Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-02-23
EGEGDSuGF THEoREVOLUFI0T.
10 rs by GEORGE LIpPARD. s9ais 10
PULASKI,

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I As!he irode,l charging there. into the
i thickest of the battle, he was, a warrior to
4 look upon but once and never. forget.
! Mounted on a large black horse whose
strength and beauty Of sha peinade YOU
forget the plainness of his caparison, Pu.
laski himseifswith a form six teet in height,
! massive chest and limbs of iron, was attir.
/ ed in white unifarIn, that was seen from
afar, relieved by the black clouds of bar
tie. His face grim with the stilfs of'Po.
land, was the face ofaman who had seen
much trouble, endured much wrong. 1t
was stamped with an expression Of abb
ding melancholy. Bronzed in hue. light
ed by large dark eyes. with the lip dar-
kened by large mus'ache, his throat and
chin were covered with a heavy beard,
while his hair fell in raven masses, from
! beneath his troopers cap, shielded with a
ridge Of glittering steel. His hair and
beard were OF the same hue. u 75Ea
| The sword that hung by his side, fash.
toned of tempered steel, with hilt of iron,.
was one that a warrior alone could lift.
| 1t was in this array he rode to battle,
| followed by a band Of three hundred men.
| whose faces. burnt with the Scorching of
tropical sum- or hardened by northern
SHOWS, hore the scars of many a battle.
They were mostly Europeans; some Ger
mans, some Pofanders, some deserters
| from the British army. These were the
men to fight. To be taken by the British
would be death, and death on the gibbet !;
therefore they fought their best and fought
to the last gasp, rather than mutter word
about Quarter" 81, "s a'.a
! When they'charged it was as one man,
their three hundred swords flashing over
their heads, against the clouds Of battle.
| They came down upon tho enemy in ter
! rible silence, without word spoken, not
even whisper. You could hear the tramp
of their steeds, you could hear the rafting
oftheir scabhards, but that was all.
Yet when they closed with the British,
you could hear a noise, like the echo of a
hundred hammers, beating the hot iron on
the anvil. You could see Pulaski himself,
| riding yonder. in his white uniform, his
black sfeed Fearing aloft, as turning his
head over his shoulder he spoke to his
men:
~"FoRwARTs, BRUDERN, FeRwARTs i"f'
1t was but broken German, yet they
understood it, those three hundred men of
sunburnt faces, wounds and gashes. With
one burst they crashed upon the enemy.
For few moments they used their swords,
and then thecground was covered with the
dead, while the living enemy scattered in
panic before their path. r......
1t was onthis battle day of Brandywine
that the Count was in his glory. He un-
derstood put little English, SO he spake
what no had to say with the edge of his
sword. 1t was a severe Lexicon, but the
British soon learned to read it, and to
know it, and fear it. ALI over the field,
from yonder Quaker meeting house away
to the top Of Osborne's Hill, the soldiers
ofthe enemy saw Pulaski come, and learn
ed to know his name by heart.
That white uniform, that bronzed Wis:
age, that black horse with burning eye
and quivering nostrils, they knew the
warrior well; they trembled when they
heard him say:
"'Forwarts, Brudern, forwarts!"
( 1t was In the retreat of Brandy that
the Polander was most terrible. 1t was
when the men of Sullivan-badiy armed,
poorly fed, stability ciad-gave way, step
by step, before the overwhelming dIsci-
pline ofthe British host, that Pulaski look
ed like battle fend, mounted on his de-
mon steed. ...s es.,..r, q.
His cap had fallen from his brow. His
barred head shone in an occasional sun
ban, or grew crimson with a flash from
the cannon or rife. His white uniform
was rent aud stained; IN fact, from head
to foot, he was covered with dust and
blood.
Still his right arm was free-sti?l it rose
there executing British hireling, when
ii fell-=stilhhis voice was heard. hoarse
and husky. hut strong in its every tome
I.Forwarts, Brudern!" .l.
| He beheld the division of Sullivan re-
treating from the field he saw the Brit
ish yohder, stripping their coats from their
backs in the madness Of pursuit. He
looked to the South, for Washington, who.
with the reserve, under Greene. was hur-
rying to the rescue, but the American
Chief was was not in view. g
Then Pulaski was cOnvulsed with rage.
81 He rode, rapidly upon the bayonets of
the pursuing British, his sword gathering
victim after victim, even there, in front Of
their whole army, he flung his steed across
the path Of the refreshing Americans, he
besought them in his broken English; to
turn, TO make one more effort; he shout
ed an his hoarse tones that the day was
not yst lostl sarasa a.fs. staa
They did not understand his words, but
the tones in which he spoke thrilled their
blood. lsas e'ssl 1kq b. re ni ssll
That picture, TOO. standing outfrom the