The Temple Tribune. (Temple, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 1, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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Th story opens In a Confederate tent
at a critical stage of the Civil War Oen
Lee Imparts to Capt Wayne an Important
message to Longatreet Accompanied by
Bergt Craig an old army scout Wayne
starts on his mission They get within
the lines of the enemy and In the dark-
nees Wayne Is taken for a Federal of-
ficer and a young lady on horseback Is
given In his charge She Is a northern
girl and attempts to escape One of the
horses succumbs and Craig goes through
with the dispatches while Wayne and My
Lady of the North are left alone They
seek shelter In a hut and entering It In
the dark a huge mastiff stacks Wayne
The girl shoots the bruts Just In time
The owner of the hut Jed Bungay and
hie wife appear and soon a party of
horsemen approach They are led by a
man claiming to be Red Lowrle but who
proves to be MaJ Brennan a Federal
office whom the Union girl recognises
He orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy
tad he Is brought before Sheridan who
threatens him with death unless he re-
veals the secret message Wayne believes
gdlth Brennan' to be the wife of MaJ
Brennan He la rescued by Jed Bungay
who starts to reach Gen Lee while
Wayne In disguise penetrates to ths ball-
room beneath which he had been Im-
Srlsoned He la Introduced to a Miss
llnor and barely escapes being unmask-
ed Edith Brennan recognizing Wayne
ays she will save him Securing a pass
through the lines they are confronted by
Brennan who Is knocked senseless Then
bidding Edith adieu Wayne makes a
dash for liberty He encounters Bungay
they reach the Lee camp and are sent
with reinforcements to Join Early
CHAPTER XXI— Continued
With the ardor ot young manhood I
looked forward to the coming battle
when I knew the mighty armies of
North and South would once again
contest for the fertile Shenandoah Jt
was to he American pitted against
American a struggle ever worthy of
the gods Slowly I rode back down
the files of my men marking their
alignment and accoutrements with
practised eye smiling grimly as I
noted their eager faces war-worn and
bronzed by exposure yet reanimated
by hope of active service As I
watched them thus I thought again
of those many other faces who once
rode as these men did now but who
bad died for duty even as these also
might yet be called upon to die One
hundred end three strong gay In
bright new uniforms with unstained
banner kissing the breeze above our
proud young heads we rode hopeful-
ly forth from Charlottesville scarce
three years before untried undls-
olpllned unknown to place our Uvea
willingly upon the scared altar of our
native State What speechless years
of horror those had been what his-
tory we bad written with our
naked steel what scenes of
suffering and death lay along that
bloody path we travelled! To-day
down the same red road our eyes still
et grimly to the northward our flag
a torn and ragged remnant barely
forty men wore the “D" between the
crossed sabres on their slouched
brown hats In spite of all recruiting
The cheer In my heart was for the
living the tear In my eye was for
the dead
“Colgate" I said gravely as I
ranged up beside him at the rear of
the troop “the men loos exceedingly
' well and do not appear to have suf-
fered greatly because of short ra-
tions" “Oh the lads are always In fine
fettle when they expect a fight" he
answered bis own eyes dancing as be
swept them over that straight line of
backs In his front "They'll scrap the
better for being a bit hungry — It
makes them savage Beats all Cap-
tain what foolish notions some of
those people on the other side have
of us Southerners They seem to
think we are entirely different from
themselves yet I reckon It would puz-
zle any recruiting officer up yonder
to show a finer lot of fighting men
than those fellows ahead there”
I rode slowly forward to my own
position at the bead of the troop As
I swung my horse Into our accustomed
position 1 was too deeply burled In
reflection to be clearly conscious of
much that was occurring about me
Suddenly however I became aware
that some one nearly obscured by the
enveloping cloud of dust was riding
without the column In an Independ-
ence of military discipline not to be
permitted In tbe state of mind 1 was
tnen In this discovery strangely Ir-
ritated me
“Sergeant" I questioned sharply of
the raw-boned trooper at the end of
the first p'atoon “what fellow Is that
riding out yonder?"
