. Civil War stories . through the overwhelming force ofnumbers, and yet somehow having gained it, too(although as yet we know it not), for the sacri-fice of our corps has saved the position for therest of the army, which has been marching all A DRUMMER-BOY AT GETTYSBURG 121 day, and which comes pouring in over CemeteryRidge all night long. Aye, the position is saved—but where is ourcorps? Well may our Division-general, whoearly in the day succeeded to the command whenour brave Reynolds had fallen, shed tears of griefas he sits there on his horse and looks over theshattered remains of that Firs
. Civil War stories . through the overwhelming force ofnumbers, and yet somehow having gained it, too(although as yet we know it not), for the sacri-fice of our corps has saved the position for therest of the army, which has been marching all A DRUMMER-BOY AT GETTYSBURG 121 day, and which comes pouring in over CemeteryRidge all night long. Aye, the position is saved—but where is ourcorps? Well may our Division-general, whoearly in the day succeeded to the command whenour brave Reynolds had fallen, shed tears of griefas he sits there on his horse and looks over theshattered remains of that First Army Corps, forthere is but a handful of it left. Of the five hun-dred and fifty men that marched under our regi-mental colors in the morning, but one hundredremain. All our Field and Staff officers aregone. Of some twenty captains and lieutenants,but one is left without a scratch, while of my owncompany only thirteen out of fifty-four sleep thatnight on Cemetery Ridge, under the open canopyof heaven. ^ »&AS?. HOW MOSES WAS EMANCIPATED (A True Story of the Civil War) BY SUSAN HUNTINGTON HOOKER MAMA, mama, where did you get this pho-tograph of a darky with such funny, wide-open eyes, and why are you keeping it ? askedFritz, who had been rummaging in the drawer ofan old bureau sacred to relics of bygone Reed paused a moment on her way throughthe room, and exclaimed: Oh, Fritz, whatare you doing in that drawer? Shut it are all sorts of valuable and rubbishythings there—things I shall never have time tolook over until you children are grown up, and Iam a gray old grandmother with nothing elseto do. Mrs. Reed had taken the photograph in herhand, and was utterly oblivious of Fritzs pres-ence. Her mind was in the past. It was not thephotograph, but the glimpse she had of the 122 HOW MOSES WAS EMANCIPATED 123 drawer, with its old letters, shoulder-straps, armybuttons, bits of Confederate scrip that had pa-pered a room she saw in Vicksburg, and otherodd relics.
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