Middletown transcript., 1912-02-17
CHAPTER xxxvn.
The Furllne Of the Flags.

The Furllng Of the Flags.
The close of the long and bitter
struggle had come; to those who
had cast their fortunes with the
South it seemed almost as the end Of
the world. I had thought to write Of
those last sad days, to picture them
IN all their contrasting light and
shadow, but now l cannot. There
are thoughts too deep for human ut
teranee, memories too sacred for the
pen. I rejoice that was a part of
il; that to the lowering Of the last
tattered battle-fag I remained con-
slant to the best traditions Of my
house. cannot sit here now, beneath
the protecting shadow Of flag for
which my son fought and died, and
write that l regret the ending, for
years Of peace have taught us Of the
South lessons no less valuable than
did the war; yet do 1 rejoice today
that, having once donned the gray, l
wore it until the last shotted gun
voiced its grim message to the North.
It Is hardly more than dream now.
sometimes vague and shadowy, again
distinct with living figures and his
toric scenes. l require but to close
my eyes to behold once more those
slender lines Of ragged, weary, hun
CRY men, to whom fighting had be-
come synonymous with life. I pass
again through the fiery rain Of those
last fierce battles, when in despera-
ton we sought to check the un.
numbered blue Iegions that fairly
crushed US beneath their weight
saw it all; LZei1 a part in it all.
Upon tA.ae April day which witnessed
the turning of the last sad page in
this tragedy, I stood without the Nc
Lean house, ankle deep in the tram
pied mud of the yard, surrounded by
a group Of Federal officers. Within
was my commander, the old gray
hero Of Virginia, together with the
great silent soldier Of the North.
Few about me spoke as we waited
in restless agony. No one addressed
me, and think there must have been
a look in my face which held them
dumb.
I know not how long waited,
standing beside my horse, with head
half bowed upon his neck, seeing the
figures about me as in a dream. At
last the door was flung open, and
those within came forth. He was in
advance Of them all. In that pale,
stern, kindly face, and within the
depths of those sorrowful gray eyes,
read instantly the truth-the Army
Of Northern Virginia was no more.
Yet with what calm dignity did this |
defeated chieftain pass down that |
blue lane, his head erect, his eyes
undimmed-as dauntless in that awful |
hour Of surrender as when he rode
before his cheering legions Of fighting |
men. Only as he came to where 1
stood, and caught the look of suffer
ing upon my face, did he once faIter,
and then noted no more than the
slight twitching of his lips beneath
the short gray beard.
Captain Wayne" he said, with all /
his old-time courtesy, "I shall have
to trouble you to ride to General
Hills division and request him to
cease l4fring at once"
I turned reluctantly away from him,
knowing full well in my heart was
bearing my last order, and rode at a
hard trot down the road between long
lines of waiting Federal infantry. l
scarcely so much as saw them, for my
head was bent low over the saddle
pommel, and my eyes were blurred
with tears.
The sun lay hot and golden ever
the dusty roads and fenceless fields.
The air was vocal with blare Of trum.
pets and roll of drums, while every.
where the eye rested upon blue lines
and long columns of marching troops.
formed one Of little gray squad
moving slowly southward-a mere
fragment Of the fighting men of the
Confederacy, making their way home
ward as best they might. AS the
roads forked left them, for here our
paths diYerged, and it chanced was
the only one whose hope lay west
ward.
Silently, thoughtfully 1 trudged on
for an hour through the thick red
dust Ny horse, sorely wounded in
our last skirmish, limped painfully be-
hind ne; his bridle-rein flung care
lessly over my arm. Out yonder,