“It’s ther peBky little cuss as come
In with ye yesterday sir" be returned
with a grin “He’s confiscated a muel
omewhar an says he’s a goto back
hum ’long o' we uns”
Curious to learn' how Jed bad
emerged from his arduous adventures
I spurred my horse alongside of him
The little man bending forward
dubiously as if fearful of accident
was riding bareback on a gaunt long-
tegged mule which Judging from all
outward appearances must have been
some discarded asset of the quarter-
master's department
“Oolng home Jed?" I asked as he
glanced up and saw me
"Jist as durn quick as I kin git
'thar" be returned emphatically "By
gum Cap I ain't bln 'way from Marlar
long as this afore In twelve year
Reckon she thinks I've skedaddled fer
good this time au' '111 be a takln'
up with some other mala critter lest
1 gtt back thar nighty sudden Wom-
en's odd Cap durn nigh as ornarr
'bout some things as a muel"
He eyed his mount critically
“Burned It ever 1 thought I’d git
astraddle o any four-legged critter
agin” he said rubbing himself as If
in sudden and painful recollection of
the past “But I sorb r picked up this
yere muel down et ther corral an’ he’s
tew durn wore out a totin' things fer
you uns ter ever move often a walk
i sorter reckon It’s a heap easier a
olttln’ yere than ter take It afut all
ther way ter ther countings"
It was long after dark the second
day when thoroughly wearied we
turned Into an old tobacco field and
made camp for the night To right
and left of our posltloL glowed the
cheery fires telling where Early’s
command bivouacked In line of battle
From the low range of 'hills In front
of where we rested one could look
across an Intervening valley and see
far off to the northward the dim
flames wLlch marked the position of
the enemy Down In the mysterious
darkness between divided only by a
swift and narrow stream were the
blue and gray pickets The opposing
forces were sleeping on their arms
making ready for the death grip on
the morrow
As I lay there thinking wondering
what might be my fate before another
nightfall seeing constantly In my half-
dreams the fair face of a woman
which made me more of a coward
than I had ever felt myself before
I was partially aroused by the droning
tones of a voice close at hand Lift-
ing myself on one elbow I glanced
curiously around to see where It
originated what was occurring Clus-
tered about a rourlng fire of rails
were a dozen troopers and In the
midst of them occupying tbe post of
honor upon an empty powder keg was
Bungay enthusiastically reciting
Scott I caught a line or two:
“‘At once there rose so wild a yell
Within that dark and narrow dell
As all the fiends from heaven ths fell
Had pealed the battle-cry of hell’ "
and then the drowsy god pressed
down my heavy eyelids and I fell
asleep
CHAPTER XXII
The Battle In the 8henandoah
To me It has always seemed re-
markab - that after all my other bat-
tle experiences — Antletam Gettys-
burg the Wilderness ay! even in-
cluding that first fierce baptism of
fire at Manassas — no action In which
I ever participated should remain so
clearly photographed upon memory as
this last desperate struggle for su-
premacy In the Shenandoah Every
minute detail of the conflict at
least so far as I chanced to be a
personal participant rises before me
as I write and I doubt not I could
trace to-day each step taken upon that
stricken field
The reveille bad not sounded when
I first awoke and rolling from my
blanket looked about me Already a
faint dim line of gray heralding the
dawn was growing clearly defined In
tbe east and making manifest those
heavy fog-banks which hanging dank
and low obscured the valley The
tired men of my troop were yet lying
upon the ground wrapped tightly In
their blankets oblivious of tbe deadly
work before them but I could hear
tbe horses already moving uneasily at
their picket-ropes and observed here
and there the chilled figure of a sentry
leaning upon his gun oddly distorted
