The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-04-26

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dark eyes. with lip darkened BY thick
mustaehe, his throat and chin we're covered
with a heavy beard. while his tair fell in ra.
ven masses from beneath his troopers cap.
shielded with aridge Of glittering steel. His
hair and beard were Of the same hue.
The sword that hung by his side, fashioned
Of tempered steel. with hlt . iron, was one
that warrior alone could lift.
IL was in this array he rode to battle fol-
lowed by a band Of three hund red men. whose
faces. burned with the scorchi NC Of tropical
sun, or hardened by northern SHOWS. bore the
sears of many battles They were mostly
Europeans. some Germans. some Polanders.
some deserters from the Br itish army. To
be taken by the British wou Ia be death-and
on the gibbet: therefore they fought their
best, and fought to the last gasp rather than
mutter a word about "qulrter"
When they charged II was as one man.
their three hundred swor ds flashing over their
heads against the clouds Of battle. They
came down upon the enc nv in terrible silence,
without a word spoken, not even whisper.
You could hear the tramp Of their steeds, you
could hear the rattling Of their scabbards, but
that was all
When they closed with the British, you
could hear a noise like that Of thousand
hammers beating the hot iron on the anvil
You could see Pulas ki himself, riding yondcr
in bis white uniform. his black steed rearing
aloft, as turning his head over his shoulder he
spoke to his men--" F0rlcards, 6rudren /,
Jorlrards p
II was but broke German, yet they UNDER
stood it. those three hundred men Of sunburnt
faces, wounds and gashes. With one burst
they crashed upon the enemy. For a few
moments then the ground was covered with
dead, while the living enemy scattered in panic
before their path.
It was on this battle day Of Brandywine,
that the Count was in his glory be under
stood but little English. so that he spoke what
he bad to say with the edge Of his sword. Il
was a severe Lexicon. but the British learned
to read it, and to know it. and to fearit. All
over the field from yonder Quarter Meeting
House, away to the top of Osburn's Hill, the
soldiers of the enemy saw Pulaski come, and
learned to know bis rlame By heart.
That white uniform, that bronzed visagc,
that black horse, with burning eyes and quiv-
ering nostrils. they knew the warrior well -
they trembled when they heard him say
Forwards, brrIdren forwards"
IL was in the retreat Of Brandywine the
Polander was most terrible Il was when the
men Of SulliYgl-badly armed poorly fed,
shabbily clad-gave way step by step before
the overwhelming discipline Of the British
host, that Pulaski looked like battle hend
mounted on his demon steed.
His cap had fallen from his brow. His
bare head shoue in an occasional sunbeam, or
grew crimson with a fash from cannon or
rife. His white uniform was rent aud stain
ed, in fact, from head to foot he was covered
with dust and blood.
Still his richt'arm was free-still It rose
there, executing a British hireling when il
fall-still his voice was heard, hOarse and
husky, but strong 10 its every tone" For
wards, brudrcn -
He behed the division Of Sullivan retreat
inc from the field he saw the British yonder
stripping their coats from their backs, in the
madaess of pursuit. lie looked to The south
Of Washington, who, with the reserve under
/ Greene, was hur1yiDg TO the rescue, but the
| American Chief was invisible.
Then Pulaski was convulsed with rage.
He rode madly upon the bayonets Of the
pursuing English, his sword gathering victim
after victim even there, IN front OF their
whole army, he flung bis steed across 'he path
oftbe retreating Americans. he besought theG
\ IN broken English to turn, to make one more
effort he shouted in hoarsc terms that the
day was not yet lost
They Gid not understand bis words. but the
tones in which they we're spoken thrilled their
blood.
That picture, too, standing out from the
clouds of battle-a warrior convulsed with
passion, covered with blood, leaning over
them.
Compare Brutus the assassin Of his friend,
wuh Washington, the saviour Of the people
Cicero, the opponent Of Cataliue, with Henry,
tbe champion Of Continent What beg
gary OF thought Let Us learn to be little
independent, to know our great men as they
were, not by comparison with the barbarian
heroes OF old Rome.
let us learn that Washington was no neg
alive thing, but all chiralry and genius.
Itwas in the battle Of Biandywine that this
truth was made plain. He came rushing on
- battlea lie bebeld his men hewn down BY
sbe British he heard them shrek his name.
and regardless ofhis personal safety, he rush
ed TO JOIN them.
Yes, il was 10 the dread haFcc q mat re-
treat hat Washington. rushing forward into
,he very centre of the melees was entangIed
II he enemv's troops, on the top Of high
b;lI' sontb-west Of The Meeting House, while
Pulaski was fast sweeping 90 WIN ms g'''1
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