"This is all that I remember: the last time the Lighter came, And the lights had all been lowered, and the noises much the same, He had not been gone five minutes before something called my name: ORDERLY SERGeant-Robert BURTON!'-just that way it called my name. "And I wondered who could call me so distinctly and so slow, Knew it couldn't be the Lighter; he could not have spoken so; And I tried to answer, 'Here, sir!' but I couldn't make it go; For I couldn't move a muscle, and I couldn't make it go. "Then I thought: It's all a nightmare, all a humbug and a bore; Just another foolish grape-vine-and it won't come any more; But it came, sir, notwithstanding, just the same way as be fore: 'ORDERLY SERGEANT ROBERT BURTON!'-even plainer than before. "That is all that I remember, till a sudden burst of light, And I stood beside the river, where we stood that Sunday night, Waiting to be ferried over to the dark bluffs opposite, When the river was perdition and all hell was opposite!— "And the same old palpitation came again in all its power, And I heard a Bugle sounding, as from some celestial Tower; And the same mysterious voice said: 'IT IS THE ELEVENTH HOUR! ORDERLY SERGEANT!-ROBERT BURTON-IT IS THE ELEVENTH HOUR!' e Old Sergeant 3137 y is this?" "It is Wednesday night, be New Year's and a right good time ustin?" "Nearly Twelve." "Then happened-all this-not an hour ago! e gunboats opened on the dark re micircled his last guns upon the coast; vo log-houses, just the same, or else sport came and took me over-or its before me, all deserted, far and wide; fell on Prentiss-there McClernand a Sherman rallied, and where Hurlallace charged them, and kept charg Wallace showed them he was of the elson thundered, and where Rousseau n to breakfast, and we all began to rape-shot took me, just as we began >w and silence over everything was lue mantle and the old hat on my n doubted, to this moment, I was is silent as the snow upon the dead! "Death and silence!-Death and silence! all around me as I sped! And behold, a mighty Tower, as if builded to the dead, "Round and mighty-based it towered up into the infiniteAnd I knew no mortal mason could have built a shaft so bright; For it shone like solid sunshine; and a winding stair of light Wound around it and around it till it wound clear out of sight! "And, behold, as I approached it—with a rapt and dazzled stare, Thinking that I saw old comrades just ascending the great Stair, Suddenly the solemn challenge broke of, Halt! and who goes there?' 'I'm a friend,' I said, 'if you are.' "Then advance, sir, to the Stair!' "I advanced! That sentry, Doctor, was Elijah Ballantyne! First of all to fall on Monday, after we had formed the line! Welcome, my old Sergeant, welcome! Welcome by that countersign!' And he pointed to the scar there, under this old cloak of mine. "As he grasped my hand, I shuddered, thinking only of the grave; But he smiled and pointed upward with a bright and bloodless glaive: 'That's the way, sir, to Headquarters.' 'What Headquar ters?' 'Of the Brave.' 'But the great Tower?' 'That was builded of the great deeds of the Brave!' so of the Prairie Belle 3139 me came o'er me at his uniform of light; d tattered, and at his so new and bright; have forgotten the New Uniform to must be here at just twelve o'clock to I remember, you were sitting there, and car a footstep? Hark!-God bless you ve my musket and my knapsack, when n that's coming, he won't get here till .. See! it opens!" ... "Father! once more!" bed the old gray Sergeant. And he lay ore! Byron Forceythe Willson [1837-1867] SO OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE I can't tell whar he lives, he don't live, you see; he's got out of the habit like you and me. e you been for the last three year bu haven't heard folks tell ny Bludso passed in his checks ht of the Prairie Belle? t no saint,—them engineers fetty much alike, in Natchez-under-the-Hill other one here, in Pike; A keerless man in his talk, was Jim, I reckon he never knowed how. And this was all the religion he had, To treat his engine well; Never be passed on the river; To mind the pilot's bell; And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank All boats has their day on the Mississip, The Movastar was a better boat, But the Belle she wouldn't be passed. With a nigger squat on her safety-valve, The fire bust out as she clared the bar, And quick as a flash she turned, and made For that willer-bank on the right. There was runnin' and cursin', but Jim yelled out, Over all the infernal roar, "I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last galoot's ashore." Through the hot, black breath of the burnin' boat And they all had trust in his cussedness, In the smoke of the Prairie Belle. He weren't no saint, but at jedgment |