THE FATEFUL FIELD
No picture has ever been painted to equal
this panorama of the very center of the ground over which surged the struggling
troops 'mid shot and shell during the thickest of the fighting at Gettysburg.
The camera was planted on Little Round Top, and through its eye we look
northward over the valley toward and beyond the little town of Gettysburg.
Across the plain in the middle distance, over the Federal breastworks near the
crest, and up to the very muzzles of the guns on Cemetery Ridge which were
belching forth grape and canister, swept the men in gray under General Pickett
in the last brave but unsuccessful assault that left Meade in possession of the
field on Independence Day, 1863. The daring gallantry, utter coolness, and grim
determination with which that charge was made have rarely been paralleled in
history. The spirit of complete devotion to the conviction which prompted
Pickett and his men is one of the most precious heritages of a united nation.