In form by the enveloping mist
Directly In advance of where we
rested a long hill sloped gently up-
ward for perhaps a hundred yards Its
crest topped with a thick growth of
young oak-trees yet seemingly devoid
of underbrush No troops were
camped In our Immediate front and
feeling curious to ascertain something
of our formation as well as to ex-
amine the lay of the land between us
and the position occupied by tbe
enemy I walked slowly forward un-
hindered until 1 attained the crest
Tbe fog yet held the secrets of the
valley safely locked within Its brown
hand and I could penetrate none of
Its mysteries It was like gazing
down from some headland Into a si-
lent unvexed sea But directly across
from where I stood apparently along
the summit of another chain of low
hills similar to those we occupied I
could perceive the flames of numerous
camp-fires leaping up Into sudden
radiance while against the brighten-
ing sky a great flag lazily flapped Its
folds to the freshening breeze Evi-
dently our opponents were first astir
and tbe headquarters of some division
of the enemy muBt be across yonder
As I gazed other fires burst forth to
left and right as far as tbe unaided
eye could carrya through the gloom
and 1 was tfaus enabled to trace dis-
tinctly those advajeed linns opposing
us Experience o'tl me their position
must be a strong one and tbelr force
heavy
As I turned to mark our own forma-
tion tbe roll of drums rang out
while the quickening notes of tbe
reveille sounded down the long lines
of slumbering men Life returned as
If by magic to those motionless forms
tnd almost In a moment all below me
became astir and I eould clearly
distinguish the various branches of
the service as they stretched away
commingled upon either band We
were evidently stationed close to the
centre of our own position Tbe In-
tervening ground sloped so gently for-
ward while the Mil crest was so
thickly crowned with trees It looked
an ideal position from which to
advance In line of attack Upon my
right there appeared a break In the
solidity of our line but even as I
noted It wondering at tbe oversight
the dense front of an infantry column
debouched from a ravine and march-
ing steadily forward filled the gap
I could distinctly mark the wearied
manner In which the men composing
It flung themselves prostrate on tbe
hard ground the moment they were
halted — doubtless all through the
long hours of the black night they
had been tolling on to be In time
Aides were galloping furiously now
among the scattered commands The
obscuring fog slowly rose from off
the face of the valley but all tbe
central portion remained veiled from
view Suddenly as I watched the
brown cloud beneath me was rent
asunder here and there by little spits
of fire and it was curious to ob-
serve how those quick spiteful darts
of flame swept the full length of my
vista I could distinguish no reports
— It was too far away— but realized
that the opposing pickets bad caught
sight of each other through the gloom
Then a big gun boomed almost dlrect-
On Foot and Dying He
ly opposite me Its flame seeming like
a red-hot knife rending the mist This
had barely vanished when a sudden
cheer rang out upon my left and I
turned In time to behold a thin scat-
tered line of gray-clad Infantrymen
swarm down the steep slope Into the
valley With hats drawn low and
guns advanced they plunged at a
run Into tbe mist and disappeared
Our skirmishers had gone In the ball
had opened
I bad tarried long enough any
moment now might bring “boots and
saddles” and If 1 possessed the slight-
est desire for a breakfast to fight on
It behooved me to get back within
our lines Tbe memory of tbat ani-
mated scene In front still fresh upon
me how quiet and commonplace ev-
erything appeared down there In tbe
hills
“What has become of Bungay?” I
questioned of Colgate whe was lying
upon his back with eyes fastened
on a floating cloud
“Do you mean the little mountaineer
who came in with us last night?"
