The Arkansas banner., 1845-01-29

iN'SHN'Nft Do we attack ?n
 I've doio exclaimed the men with one voice, cheerlully and decidedly.
 In the most perfect stiffness, we arrived within two hundred paces of the enemy's camp. The rereiHc of the sleeping Mexl- cans was the discharge of our two field pie ccs loaded with canister. Rushing within twenty-five paces of the intrenchment, we gave them deadly voley from our rifles and then throwing away the latter, bounded up the breastworks, a pistol in each hand The Mexicans, scared and supplied by this sudden attack, were running about in the widest con- fusion, seeking their arms, and not knowing which way to turn. After firing our pistols, we threw them away as we had our rifles, and drawing our bowie-knives, fell, with d shout, upon the masses of the terrified foe.- It was more like the boarding of a ship than any land fight had ever seen or imagined.
 My station was on the right of the line, where the breastwork, ending in a redeubt, was steep and high. l made two attempts to climb up, but both times slipped back On the third trial l nearly gained the sum- init but was again slipping down when a hand seized me by the collar and pulled me upon the bank. In the darkness and coniu sion did not distinguish the face of the man who rendered me this assistance. l only saw the glitter of bayonet which a Mexican thrust into his shoulder, at the very moment he was helying me up. He neither finch l nor let go his hold of me till was fairly on my feet then, turning slowly round, he le- yelled pistol at the soldier, who that mo- ment was struck down by the Meade.
 ssNo thanks to ye, squire p exclaimed the man in voice which made me start, even at that moment of excitement and bustle.- 1 looked at the speaker, but could only sec his back, for he had already plunged into the thick of the fight, and was engaged with a party of Mexicans who defended themselves desperately. He fought like a man more an- xious to be killed than to kill, striking right and left, but never guarding blow, though the Alcade who was by his side, warded of several which.were aimed for him
 By this time my men had scrambled up after me. l looked round to see where our help was most wanted, and was about to lead them forward when heard the voice of the Alcade.
 seAre yon badly hurt, Bob; ," said he in an anxious tone.
 glanced at the spot whence the voice came. There lay Bob Rock, covered with blood, and apparently insensibe The AL eade was supporting his head on his arm.- Before had time to give a second look l was hurried forward with the rest toward the centre of the camp, where the fight was at the hottest.
 About five hundred men, the pick of the Mexican army, had collected round knot of staff officers, and were making more | gallant defence General Houston had at lacked them with three hundred of our peo- pie, but had not been able to break their ranks. His charge, however, had shaken them little, and before they had1ime to re- cover from it, l came up. Giving wild hurrah, my men fired their pistols, hurled them at their enemles' heads, and then spring ing over the carcasses of the fallen, dashed like thunderboIt into the broken ranks of the Mexicans.
 A frghtful butchery ensued. Our men, who were for the most part, and at most times, peaceable and humane in disposition, seemed converted into perfect fiends. Whole ranks of the enemy fell under their knives. Some idea may be formed of the horrible slaughter from the fact, that the fight from beginning to end, did not last above ten mi- nutes, and in that time nearly eight hundred Mexcans were shot or cut down. ssN quar- ter p was the cry of the infuriaied assail- ants ssRemember Alamo. Remember Coli ad Think of Tanning Ward ID The Mex jeans threw themselves on their knees, inn ploring mercy. ''.HiSerjcordia Caariel, porel amor de Dios p shrieked they in heart rendng tones; but their supplications were not listened to, and every man of them would inevitably have been butchered, had not Ge- neral Houston and the officers dashed in be- tween the victos and the vanquished, and with the greatest difficulty, and by threats of cutting down our men if they did not desst put an end to this scene of bloodshed, and saved the Texan character from the stain of unmanly cruelty.
 When all was over, hurried back to the place where had left the Alcade with Bob. Il The latter lay bleeding from six wounds, only few paces from where he helped me up the breastwork The body of two dead Mexcans served him for pillow. The AL cade was kneeling by his side, gazing sadly and earnestly into the face of the dying man
 For Bob was dying but 1t was no longer the death of despairing murderer. The expression of his features was calm and composed, and his eyes were raised to hea- yen with look of hope and application.
 stopped down and asked him how he felt himself, but he made no answer, and ev- idently did not recolect After a minute or two,
 Sliow goes it with the fightr' he asked in broken voice.
 "We have conquered, Bob. The enemy killed and taken. No, man escaped
 He paused little and then spoke again;
 ..IIaye done my duty' May hope to be forgiveuin
 The Alcade answered him in an agIiated voice:
 ..Ile whe forgavc the sinner on the cross, Ii will doubtless be mercilu te you, Bob. = I His holy book says There x more joy over one sinner tha, repsn,eih than over ninety and pinr inst men. Be of good cheer, Bubg