New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-07-01

terry with Buford's cavalry stool nelr'
Wadsworth cut red tape and in an in
slant ordered it up. The captain, pre-
ferring red tape to red fields, refused
to obey. Wadsworth ordered him I'M
der arrest. could find no Officer sor Inc
battery and finally fought 1t under
sergeant. Sergeant and captain there
should henceforth exchange places. the
enemy repulscd, the First advanced
their lines and took the position lately
held by the rebels. Very heary Skin
rnishing, almost developing at times
into a general musketry engagement,
followed. Our men began to discover
that they were opposing a larger force.
Their own line, long and thin. bent and
wavered occasionally, but bore bravely
up. To the left. where the fire seemed
the hottest, there were no supports at
all. and Wadsworths division. which
had been in the longest was suffering
severely.
About 1 o'clock Major General How
ard riding in advance of his Fastening
corps. arrived on the field andrassumed
command. Carl Schurz was thus left
in command of the Eleventh, while
Doubleday remained temporarily Reyn-
olds's successor in the First.
The advance Of the 18th soon came
up and was thrown into position to the
right Of the First. They had little fight
ing mmedlately-but their time was
coming. Meantime the First that had
already lost its General Commanding
and had held its ground against su-
perior numbers, without supports. from
10 till nearly . o'clock, took fresh couI =
age as another corps came up. and all
felt certain of winning the day.
But alas! the old, old game was play
ing. The enemy was concentrating
faster than we. Perhaps no one was to
blame for it-no one among the living,
AT least-and the thickly clustering
honors that fifty crowned the hero's
grave bar all criticism and pardon all
mistakes. if mistakes they were.
About $50 that afternoon, standing
where we now stand. on Cemetery
Hill. one might have seen long gray
line creeping down the pike and near
the railroad on the northeast side or
the town. Little pomp in their march,
but much haste; few wagons, but the
ammunition trains all up; and the
battle flags that float over their bril-
gades are not our flags. 1t is the road
from York-these are Stonewall jack
sons men. led ~ow by Stonewall Jack
sons most trusted and loved lieuten-
ant. That gray serpent, bending in
and out through the distant hills, de-
cides the day.
They are In manifest communication
with Hills corps, now engaged, fully
advised Of their early losses and or
the exact situation now. They bend
up from the York road. debouch in the
woods near the crest OF the hill and
by 3 o'clock. with the old yell and the
old familiar tactics, their battle line
comes charging down.
Small resistance 10 made on our
right. The Eleventh does not flee wildly
from its old antagonists, as at their
last meeting, when Stonewall Jackson
scattered them as If they had been pig
mics, foolishly venturing into the war
OF the Titans. II even makes stout
resistance for a little while, but the
advantage OF position, as OF numbers,
is all with the rebels. and the line is
forced 10 retire. II is done deliberately
and without confusion. till they reach
the town. Here the evil genius OF the
Eleventh falls upon it again. To save
the troops from the terrible enfilading
fire through the streets. the officers
wheel them by detachments into cross
streets and attempt to march them thus
around one square after another.
diagonally, through the town. The Ger
mans are confused by the manpuvre;
perhaps the old panic at the battle cry
OF Jackson's flying corps comes over
them: at any rate they break In Wild
confusion. some pouring through the
town 4 rout, and with difficulty formed
again on the heights to the southwark.
They lost over twelve hundred pris-
oners in twenty minutes. one of their
generals, Schempelfennig, an old officer
i'm the Russian service in the Crimean
War, is cut off. but he shrewdly takes
to cover. conceals himself somewhere
in the town and finally escapes.
But while our right is thus suddenly
wiped out, how fares II with the left
Robinson. and Doubleday. and sturdy
Wadsworth, with the Western troops!
Sadly enough.
BY half past three as they counted
the time, the whole Of A. p. Hills corps.
acting i'm concert now with Ewell, pre-
cipitated itself upon their line. These
men are as old and tried soldiers as
there are in the war. and they described
the fire that followed as the most ter
rife they had ever known. In single
brigade (Cutlers) in twenty minutes
every staff officer had his horse shot