Produced by Stephanie Eason and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) BUGLE BLASTS, READ BEFORE THE OHIO COMMANDERY OF THE MILITARY ORDER OF THE Loyal Legion of the United States, BY COMPANION WILLIAM E. CRANE, Late Captain 4th O. V. C. and A. A. Adjt.-Gen. NOVEMBER 5, 1884. CINCINNATI: PETER G. THOMSON, 1884. BUGLE BLASTS. To one who occupied a very small space in the War of the Rebellion--one who filled but a modest position among those who sought to protect the Nation's honor and life--it is a matter of difficulty, if not hazard, to attempt to enlighten, or even entertain, such a body as that to whom this paper is addressed. Certainly no attempt will be made, in this case, to _enlighten_. If any thing new is furnished that shall also prove interesting, the end will be subserved. There are those among us, members of Ohio Commandery, who contributed largely to the grandeur, the magnificence, the glory of that army of the Union from which this Order sprang. There are those among us who _made_ pages, aye, chapters, of history where great deeds are emphasized in blood; deeds that "throbbed the Nation's heart." And this history is not for a day; not for our time alone. It will go on down the ages to be read by grand-children and their grand-children, who will point with pride to the illustrious achievements and say: "These were my ancestors who fought in that great war and did these glorious things!" What richer legacy can you hand down? This is _fame_! This is _glory_! And do not these come of honest ambition? But there are incidents, episodes, deeds that come under the observation only of the few--sometimes of the individual--which, little in themselves and seemingly inconsequential, help to make up the grand story. It is an old, old story now, but the story has become history. A full and true history of the late war has never been written--never will be. But little links can be picked up--even as we pick up battered bullets on old battle-fields--and these may be welded together to make a completer chain. And this is, perhaps, our duty, the duty of those who are permitted to enjoy the present. Let us also make it a pleasure. I call this paper "Bugle Blasts" simply because that seems as appropriate as anything. It refers to some incidents and experiences in the cavalry; exciting and sometimes thrilling to those engaged, if not interesting to him who hears the tale told.