New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-07-04

fsr>cial Correspondence OF Mr. WHITELAW
pEID TO THE Cincinnati Gazette" from the
,rmy OF the Potomac.l
The opening campaign, After the
invaders" was over. There was brief
time for last glances at the field, last
questions after the dead and dying
then the hurried trip West, and the
misery of putting together, on swaying
railroad cars and amid jostling crowds,
the story of the day, from the copious
notes takcI on the field.
After the Battle.
The morning after the battle was as
sweet and fresh as though no storm of
Death had all the day before been
sweeping over those quiet Pennsylvania
hills and valleys. The roads were lined
with ambulances, returning to the field
for the last of the wounded; soldiers
exchanging greetings after the battle
with their comrades and comparing
notes OF the day; officers looking after
their wounded men or hunting up the
suppljes for their regiments. Detach-
ments Of rebel prisoners every few
moments passed back under guard; the
woods inside our line had been full
of them all night, and we were just be-
ginning to gather them UP. Every
body was IN the most exuberant spirits.
For once this army had won real
yictory-the soldiers felt it, and the
sensation was so novel they could not
but be ecstatic.
The Field.
Along the lines on the Left a sharp
hopping of skirmishers was still kept
ND. I rode down over the scene Of yes
terday's fiercest conflict, and at the
cost Of some exposure, and the close
passage Of a couple of MIME balls, got
a view Of the thickly strown rebel
corpses that still cast up to Heaven
their mute protest against the Treason
that had made them what they were.
But the details of these horrible
scenes are too sickening. and, alas! too
familiar; 1 must be excused from at
tempting their description.
At Headquarters.
HeadGuarters-still over in the woods
near Slocum's hill-were in bivouac.
The General lad little wall-tent, with
in which he was debating orders and
receiving dispatches; Gen. ingalls,, the
Chief Quartermaster, was established
in the tailboard Of a covered wagon;
the rest-Majors and Colonies, Generals
and all-had slept on the ground, and
were now standing about the camp
fires, hands fun of fried pork and hard
bread. making their breakfast in style
that a yer ago would have astonished
the humblest private in the Army Of
the Potomac.
The Cavalry Generals were again in
request, and heavy reconnoissances
were ordered. The bulk of the rebel
army was believed to be in full re-
treat; one strong corps was known to
be still strongly posted on well-chosen
heights TO the northward, and drawn
UP in line Of battle to receive any at
temnt on our part at direct pursuit.
Losses on Meade's Staff.
The casualties on the Staff were
wonderfully small. Gen. Warren, act
ing Chief of Staff, had a remarkable
escape. A MIME ball passed directly his
chin, cut his throat in little line that,
with half an inch's motion in his head
or change in the direction Of the ball,
would Lave been converted into a
deathly wound. AS it was, his shirt
was stained with the blood that trick
led down, but he did not think the
wound worth binding up.
It has been telegraphed, and retele-
graphed, and telegraphed again from
headquarters that Gen. Butterf1eld was
badly wounded. That officer is never
likely to be inconspicuous. and 1 an
certain I saw him a score OF times FRI
day evening after the fight was over,
and Saturday morning, and he was as
well as myself. He received slight
blow on the back Friday afternoon,
from spent fragment Of shell, 1 be-
lieve, but IT did not even break the
skin.
These, with the wounding Of Lieut.
Col. Dickinson, Aid to Gen. Meade, con-
stituted the only casualties on the
Staff.
Major Barstow, the efficient Adult
ant-General, received fragments Of
shells on both sides OF his saddle, but
escaped unhurt.
Tho Fire at Headquarters.
II was not, however, because they had
little exposure that their losses were
small. How we were nearly all driven
away from headquarters Friday fore
noon by the furious cannonade has al
ready been told but my friend and
companion on that morning, Mr.. Sam
Vel WilkCson. Of the New York Times,
has so wildly described the scene that
must be allowed TO reproduce it:
In the shadow cast by the tiny farm
mouse. sixteen by twenty, which General
Meade had made his headquarters, lay
"earied staff officers and tired CORE
spondents. There was not wanting to
me peacefulness Of the scene the sing
ing Of bird, which had a nest in
peach wi hr % h.