. . n the stillness of the JONAS PBIOHNKR, night, when sleep would not company h, sixty-fourth. come, while a new world was dawning upon him, was never years at West Point, and three in service on the Pacific Slope,brought him in the fall of r*6i to Mansfield, Ohio, as colonel of the Sixty-fifth Ohio infantry volunteers. The boyish-looking young man of twenty-six became, during three years in active service, the beau-ideal soldierto many a brave fellow who followed him to death, as well as to many whostill survive. Shortl
. . n the stillness of the JONAS PBIOHNKR, night, when sleep would not company h, sixty-fourth. come, while a new world was dawning upon him, was never years at West Point, and three in service on the Pacific Slope,brought him in the fall of r*6i to Mansfield, Ohio, as colonel of the Sixty-fifth Ohio infantry volunteers. The boyish-looking young man of twenty-six became, during three years in active service, the beau-ideal soldierto many a brave fellow who followed him to death, as well as to many whostill survive. Shortly after we went into camp of instruction, and whileour colonel was comparatively unknown by us, a member of our companywandering around regimental headquarters one night, when he ought tohave been at his quarters asleep, came in and said: Boys, llarkers allright. I peeked in his tept, and saw him reading his Bible. The im-pression made by that rer ark on our then boyish mind has never beeneffaced. Though seen under the most trying circumstances, we never heard. 792 HOW HAREER DIED. Harker use an oath, nor give expression to a word or sentence that mightnot have been spoken with propriety in the presence of his sisters. A soldier by profession, a strict disciplinarian, as brave a man as everted to battle, he gained and held to the last the confidence and affection ofthe men of his command. When the assault was made on KennesawMountain, Sherman selected Harker with his brigade to lead. The con-viction that he was to fall was upon him. He made disposition of hispersonal effects, and requested that in case he was killed, his body might rest beside that of his had almost gained theparapet of the enemy, withhat and sword in hand, cheeringon his men, when a ball struckhim in the chest. Before thesun went down his soul waswith its Cod. His last wordswere, as a smile played uponhis handsome face, Did wetake the mountain? Manyheroic men, from generals highin command to the rank
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