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FORT MITCHELL, NEAR COVINGTON, KENTUCKY, COVERING
THE LEXINGTON TURNPIKE.—[SKETCHED BY MR. H. MOSLER.]
OUR ARMY AT CINCINNATI.
page 609 we give a view of the
city of CINCINNATI, the Queen City of the West, which has been menaced by the
rebels under Kirby Smith; on the same page a picture of OUR TROOPS CROSSING TO
COVINGTON, KENTUCKY, over a pontoon bridge which was made by the citizens of
Cincinnati in a single day; and on this page a view of FORT MITCHELL, the work
erected to protect the pike from Covington to Lexington; and a picture of the
PONTOON BRIDGE thrown over Kentucky Creek.
At the time we write Kirby Smith
and the rebels he leads are reported to have fallen back to a place called
Florence; whether with a view to "skedaddle" back to rebeldom or to entice our
troops out of their fortifications remains to be seen. A correspondent, writing
from Cincinnati, says:
The country volunteers, with
their squirrel rifles, are again pouring in for the defense of Cincinnati from
all parts of the country, and in a day or two there will be thousands of them
here ready for any kind of work. They will, no doubt, be kept in the city until
organized and drilled; for they will answer as well for city guards as the more
experienced men, who are now all wanted in the front. From my window I can look
upon the hills on which the enemy's pickets now are, and which are about the
centre of our position. To the right and left the hills are higher, or else I
might view the entire battle-ground as I write an account of it. A good locality
I possess to view and describe a fight, but an uncomfortable one, you will say,
if the enemy possess guns of very long range, which I hear they have.
Covington to-day presented a most
dilapidated appearance; but few of the inhabitants were visible, stores all
closed, and the streets were occupied entirely by troops moving or vehicles
attached to the army. The buildings looked as if erected in the year One, and,
in my judgment,
the country would suffer but
little loss were Covington wiped out. Newport, on the east side of the Licking
River, is but little, if any, better; and both only serve to obtruct what would
be, were they away, a most beautiful landscape.
Another letter-writer to the
Herald thus speaks of the volunteers at Cincinnati:
Major-Generals Wright and
Wallace rode over and reviewed the troops in Covington yesterday afternoon. The
display was very fine, and probably satisfactory. The boys were in splendid
spirits, and are chock-full of fight and confidence. Much enthusiasm greeted the
Generals every where, and the Indianians were almost wild over Lew Wallace,
their confidence in his ability and courage being unlimited, and may stand in
good stead in the approaching contest. Let all men say what they will about
green regiments and raw recruits; let them cry them down as much as they choose,
as many newspapers and newspaper correspondents are now doing; let them iterate
and reiterate that the vast body of volunteers now congregated in and around
Covington are only fit subjects to be gobbled up by Kirby Smith's veteran
soldiers; that they will only be a breakfast-spell or a light evening's repast
for the well-drilled rebels—no such fears or childish forebodings enter my mind.
Green men and raw recruits will fight. I have seen them do it; and a body of
troops of finer material, both physical and mental, than the army now massed at
Covington, never was seen, or known, or heard of. If Kirby Smith takes them for
a breakfast-spell it will be the bloodiest breakfast-spell on record, and few of
his men will want any dinner. If for an evening's repast, many of them will find
the meal any thing but of easy digestion. I have no thought that our brave
fellows will skedaddle; but on the contrary, from what I have seen, that they
will stand up nobly to their work and beat back the rebel hordes with a
determination that shall make a repulse a defeat. The men are all sound and
right, and will do all that is expected of them, and more too, if their officers
keep cool and act with judgement.
Speaking of Fort Mitchell, a
correspondent writes: "Fort Mitchell is on an eminence commanding
the Lexington pike. In front of
it there is an extended plain, broken only by a few trees and one or two very
nice-looking houses. At a distance of not more than a mile from the fort is a
line of dense woods, and in these woods are the enemy's pickets, our own being
not more than a quarter of a mile this side of them. Our fellows, without the
aid of a glass even, could be seen in different positions, some in a fence
corner, others behind a tree, and a few crawling stealthily along on all fours,
watching a chance. The country around Fort Mitchell is very beautiful."
NOT IN VAIN.
Lo! when flames of war outleaping,
Set our native land ablaze,
Men from every town came
Choking up the great highways.
Footfalls like the sands of ocean
Sounded from the martial throng;
Stubborn as the sea in motion
Flowed the steady tide along.
Thick and fast the horrid
slaughter Gleaned the ranks of men,
Flowed the heroes' blood like
Surging to the charge again.
Sabre-stroke and musket-rattle
Raged their serried ranks among,
Till loud above the din of battle
The welcome cry of Victory! rung
Tell me, was it useless dying?
Ye who stay behind and sneer.
Think ye Freedom's hope is lying
Stark among the dead men dear?
No! the sacred blood which flows
Like a river from their veins,
Redder than the flame which
Sadness on Virginia's plains,
Shall that gloomy land restore
Unto Freedom's cause again.
Back in its scabbard thrust the
No patriot's blood is shed in
From the fields which blackened
By the enemy's bivouac fire,
Rescued from the toils of war
Shall arise the chapel's spire.
Justice shall assert her cause
Unabashed by sword or threat,
And freemen institute their laws
By voice, and not by bayonet.
Storms may burst and tempests
O'er the loved land to-day,
Liberty's sun, with mighty power,
Soon shall chase that gloom away.
Yes! prophetic voices crying
In the wilderness to-day,
Tell me that our dead and dying
Have not thrown their lives away.
PONTOON BRIDGE OVER LICKING CREEK, NEAR COVINGTON,
KENTUCKY.—[SKETCHED BY MR. H. MOSLER.]