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the writer visited the battle-ground at
Gettysburg a week after the conflict, and again in the autumn of 1866, each time with traveling companions already mentioned in these pages.
On the First occasion we encountered many difficulties after leaving
Philadelphia, First in trying unsuccessfully to reach
Gettysburg by way of
Harrisburg, and then by detention in
Baltimore, the Northern Central railway being in the exclusive service of the
Government for some days after the battle.
Having “friends at court,” we gained, through them, permission to take passage in a Government train, which we did at ten o'clock on a pleasant morning, in company with
Mr. Barclay, the philanthropist spoken of,
1 members, of both sexes, of the Sanitary and Christian Commissions,
2 and friends of slain and badly wounded soldiers.
on leaving
Baltimore, we saw the evidences of the hasty preparations to repel the invaders;
3 and on the way to
Hanover junction we passed several of the block-houses constructed for the defense of the bridges on the railway.
4 we dined at the junction, where lay the charred remains of a train of cars, destroyed by the invaders, and toward evening arrived at
Hanover.
There we tarried an hour, and the writer visited the scene of the cavalry fight on the 29th of June, and made the sketch on page 58. we reached
Gettysburg at eight o'clock in the evening, and gladly accepted the kind hospitality of the family of a leading citizen (
David M. McConaughy), whose services before the battle, in imparting information, were acknowledged by
General Meade.
He, like all other patriotic citizens of
Gettysburg, had opened his house to the strangers who thronged the town; and on the following morning
he kindly accompanied us to the important points on the battle-field, of whose scenes he had been an eye and ear-witness.
With him, in his
light carriage, the writer was privileged to spend the entire day in an inspection of the theater of the drama chiefly within the
National lines.
We rode out on the Bounaughtown road, across
Rock Creek, to the heights on which
Ewell's guns were planted; and along a by-road we went down by the base of
Wolf Hill, recrossed the
Creek where the southern slopes of
Culp's Hill touch it, and there began to see the evidences of the struggle of
Slocum's corps with the foe on the right of the
National line.
Unexploded conical shells were half-buried in the oak-trees, whose branches were cut and bruised by others; and the trunks of nearly all were scarred so thickly with bullet-marks for ten or fifteen feet from the ground, that
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scarcely an inch together of the untouched bark remained.
Over the rocky slope of
Culp's Hill, up which the
Confederates