4
torchlight procession and hUrrahed to
| the public square. The members of the
party escaped from McConnellsburg with
nothing much left of their personal pos
sessions besides their clothes.
| The good people OF McConnellsburg are
as honest as the day is long. Apparently