The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1847-01-15

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psraie charge.
1t wasat this homaht that Washington
came cushing Oh once more to The battle.
Those people knsv but little ofthe Amer.
lean General who call him the American
FAnfus, that is, general compounded .oi
prudence und caution, with but spark ol
enterprze. American Fabiug! When you
will show mo that ,hS Roman Fabius had a
heart Of fro, nerves, Of steel, soul that
hungerea for the charge, an entsfprze thai
rushed from wilds like the Skippack upon an
army, like the British at Germantown, or
started from ice and snow, like that which
lay across the Delaware, upon hordes like
those Of the Nossians al Trenton--ihen I
will lower Washington down into Fabius.
This comparison oi our heroes, with the bar-
barian demi-gods of Rome, only illustrates
the poverty Of the mind that makes il. q
Compare Brutus, the assessor Of his friend,
with Washington, the Saviour of the People :
Cicero, the opponent OF Catalins. with Hen.
ry, the Champion Of a Continent! What
beggary Of thought Let Us learn to be a
little independent, 10 know our great men, as
they we're, not by comparison with the bar
barian heroes Of old Rome.
Let US learn that Washington was no ne
gd'ips thing, but all chvslry and genius.
1t was in the battle Of Brsndywino that
this truth was made plain. He came rush
ing on TO battle. He beheld his men hewn
down BY the British; ho heard them shrek
his name, and regardless Of his personal
..catv b. x.,.ha ~ ,<,;u ,hnr g ~ :
Yes, il was in the dread havoc Of that re-
treat that Washington, rushing forward into
the very centre Of the melee, was entanglsd
in the enemy's troops, on the top of high
hill, southwest Of tho Meeting House, while
Pulaski was sweeping on with his grim smile,
to have one mors bout with the eager red
coats.
Washington was in terrible danger--hs
troops we're rushing 10 the south--the Brit
ish troopers same sweeping up the hill and
around him-while Pulaski, on hill some
hundred yards distant, was scattering part
ing blessing among the hordes Of Hanover.
It was glorious prize, this Mister Wash
ingtsn, in the heart Of the British army.
Suddenly the Po!aader turnsd--his eye
caught The sight Of the iron grey and his
rider. He turned to bis troopers; his whisk-
cred lip wrea,hed with grim smle--hs
waved his swora--he pointed to the iron
grey and its rider.
There was but one moment:
With one impulse that iron band wheeled
their war horses. and then a. dark body,
solid aud compact, was speeding over the
valley like thundcrboli, sped from the
heavsns---thres hundred swords rose glitter
ing in a faint glimpse of sunligh--and in
front of the avalanche, with his form raised
to its full height, dark frown on his brow,
fierce smile on his lip, rode Pulaski. Like
"a spirit reused into life, by the ihunderbolt,
he rods-his eyes were fixed upon the iron
grey and its rider-his band had but one
look, one will, one shout for-WAsHINcToN!
The British troops had encircled the Amer
lean leader--alrsady they fel, secure OF their
prey--already the head Of that traitor, WASH
ing,on, seemed 10 yawn above the gates OF
London.
But that trembling Of tho aerth in the val
ley, yonder Wha, means il?
That terrible beating Of hoofs, what does
il porend9
That ominous silc cc-and now that
shout--not Of words or Of names, but that
half yell, half hurrah, which shrieks from tho
Iron Men, as they scest their preyf What
means il all?
Pulaski is on our track! The terror oftbe
British army sin our wakei
And on he scsme--he and his gallant
band. A monent and he had swept over
the Btitisbers- s--crushed ed--msngled, dead and
dying they strewed the green sod--he had
passed over the hill, he had passed the form
Of Washington.
Another momen,! I, And the iron band had
wheeled back in the same career Of death
they came! Routed, defeated, crushed. the
red coats fee from the hill, while The iron
band sweep round the form Of George WASH
ngton--they encircle him with theii forms
Of oak, their swords Of steel--the shout Of
his name shrieks through tho air, and away
10 the American hos, they Bear him in all
soldiers battle Joy, sx
It was at Savannah that night came down
upon Pulaski.
Yes, soc him now, under the gloom of
night, riding forward towards yonder ram.
parts, his black stesd rtaling, alofi, while
two hundred Of his own men follow at his
back,
Right on, nsither looking tosrights left,
hc rides, his eye Fixed upon the cannon Of
the British, his sword cleaning over his
head. .