The locusts pipe, the crickets sing Peace smiles upon the hills and dells; The broad Missouri stretches far The grain-encumbered farms. Old Chattanooga, crowned with green, "The autumn winds were piping low, It was the Sabbath; and in awe The smoke of battle break. And 'neath the war-cloud, gray and grand, Again, O fair September night! Beneath the moon and stars, I see, through memories dark and bright, The morning breaks with screaming guns I see bold Longstreet's darkening host "But not the left!" young Garfield cries; While Thomas holds the field that lies On Chickamauga River!" Oh! on that day of clouded gold, I see the battle-clouds again, With glowing autumn splendors blending: It seemed as if the gods with men Were on Olympian heights contending. Through tongues of flame, through meadows brown, Dry valley roads concealed, Ohio's hero dashes down Upon the rebel field. And swift, on reeling charger borne, But past the swathes of carnage dire, "Let the Napoleons rain their lead!" Back swept the gray brigades of Bragg; In twilight's crimson waved, O chief of staff! the nation's fate That red field crossed with thee, The triumph of the camp and state, The hope of liberty! O nation! free from sea to sea, In dreams I stand beside the tide THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN I hear the ringdove fluting low, Where shaded waters stray. On Mission Ridge the sunlight streams Old Lookout Mountain towers on high, When 'neath the battle in the sky 'Twas ours to lay no garlands fair Upon the graves "unknown": HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH. This defeat brought Grant into the field again, though he was still on crutches. The Confederates held a strong position on Missionary Ridge and Lookout Mountain, and Grant prepared to attack. On November 24, 1863, Hooker's brigade moved forward to the northern face of Lookout Mountain, drove the enemy from their rifle pits and intrenchments, and then started after them up the slope. The mountain was enveloped in a dense fog, and into this Hooker's men disappeared. During the night the Confederates delivered a savage assault, but were beaten off. At dawn, when the Union troops scaled the palisades, they found the intrenchments at the top deserted, and unfurled the Stars and Stripes from the summit of Pulpit Rock. The Confederates were dislodged next day from Missionary Ridge and were soon in full retreat. THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [November 24, 1863] "GIVE me but two brigades," said Hooker, frowning at fortified Lookout; "And I'll engage to sweep yon mountain clear of that mocking rebel rout." At early morning came an order, that set the General's face aglow: "Now," said he to his staff, "draw out my soldiers! Grant says that I may go." Hither and thither dashed each eager Colonel, to join his regiment, While a low rumor of the daring purpose ran on from tent to tent. 505 For the long roll was sounding through the valley, and the keen trumpet's bray. And the wild laughter of the swarthy veterans, who cried, "We fight to-day!" The solid tramp of infantry, the rumble of the great jolting gun, The sharp, clear order, and the fierce steeds neighing, "Why's not the fight begun?" All these plain harbingers of sudden conflict broke on the startled ear; And last arose a sound that made your blood leap, the ringing battle-cheer. The lower works were carried at one onset; like a vast roaring sea Of steel and fire, our soldiers from the trenches swept out the enemy; And we could see the gray-coats swarming up from the mountain's leafy base, To join their comrades in the higher fastness, - for life or death the race! Then our long line went winding up the mountain, in a huge serpent-track, And the slant sun upon it flashed and glimmered as on a dragon's back. Higher and higher the column's head pushed onward, ere the rear moved a man; And soon the skirmish-lines their straggling volleys and single shots began. Then the bald head of Lookout flamed and bellowed, and all its batteries woke, And down the mountain poured the bomb shells, puffing into our eyes their smoke; And balls and grape-shot rained upon our column, that bore the angry shower As if it were no more than that soft dropping which scarcely stirs the flower. Oh, glorious courage that inspires the hero, and runs through all his men! The heart that failed beside the Rappahannock, it was itself again! The star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in envious night Here shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a freer light! Hark, hark! there go the well-known crashing volleys, the long-continued roar That swells and falls, but never ceases wholly until the fight is o'er. Unseen, beside the flood, Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched, That wait and watch for blood. 507 Ships, through a hundred foes, from Saxon lands And spicy Indian ports, Bring Saxon steel and iron to her hands, And summer to her courts. But still, along yon dim Atlantic line, Creeps like a harmless mist above the brine, Shall the spring dawn, and she, still clad in smiles, And with an unscathed brow, Rest in the strong arms of her palm-crowned isles, As fair and free as now? We know not; in the temple of the Fates HENRY TIMROD. On April 7, 1863, a strong squadron under Admiral Dupont attempted to enter the harbor and reduce Fort Sumter, but got such a warm reception that it was forced to withdraw. One ship was sunk and the others badly damaged. THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR [April 7, 1863] Two hours, or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day, The Northmen's mailed "Invincibles" steamed up fair Charleston Bay; They came in sullen file, and slow, lowbreasted on the wave, Black as a midnight front of storm, and silent as the grave. A thousand warrior-hearts beat high as those dread monsters drew More closely to the game of death across the breezeless blue, And twice ten thousand hearts of those who watch the scene afar, Thrill in the awful hush that bides the battle's broadening star. Each gunner, moveless by his gun, with rigid aspect stands, The reedy linstocks firmly grasped in bold, untrembling hands, |