The Battle of Stone River.
O, wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North, With your hands and your feet, and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout, send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press that ye tread?
O, evil was the root, and bitter was the fruit, And crimson was the juice of the vintage that we tred;For we trampled on the throng, of the haughty and the strong, Who sat in the high places and slew the saints of God.
They are here--they rush on--we are broken--we are gone-- Our left is borne before them like stubble in the blast.O, Lord, put forth thy might! O, Lord, defend the right!Stand back to back, in God's name! and fight it to the last.
--"Battle of Naseby."/
The celebration of Christmas in the camps around Nashville was abruptly terminated by the reception of orders to march in the morning, with full haversacks and cartridge-boxes.The next day all the roads leading southward became as rivers flowing armed men.
Endless streams of blue, thickly glinted everywhere with bright and ominous steel, wound around the hills, poured over the plains, and spread out into angry lakes wherever a Rebel outpost checked the flow for a few minutes.
Four thousand troopers under the heroic Stanley--the foam-crest on the war-billow--dashed on in advance.Twelve thousand steadily-moving infantry under the luckless McCook, poured down the Franklin turnpike, miles away to the right; twelve thousand more streamed down the Murfreesboro pike on the left, with the banner of the over-weighted Crittenden, while grand old Thomas, he whose trumpets never sounded forth retreat, but always called to victory, moved steadfast as a glacier in the center, with as many more, a sure support and help to those on either hand.
The mighty war-wave rolling up the broad plateau of the Cumberland was fifteen miles wide now.It would be less than a third of that when it gathered itself together for its mortal dash upon the rocks of rebellion at Murfreesboro.
It was Friday morning that the wave began rolling southward.All day Friday, and Saturday, and Sunday, and Monday it rolled steadily onward, sweeping before it the enemy's pickets and outposts as dry sand by an incoming tide.Monday evening the leading divisions stood upon the ridge where Rachel and Fortner had stood, and looked as they did upon the lights of Murfreesboro, two miles away.
"Two days from to-morrow is New Year's," said Kent Edwards."Dear Festival of Egg-Nogg! how sweet are thy memories.I hope the Tennessee hens are doing their duty this Winter, so that we'll have no trouble finding eggs when we get into Murfreesboro to-morrow.""We are likely to be so busy tendering the compliments of the season to Mr.Bragg," said Harry, lightly, "that we will probably have but little time to make calls upon the lady-hens who keep open nests.""We all may be where we'll need lots o' cold water more than anything else," said Abe grimly.
"Well," said Kent blithely, "if I'm to be made a sweet little angel I don't know any day that I would rather have for my promotion to date from.It would have a very proper look to put in the full year here on earth, and start in with the new one in a world of superior attractions.""Well, I declare, if here isn't Dr.Denslow," said Harry, delightedly, as he recognized a horsemna, who rode up to them."How did you come here? We thought you were permanently stationed at the grand hospital.""So I was," replied the Doctor."So I was, at least so far as general orders could do it.But I felt that I could not be away from my boys at this supreme moment, an I am here, though the irregular way in which I detached myself from my post may require explanation at a court-martial.Anyhow, it is a grateful relief to be away from the smell of chloride of lime, and get a breath of fresh air that is not mingled with the groans of a ward-full of sick men.It looks," he continued, with a comprehensive glance at the firmament of Rebel camp-fires that made Murfreesboro seem the center of a ruddy Milky-way, "as if the climax is at last at hand.
