The Democratic Whig. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1842-11-17

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Carlist lines, mounted on superb An
dalusian charger, and amused himself
| by canteriDg TO and fro-not advan-
ICING, however, beyond bis own pick
lets. Suddenly the horse started at
some object on the ground, gave rear
and plunge that nearly aunseaaed his
rider, and then throwing up his head
in the most approved style of star-ga-
zing, started off at a furious rate in the
direction ofthe Christine camp. The
officer tried hard to pull him in, but he
was riding with single fefned bride,
and, as ill-luck would have it, the lea
Their broke. The horse went on at the
same mad pace, his rider keeping his
sea. but unable TO control him, until
within hundred yards of the Christi
no picket, when shot from one of the
sentries brought the uniucly officer to
the ground. The horse instantly stop
ped, aud stood lnotionless and crest
fallen by his master, as though consci-
Gus of and repenting the harm he had
done. Some men went out from the
picket to bring in the animal, and find
ing tine officer quite dead, shallow
grave was dug, land he was buried where
he had fallen.
The burial Twas not long doing, said
one of the Spanish officers, a young
man, and great friend of Victor's.-
"The grave was scarce three feet deep,
and collins being. of course, out Of the
question, they just laid him in the
ground in his shirt, as though he had
been going 10 bed"
"And that was too much cried Vic
tor, when linen is so scarce amoag our
poor fellows. It would be a praise
worthy act to dig the body up and strip
it.''
"Non pas" said Cyrzinski, gravely,
''von bad ting deranger los muertos-
ca porte naGlheur."
"Oh, does it! Monsieur Cyrzinski," "
said the Frenchman, who had spoken
merely in jest, but was reused by the
slight appearance ofopposition. "Eh
bien te dioble m'emporte, il don't do
it, then and, what's more, I'll wear
the Carlist rascal's shirt the next time
we 60 into action. What say you to
that, mon Polonids ?''
| Cyrzinski shook his head, but made
no reply. The Frenchman, who had
been drinking pretty freely, but was
by no means drunk, now filled laIge
tumbler with wine, and took it off at a
| draught.
"Corne along Luis" said he to his
| friend, 81 want you to help me. or ]
shall be al night digging up the carri-
on"
| The young SpSniard hesitated, and
did not seem half To- ika II r.. =
was accustomed TO yield to victor
impetuous character, and they lei'
the room together. We shouted at
Ter them to come back, but they paid
no atten ton TO our call and sup
posing it TO be joke OF Victor's,-
and that he had gone off to pass the
evening in the quarters of some other
Of his comrades, we thought no more
of the matter. The conversation, took
a new turn. Cyrzinski laid aside his
pipe. and, becoming unusually coin
munica,ive, told US one or two strange
| wild stories Of the fate Of persons who
had disturbed the repose of the dead
In his native province, be said, there
was a strong belief that the man who
dug up body always met an untlmely
death and that unless he made expi-
alton by masses and penance, he new
) e. lived to see the anniversary OF the
dav on which the acriligious act had
been committed. L was easy TO per-
) ceive that Cyrzinsli himself was moi
altogether exempt fom beliefin these
, superslitions.
Nearly an hour had elapsed since
; Victor's departure, when there was :
: loud knocking atfhe house-door; ano
i a moment after he Frenchman burs
!. into the room, fllO we'd by his com
Q rade, and Laughing in a tone Of bolste
I, rous. but, it appefed to me- somewna
$ forced gayety. -
lie ave have gotit, cried ne' alls
$ being nearly sholby our own sentries
who took us for 0arlist foragers, De
er lieve." ;,
re "Take that BID ofAHl omen," con
IN tinued Victor. wR, probably from tn
r. eff ct of cool air, Aenied more intoxl
or ca.ed than when he eft the room an
Iy he threw a small bundle at Cyrzlnsk
ur The latter, not thiakingwhat it migl
N, he by natural rnpvemee held out b
nd hand and caught /. AsAe did so,th
M hrndle unrolled fseIf, anil a. shirt |
he hean,;f,,l fine linen, but stined wit
in Hood and earth, dGngled fromNhe han
,ng of the Pole, who lmmeoia11'y4e1
=, drop '!rh;. i 4 verIIbad joke, MousA.
not n :, = s.;d C1zinssi, and | col
s -. sarce;,e The slightest possible spar
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