The Oakes times. [volume] (Oakes, N.D.) 1906-current, 1913-06-05

green hills of Kentucky, and then in
the grave of my mother. "-Richard
Yates.
stood on the bluff where Gen. Grant
had had his tent pitched. A tall
wooden hag-pole marks that sacre1
spot-a monument is soon to be erected
there. Guards are on duty to see that
not even a silver the size of match is
taken from that staff, which visitors
might carry off as souvenirs. We do
not believe in whiting, but our guide
pulled therefrom a rusty nail which
was easily broken, and we have that
now in our Oakes home as souvenir
of the place.
Tall monuments, artifcially chiseled,
with rarest skill. cannot honor our
dead soldiers as much as the loyal, pat
riotlc impulse planted in the hearts of
our boys and girls today by the record
of their deeds, impulses: which, if pro-
perly nourished, shall engender loyalty,
patriotism and love for the flag which
makes free
1.-The flag of the heroes who left US
their glory,
Borne through their battlefelds
thunder and flame,
Blazoned in song and illumined in
story,
Wave DER US all, who inherit their
fame"
During the Ciyil War our country
gave her best and noblest sons to pre-
serve the Union.
At the battle of Wenatchee, in Tenn
essee, when the Union army's victory
was achieved. a shout went up. 1t
was Geary's men that won the fight.
The cry went out, ''Where is Gen.
Geary? Bring him so we may congrat-
ulate, promote and brevet him." The
staff officer rushed in and congratulated
him and said. "Gen. Thomas wants
you to come to the field at once so that
you may he promoted and breveted.
am glad you got through safely.'' ''Oh
no" said Geary, "Don't congratulate
mel can't bear it. Tell Gen. Thomas
/ cannot come. Tell him that l care
nothing for promotion" The officer
said, II cannot 20 back to Gen.
Thomas with an answer like that. You
are all right-you haven't a scratch,
you are not wounded" Then said
Geary 81 am wounded-I am mortally
wounded-1 am shot through the
heart" Then walking oyer to
the corner of the tent, the
General turned basl ns l!anket and
exposed the dead body of his only son,
who had been shot through the heart.
For that father the shouts of victory
seemed like mockeries. His own heart
was crushed and broken by grief owe.
the death of his precious son. This
was the price that thousands of noble
fathers and mothers paid to preserve
the Union.
Thank God, the strife is over, the
battles all ended-the scroll of the
country that was marked by the strife
is rolled together.
Let us rejoice that we are now COM
pletely reunited nation-no North, no
South. No sectionalism, but a nation
marching on to greater achievements
for the solution of new problems for
| tho ,,,o~1I on<l fou b,,roo,;%,,
The Southern soldierof the Civil War
was honest but misguided. He was brave
and patriotic, but was mistaken in the
exercise of these virtues. 1t was a
hard battle-it was fight in our own
family, so to speak. Now we rejoice
in the fact that we are reunited peo-
pie, marching on to victory.
BY the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets Of iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass
quiver,
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day
Under the one the Blue,
Under the other the Gray.
No more shall the wa. cry sever,
Or the widening rivers be red;
Our anger is banished forever,
When are laureled the graves of
our dead!
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.
The history is so glad and so glorious
which chronicles the stern struggle, in
which right and liberty were won by
such an awful baptism of fire and
blood. It is written in the grave of
every veteran. Their work is done
we are proud of your country and your
citizenship-because you haye personal
knowledge of the cost Of blood and
troaauro IN coo,,ro them Vo,, ,,o