I nodded
“Oh his mule bolted at the first
shot over yonder and the little fellow
Is after It He’s down the field there
somewhere”
How time dragged! The battery to
left of us went Into action and began
firing rapidly we could mark the
black figures of the cannoneers at tbe
nearer guns outlined against the sky
o-er the crest ae they moved quick-
ly back and forth Twice they bore
motionless bodies to the rear and laid
them down tenderly beyond tbe fierce
zone of fire Then the heavier pieces
of artillery farther down tbe line
burst Into thunder and We silently
watched a large force of Infantry
move slowly past us up the long slope
until they halted In line of battle Just
behind Its summit the advanced files
lying flat upon their faces and peer-
ing over But no orders cime for us
Nearly noon by the red sun biding
behlnd the drifting powdqr cloud The
ever-deepening roar of ceaseless con-
test had moved westward down tbe
valley when an aide wheeled his
smoking horse In front of tbe Colonel
spoke a dozen hasty words pointed
impetuously to the left and dashed
off down the line The men leaped
to their feet In eager expectancy and
as the “Fall In fall in there lads"
echoed Joyously from lip to Up tbe
kindling eyes and rapid movements
voiced unmistakably tbe soldier spirit
We moved westward down the long
bare slope In the sunshine through a
half-dozen deserted desolate fields
and along a narrow rocky defile lead-
ing Into a deep revine At the mouth
of tbe ravine we came forth Into the
broad valley and baited Just In
front of us scarcely a half-mile dis-
tant were the fighting lines partially
enveloped in dense smoke out from
which broke patches of blue or gray
as charge succeeded charge or tbe
wind swept aside the fog of battle
The firing was one continuous crash
while plunging bullets overreaching
their mark began to chug Into our
own ranks dealing death Impartially
to horse and man The captain of the
troop next mine wheeled suddenly a
look of surprise upon his face and
fell backward Into the arms of one of
his men with an Intense scream of
agony almost human the horse of my
first sergeant reared and came over
crushing the rider before he could
loosen foot from stirrup the Lieutenant-Colonel
rode slowly past us to the
rear his face deathly white one arm
dripping blood dangling helpless at
his side This was the hardest work
of war that silent agony which tried
men In helpless bondage to unyielding
discipline I glanced anxiously along
the front of my troop but they re-
quired no word from me with tightly
set Ups and pale stern faces they
ueld their line steady as granite clos-
ing up silently the ragged gaps torn
by plunging balls
“Captain" said Colgate riding to
where I sat my horse “you will see
tbat tbe paper I gave you reaches
Reached Our Front
home safe If I fall to 'come out of
this?”
I reached over and gripped his band
Lard
“It will be the first thing 1 shall
remember Jack” I answered earnest-
ly “But we may have it easy enough
after all — It seems to be an infantry
affair”
He shook his bead gravely
"No” he said pointing forward
‘'they will need us now”
As be spoke It seemed as though
the sharp firing upon both sides sud-
denly ceased by mutual consent Tbe
t6irible roar of small arms which had
mingled with the continuous thunder
of great guns died away Into an In-
termittent rattling of musketry and
as the heavy Bmoke slowly drifted up-
ward in a great white cloud we could
plainly distinguish the advancing
Federal lines three ranks deep
stretching to left and right In one
vast Impenetrable blue wall sweep-
ing toward us upon a run Where but
a brief moment before the plain ap-
peared deserted It was now fairly
alive with soldiery the sun gleaming
on fixed bayonets and faces aglow
wltb the ardor of surprise Some one
bad blundered! The thin unsup-
ported line of gray Infantry directly
In our front closed up their shattered
ranks hastily In desperate effort to
stay the rush We could see them Jam-
ming their muskets for volley fire
and then with clash and clatter that
drowned all other sounds a battery of
six black puns came flying madly past
us every horse on the run lashed
Into i frenzy by bis wild rider With
carriage-and caisson leaping at overy
jump tbe half-naked smoke-begrimed
cannoneers clinging to thsir seats like
monkeys they dashed recklessly for-
ward swung about Into position and
almost before the muzzles bad been
well pointed were burling canlBter
Into tbat blue victorious advance
Hew those gallant fellows worked!
their tuna leaping Into air at each
discharge their movements clock-
work! Tense cagei expectant every
hand among us bard gripped on sabre
hilt we waited that word which sure-
ly could not be delayed while from
end to end down the full length of
our straining line rang out the yell
ot exultant pride
"Steady men Bteady there lads!"
