The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-09-27

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but strong in its very tone: "a ri -ss- - s.,
"Forwarts brudrenn' -. .s.-.
He beheld the division Of Sullivan retreat
ing from the field, be saw the British yonder,
stripping their coats from their backs in the
madness of pursuit, He looked to the south
for Washington, who with reserve under
Green, was hurrying to the rescue, but the
American chief was invisible, , Then Pu-
laski was convulsed with maddening rage,
:. He. rode furiously upon, the bayonets Of
the pursuing English, his sword gathering
victim after victim; even in front of the
whole. army he flung his steed across the path
of the retreating Americans, he besought
them in broken English to turn, to make
one more effort-he shouted in hoarse tones
that the day was not lost yet -..,. 30
They did not understand his words, but
the tones in which they were spoken thrilled
their blood, leaning over the neck of his
steed, while his eyes seemed turned to fire,
and the muscles of his bronzed face writhed
like serpents-that picture filed many an
arm for the fight again. ,,,-.t.t ..,,.
Those retreating men turned, faced the
enemy--like grey hounds at bay, before the
wolf, they sprung upon the necks of the foe,
and bore them down by one desperate
charge. "a II sg.~'...
Itwas at this glorious moment that Wash
ingtcn came rushing down once more upon
the field of battle. " .'... ...'t.' .t''
r.. Those people knew but little ofthe Amer
ican General, who calling him the American
Fubins -thatis, general compound Of pru-
dence and cautious, with but a spark of en-
terprise, American Fabns! When you
will show me that the Roman Fabins had
heart Of fire, nerves Of steel, soul that hun
gered for the charge, an enterprise that
rushed from the wilds like the Shippach, up.
on all armies like the British of fGermantown
or started from the ice and snow like that
which lay across the Delaware upon hordes
like the Hessians, at Trenton-then will
lower Washington down into Fabins. This
comparison of our heroes with barbarians Of
Rome, only illustrates the poverty of the
mind that makes it. ',' ~ .'."'.
Compare Brutus, the assassin of his
friend with Washington, the savior of the
people! Cicero the opponent of Cataline,
with Henry, the Champion of continent!
What beggary the thought. Let US learn
to, be a little pendent-to know our
great men as they were-not by comparison
with the barbarian heroes of old Rome.
Let US learn to understand that Washing
ton was not great negative thing-but all
pure chivalry and genins. ..r..
1t was in this battle of Brandywine that
this truth was made plain, He came rushing
or to battle. He beheId his men hewn down
by the British; he heard them shrek his
nan,e, and regardless of his personal safety
he rushed to join them.
Yes, it was in the dread havoc Of that re-
treat, Washington, rushing forward into the
very centre of the melee, was entangled in
the enemy's troops, on the top of high hill,
southwest of the meeting house, while Pu-
laski was fast sweeping on with his grim,
wan smile, eager to take one more bout with
the red-coats.
Washington was in terrible danger-his
troops came sweeping up the hill, and
around him, while Pulaski on a hill some
hundred yards distant, was scattering part
ing blessing among the hords of Hanover.
It was a most glorious prize, this "Mr."
Washington surrounded-andi in the heart OF
the British army. .a s" ''
Suddenly the Polander turneI.a His eye
caught the sight Of the iron grey and his rid
er. !, He turned to his troops, his lips wreatS-
ed with grim smile, he waved his sword,
he pointed with it to the iron grey and his
rider. a...-aa rsg.4 sy..'.. atr
There was but moment With one i'm
pulse that iron band wheeled their horses
and then dark body, solid and compact, was
speeding over the valley. Like thunder
bolt from the sky, three hundred swords
glittering in the faint glimpse Of sunlight; in
front Of the avalanche, with his form rails
ed to its full height, dark frown on his
brow, a fierce smileon his lips, rode Pulaski.
Like a spirit reused into life by thunder
bolt, he rode, his eyes fixed on the iron grey
and his rider, his band had but one look, one
shout for Washington. ~ 81 -. - 3
u The British troops had surrounded the
American leader; already they felt secure oi
their prey; already the head of the traitor
Washington seemed to- yawn above the
gates of London. ,ryt aa suigcM 90
But the trembling of the earth. in the val
ley, yonder; what does, it mean! 5a1ze 13r
| The terrible beating of hoofs; what does
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That ominous silence; and now thatshout
not of names, but that half yell, half hurrah
With shrieks from the iron men as they seen
afar off their prey. What does it all mean
Pulaski! Pulaski! is. .on our track!' Thu
terror ofthe entire British army is close up
on our wake! p5'aA''''sst 's''" '''"
And on came he and his gallant band. 4
moment and he swept over the, British
crushed, mangled, dead and dying, they ystrey
the green sod; he had passed over the hill
bhe had passed Washington !7.'l ~ -.
'1aa mother moment and the iron band ha