Battle Of Missionary Ridge And Lookout Mountain

: Doctor Jones' Picnic

Will had not neglected to take numerous photographs of Summit Island,

the flag and staff; and with his kodak he had stepped outside the circle

and taken a "shot" at them as they circled about the mast, protected

from cruel Jack Frost by a wall of fire, as they awakened the echoes in

these hyperborean regions in the lively strains of North Pole March.



He exhibited this photograph to them on the following day, and all w
re

delighted with it.



"Oh, I wish you would give me several of these, Mr. Marsh!" cried

Mattie. "I wish to give them to my friends."



"You shall have all you want of them, Mattie, upon just one condition,"

he answered.



"And what is that?"



"Don't call me Mr. Marsh again on this trip. No formalities should be

allowed among the Children of the Skies."



"Agreed, Mist--Will," replied Mattie, gaily. "You may put me down for

one dozen on those terms."



"Well, won't they be a sensation, when we show them in Washington?" said

Will, viewing the picture critically. "I really think I will make it the

subject of an oil painting."



"And I want that painting at any price, if you will ever sell it," cried

the Doctor.



"I will paint one for each of the company--except Sing. That apathetic

heathen would not care half so much for it as he would for a highly

colored chromo."



"Don't be so hard upon poor Sing. I am sure that he would be just

delighted with one of those paintings," said Mattie.



"Call him in and let's see. If there is a particle of the aesthetic

about him, I have failed thus far to see it," declared Will.



So Mattie called Sing from the kitchen. He looked so neat in his white

apron and cap that Will began to fear that he had slandered the poor

fellow. He was shown the photograph, and Mattie said:



"You sabe that picture, Sing?"



"Yes, me sabe."



"What is it?"



Sing grinned a moment as he looked slyly around upon, the company, and

answered:



"Allee samee makee foolee lound flagpole."



All roared with laughter.



"That is about what we did, and no mistake," said the Doctor, wiping his

eyes.



"Well, Sing," said Mattie, looking her very pleasantest at the wily

Mongolian, "I have called you in to prove that you heap likee pretty

things. Now, you would likee a pretty oil painting, big picture, allee

samee that?" pointing to the photograph.



Sing's face was a picture of indifference, and he said,



"Me no care."



"What! not care for beautiful oil painting?" cried Mattie, desperately,

seeing Will's eyes twinkling with fun and triumph. "Well, there is

something in the world that you think pretty, isn't there Sing?"



"O, yes!" promptly replied Sing, his face breaking out in smiles, "me

tinkee Miss Mattie heap pletty. Me heap likee Miss Mattie."



This open avowal of admiration was more than Mattie had bargained for,

and she blushed furiously. The whole party clapped their hands and

laughed, while Will fell upon the floor and rolled about in an ecstacy

of fun and laughter.



"Didn't I tell you, Mattie, that he was an incorrigible case?" cried

Will, as he assumed a sitting posture on the floor.



"And do you mean to say that Sing has no taste at all, simply because he

admires me?" said Mattie very severely.



"O, no! Mattie. I really admire Sing's taste, and acknowledge that I

have shamefully abused the poor fellow," said Will, rising to his feet.

"But the way he turned the tables on you and made you blush is the best

fun I have seen on the trip."



And so they indulged in light hearted conversation, music, reading,

painting, chess, etc., as they sped over the frozen seas, homeward

bound. Toward evening a strong north wind set in and the Professor

declared that they were heading straight for the mouth of the Mackenzie

River.



"In two or three days we shall be in the United States if this gale

continues," said the Professor. "We are traveling at tremendous

speed--nearly sixty miles an hour."



"I only hope that it continues, for I do not doubt that the friends have

long since given us up as dead," replied Dr. Jones. "We have been gone

now nearly four months, and have had no opportunity to communicate with

them since we left. What a glorious time it will be when we get back and

tell them how easily and comfortably we accomplished our object."



And so they enjoyed many an hour in anticipation of their reception by

friends who were mourning them as lost forever. And they were assured of

hearty expressions of admiration from a generous public. And the

Government would make proper acknowledgments.



"Doctor," said Fred in the evening after dinner, "I wish you would tell

us about the siege of Chattanooga, and Battle of Missionary Ridge and

Lookout Mountain."



"All right," returned the Doctor. "If agreeable to all, I don't mind

spinning a war yarn. Let me see; I left off at our entrance into

Chattanooga. Well, Bragg's army was sitting upon the surrounding hills

and mountains, watching us with eagle eyes. They cut off our lines of

communication and supplies, and we soon began to feel the pangs of

hunger. I saw stalwart men upon their hands and knees in the mud hunting

for grains of corn that had rattled from the army wagons into the road.

