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off. When the firing ceased one could have walked for two hundred yards down that ditch on dead rebels without touching, the ground. Of course Colonel Wilder doesn't claim that his brigade defeated Longstreet. His statement refers only to that portion of the corps which entered the field in his front. He thinks that not less than two thousand rebels were killed and wounded in this field. It was probably the most disastrous fire of the two days fight on either side. On Sunday, Colonel Edward A. King, of the Sixtyeighth Indiana, then commanding a brigade, was killed by a rebel sharp-shooter concealed in a tree. The shot struck him, in the forehead, killing him instantly. Colonel Grose, reported killed, was not hurt. In a skirmish of Wilder's brigade with Forrest, a few miles from Dalton. Georgia, three days before the battle, Forrest was so badly wounded that he was unable to take his command during the battle. General Joe Johnston accompanied Forrest's brigade, and narrow
ott; Perhaps not better, but full as well; Rather than live, so I would be shot, Picked of my feathers, boiled in a pot; Rather would list to my funeral knell, Be dead and be buried and go to — well, Send me to climes where orange trees bloom, There let me rest my wearied head, Fan my feathers with sweet perfume; Let music of honest contentment come, With manly hearts I find my home, And sleep in their shade when dead. Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, They have swept your nest with a dirty broom, Tarnished your glorious covering; From Tammany Hall I hear them sing, Weed and Morgan and Governor King, Vanderbilt, Law, Beecher, and Tyng-- Priest and pirate, together they come. Arise, proud Eagle I thy bird of fame I Phoenix-like soar from thy burning nest; Not wrong nor oppression thy spirit can tame, Or drive away truth from thy noble breast. Come, proud Eagle! our old bird, come! And live in an honest Southern home. Charles Dullness. St. Charles Hotel, New-Orleans, May 10, 1861