called the old Colonel sternly his owa
eyes filled with tears “Our turn will
come”
Torn rent shattered bleeding
treading upon the dead and mangled
in rows those Iron men In blue came
on They were as demons laughing at
death No rain of lead no ball of
canister no certainty of destruction
could check now the fierce Impetus
of that forward rush God knows It
was magnlflcqpt the supreme effort
of men Intoxicated with the enthusi-
asm of war! Even where we were
we could see and feel the giant power
In those grim ranks of steel— tbe tat-
tered flags the stern set faces the
deep-toned chorus of “Glory glory
hallelujah" that echoed to their tread
Those men meant to win or die and
they rolled on as Cromwell's Iron-
aides at Marston Moor Twice they
staggered when the mad volleys
ploughed ragged red lanes through
them but only to rally and press
sternly on They struck tbat crouch-
ing gray line of Infantry fairly buried
It with their dense blue folds and
with one fierce hurrah of triumph
closed down upon the guns Even as
they blotted them from sight an aide
hatless and bleeding his horse
wounded and staggering from weak-
ness tore down toward us along the
crest A hundred feet away his
mount fell headlong but on foot and
dying he reached our front
“Colonel Carter” he panted press-
ing one hand upon his breast to keep
back the welling blood “charge and
hold that battery uitll we can bring
infantry to your support"
No man among us doubted tbe full
meaning of it — we were to save the
army! The very horses seemed to
feel a sense of relief hands clinched
more tightly on taut reins to hold
them In check under the old battered
bats tbe eyes of the troopers gleamed
hungrily
“Virginians!" and the old Colonel's
voice rang like a clarion down the
breathless line “there Is where you
die I Follow me!”
Slowly like some mighty mountain
torrent gaining force we rode forth
a walk each trooper lined to pre-
cision of review yet instinctively tak-
ing distance for sword play Halfway
down the slight slope our line broke
Into a soar) trot then as the thrilling
notes of the ebarge Bounded above us
we swept forward In wild Impetuous
tumult
Who can tell the story of those
seconds that so swiftly followed?
Surely not one who saw but the vivid
flash of steel the agonized faces the
flame of belching fire 1 recall tbe
frenzied leap of my horse as we
struck the line ere It could form Into
square the blows dealt savagely to
right and left the blaze of a volley
scorching our faces the look of the
big Infantryman I rode down the
sudden thrust that saved me from a
levelled gun the quick swerving of
our horses as they came In contact
with the cannon the shouts of rage
the blows tbe screams of pain tbe
white face of Colgate as be reeled
an fell These are all In my mem-
ory blurred commingled Indistinct
yet distressful as any nightmare In
some way how I know not I realized
that we had hurled them back shat-
tered them by our first fierce blow
that the guns were once again ours
that fifty dismounted troopers were
tugging desperately at their wheels
Then that dense blue mass surged
forward once again engulfed us In
Its deadly folds and with steel and
bullet sword and clubbed musket
ploughed through our broken ranks
rending us In twain fairly smothering
u by sheer force of numbers I saw
t-e old Colonel plunge bead-down into
ruck beneath the horses' feet
the Major riding stone dead In his
saddle a ghastly red stain In tbe
centre of his forehead then Hunter
of E went down screaming and I
knew I was the senior captain left
About me scarce a hundred men bat-
tled like demons for their lives In the
midst of the guns Even as I glanced
aride at them shielding my head with
i pllfted Babre from the blows rained
upon me the color-sergeant flunk up
his hand and grasped his saddle pom-
mel to keep from falling Out of bis
opening fingers I snatched the splin-
tered staff lifted It high up until
the rent folds of the old flag caught
tLe dull glow ot the sunlight
“ — th Virginia!” 1 shouted "Rally
ou the colors!”
1 could see them coming — all that
was left of them — fighting their way
through the press cleaving the mass
wltb their blows as the prow of a
ship cut tbe sea With one vicious
Jab of the spur I led them a thin
wedge of tempo ed gray steel batter-
ing gougiug rending a passage Into
that solid blue wall Inch b) Inch
foot by foot yard by yard slashing
madly wltb our broken sabres battling
as men crazed with lust of blood
our very horses fighting for us with
teeth and hoofs we ploughed a lane
of death through a dozen files Then
the vast mass closed In upon us
roiled completely over us There was
a flash a vision of frenzied faces
and I knew no more
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Etzold, E. G. The Temple Tribune. (Temple, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 1, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 1, 1912, newspaper, February 1, 1912; Temple, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1860679/m1/3/?q=music: accessed July 17, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.