I saw horses in a battery adjoining my regiment gnaw nearly through

great oak trees in the torments of hunger. And when they were fed their

miserable pittance of corn, guards were necessary to keep the gaunt,

hungry men from stealing it from the perishing brutes.



"Desertions became exceedingly frequent; so much so that nearly every

roll-call noted one or more missing from each regiment. What with

sickness, deaths, and desertions, our ranks were becoming rapidly

decimated. A council of war was held. General Sheridan, commanding at

that time the 2nd division, 4th army corps, volunteered to make an

example of two captured deserters in one of his regiments. His offer was

accepted, and a morning or two later the whole army was notified to

witness the execution of these deserters. Such extremities had not been

resorted to for simply running away home (for they had not attempted to

desert to the enemy), and we could not believe that they would be shot.

But we did not know Phil Sheridan.



"Who could have dreamed on that morning that this trim little man, who

sat his horse like a centaur as he watched with critical eye the

carrying out of the horrible details of this double execution, was soon

to take rank among the greatest generals in the world's history?



"At the appointed time we gathered informally in a great mass in an open

plain south of the town. The brigade to which the doomed men belonged

was formed into the three sides of a hollow square, two ranks, open

order. Two graves were dug in the fourth side of the square, and there

the execution was to occur. Soon were heard the unearthly wailings of

Dead March in Saul, played by a brass band. Behind the band were two

coffins in a hearse, draped in black. Following these walked the

condemned men, surrounded by guards with fixed bayonets. The firing

party brought up the rear of the procession. They marched slowly around

the three sides of the square between the silent ranks, finally reaching

the graves and upon the edge of each was set its respective coffin. The

two men were marched up beside the coffins, and who can imagine their

feelings as they thus looked down into their deep, cold graves, where

they were to lie a few moments later, until the trump of God should

resurrect their dishonored dust to stand before his dread tribunal! One

would have thought that under these awful circumstances they surely

would have cried to God for mercy! One of them did; and kneeling near

his coffin the poor wretch received the last rites of the church of

Rome. But the other scornfully refused the consolations of religion in

any form, and cried out a few moments later, as he sat blindfolded upon

his coffin and heard the ominous clicking of the cocking of the muskets

that he knew were aimed at him, 'Boys, take me there!' Accompanying

these words he tore open the bosom of his shirt, exposed his bare

breast, and a moment later each fell upon his face to the ground--a

corpse! Thus ended the most tragical event I ever witnessed.



"And so the weary siege dragged on. We made a night descent upon the

enemy in boats. They were encamped upon the river a few miles below

Chattanooga, where they effectually cut off our communications with

Bridgeport. We attacked them in the blackness of a very dark night, and

completely routed them. This opened up communications with our base of

supplies, and our rations were greatly increased from that time on.



"On the morning of November 23d, a little before noon, the 3d division

of the 4th Army corps, the one to which I belonged, was ordered into the

open plain that lay between us and Missionary Ridge. Here we deployed

into line of battle. Sheridan's division followed and formed on our

right. The eleventh corps, commanded by General O.O. Howard, massed in

the rear. Then followed the 3d division of the 14th corps, General Baird

in command, while the 1st division of the same corps, under General

Johnston, stood at arms in the rear of the center in the intrenchments.



"From their aerie upon the surrounding hills the Confederates

complacently viewed the magnificent pageant, mistaking it for a grand

review. So secure were they in their apparently impregnable positions

that we carried Orchard Knob and captured nearly the whole picket line

before they realized that we were not dress parading. And so, under the

immediate eye of General Grant, who stood upon Fort Wood, a very

commanding position, from which he could see every man of us, we carried

two miles of the enemy's first line of defense. Probably a more

inspiring sight was never seen by mortal eye. Upon us were the eyes of a

whole city, many of our own comrades, and tens of thousands of brave and

vigilant enemies.



"So we rested upon Orchard Knob that night, having taken thus the

initiative in the great battle of Missionary Ridge and Lookout Mountain.

That night was a busy one all along the lines of both armies. Mystic

signs were written upon the skies all night by the signal corps of each

army. Hooker upon the right was preparing to assault Lookout Mt. We of

the center spent the night strengthening our line of breastworks upon

Orchard Knob. Sherman, on the left, succeeded in crossing the Tennessee

River before morning in small boats with two divisions of his army, the

remaining two divisions crossing early in the day upon a hastily

constructed bridge.



"And the Confederates were equally active. All night long their signal

torches were working upon the mountain and hilltops. The Southern

commander, General Bragg, evidently considered Lookout Mountain

impregnable, and withdrew many troops from that point, concentrating

them upon his extreme right, in anticipation of Sherman's attack.



"Lookout was enveloped in dense fog the first part of the following day,

which enabled Hooker to dispose of his troops from that point as he

desired, preparatory for attack, with little or no opposition. At eleven

o'clock the fog began to lift, the attack commenced, and to us below was

unveiled one of the grandest, most soul-stirring exhibition of courage

and love of country ever witnessed! Thousands of blue-coated boys

pressed their way up the steep slopes of this mighty mountain, in spite

of the desperate resistance of a foe well worthy of their steel. Well

might we below raise a great shout of exultation and sympathy. The guns

of Wood and adjacent forts thundered out salvos of praise and

encouragement. On they went, step by step, until far into the night, and

achieved that victory that immortalized every man of them. The following

morning we beheld 'Old Glory' proudly waving from the great barren rock,

Point Lookout, and it seemed as if we should burst the very skies with

the shout that went up from thousands of loyal throats.



"While Hooker and his boys were thus making one of the most glorious

pages of history, Sherman had completed preparations for an assault upon

Bragg's right wing. Nearly all day on the 25th, the third day of the

battle, Sherman vainly endeavored to turn the enemy's right flank. They

were strongly entrenched, and hurled the Union forces down the slopes of

Missionary Ridge time after time, though the assaults were made with the

utmost courage and determination. Grant, Thomas, and Sheridan, from

Orchard Knob, watched these desperate efforts upon the part of Sherman.

He was sent all the reenforcements that could operate, and Baird's

division was returned because there was not room for them to

participate.



"All day long we of the center of this great battle line had stood at

arms, watching the grand spectacular movements of the two wings,

expecting momentarily to be ordered forward. The sun was getting well

down the western slope when we received the signal from Fort Wood to

charge the lower line of works at the foot of Missionary Ridge. This we

did easily, but the cross-fire from the second line midway up the Ridge

was so galling that the position was untenable. One of two things must

be done: retreat or carry the Ridge. The first alternative I do not

think occurred to anyone, for they leaped the breastworks, and in spite

of the enemy's utmost endeavors and natural obstructions, the second

line in a few moments was ours. But not a moment did they stop, and in

an incredibly short time the Ridge was carried, the captured artillery

wheeled about and was pouring shot and shell into the fleeing ranks of

the enemy!



"As the visitor now stands and contemplates the acclivities, and

considers what it meant to charge such a foe so well fortified, if he be

a Bible student, he will be reminded of the case of the Edomites. They

were the direct descendants of Esau, and inhabited Mount Seir. This

mount is an immense pile of rock in the southern part of Palestine. Here

the Edomites dug out their homes in the solid rock, and so fortified

themselves that they were the Gibraltar of ancient times. From these

mountain fastnesses they made predatory incursions upon their neighbors,

and for ages easily repelled all efforts at reprisal. And so they came

intolerably insolent, and feared neither God nor man. But one day

Jeremiah prophesied of them: 'Thy terribleness hath deceived thee, and

the pride of thine heart, O thou that dwellest in the cleft of the rock,

and holdest the height of the hill! Though thou shouldst make thy nest

as high as the eagle, I will bring thee down from thence, saith the

Lord.'



"He is but an indifferent reader of history who does not see the hand of

Almighty God displayed upon the side of Liberty and Union throughout all

this tremendous war. Even so great a man as W.E. Gladstone, the 'Grand

Old Man' of England, said that the eighteen millions of the North could

not subdue the eleven millions of the South. But he did not know that

the edict had gone forth from the court of Heaven that these who

arrogantly held the height of the hill must come down from thence. And

so we fought and won this grandest battle of the war--and perhaps of the

world."



Here the Doctor paused and looked around upon his audience. He had

worked himself into a fine glow as these splendid reminiscences passed

before his mind. To his horror he found his hearers fast asleep, except

the Professor, and his eyes were winking and blinking suspiciously.



"Well, if you are not an interested lot of fellows!" cried Dr. Jones.



Fred roused at this juncture and said:



"Go on, Doctor. That is the most thrilling story I ever heard."



"Do you really think so?" asked the Doctor very sarcastically.



"O yes! Doctor, I assure you that I heard every word of it."



"And what was I just talking about?"



"Um--ah--O yes, I remember. It was where the two deserters were sitting

on their coffins and were just about to be shot. I want to hear that

out," and Fred looked the picture of anxiety and interestedness.



"Do you, though!" snorted Dr. Jones. "If I served you right, I would

drop you through the manhole, just to wake you up."



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