Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1854-12-26


rom the Rus 'ians, md. with nothing but
a linen shirt and pair Of drawers. have
been wandering about for four nights.
Their limbs are completely swollen with
tho cold, l'hcar she poor wretches ore 10
ba sho, TO day. The smell from the town
OF Sc basopol. as the winl blows from
tho north, is something fearful. The as
ssult may now take place Mt any time.
A SOLDIERS EscApE.--I received n
lance thrust in the stomach from the right,
which fortunately just missed me, but
broke my cap pouch and tore away my
revolver cass. ] also bad saber cut in
the arm, bu, il fell very lightly. as shot
the Russian dragoon through the head
when his arm was raised. The enemys
cavalry was an immense force had We.
~ many hair breadth escapes (thanks to
an oil merriful Providence.) Retiring
was the worst part Of the business J
was nearly the last out Of about twenty.
FIVE, that started together to return, and
when we got out Of the range Of the fire |
could only see nine (; il was most nw.
ful sight. conld have shot with my re.
volver three or four more Russians, but
as they were little detached from their
main body | thought il would be Etile
too much like murder.
Riding orer the Womnded.-Dearm 10th.
er, every time | think Of my poo' COM
radcs it makes my blood run cold, to
think how we had to gallop over the poor
wounded fellows lying on the field Of bat.
tie, with anxious looks for assistance
what sickening scene In one part OF
the battle lost my horse. owing to the
one in front Of me being shot dead, and
my poor horse fell over it, ani | was un.
horsed in getting up my horse took
fright AMI got from me ; but fortunately
for me, saw another that some poor fel.
low OF the Slh Hussars had been killed
from | mounted it in moment, and
was in the rank again. On our return
from the charge got my own horse d.
gain. He had galloped to the camp, and
dear parents, | was as glad when ! saw
him there as if | hal got half the world
given to me. Dear mother, after the bat
tie Of the Alma wrote 10 -. hope
she got the letter.
u
think OF the gailop anl ir1t which yon have
often witnessed in the PheniS-Park when You
desire TO form notion Of genuine boot-h)t.
all mad charge, such as that have con-, OF.
Of-with few lance pyp3S, mn Is soma goli
lace, helmet chain. AMI Blown BIts Ithe
char.er) right ear. From the m IN III. that we
dashed at the enemy, whose POSITION. and 50
forth. You doubtless know as much about a; |
can tell you, knew nothing, bat that | was
im2ellcd By som, irresistible force onward. and
by Some invisible and umperceptio!e influence
t. crush every obstacle which stumbled before
my gooi sword and brave old charger. new
{. IN my life e.pc.!cncei sach a sab. Il! sen
sat,on as in the moment Of the charge. Some
fellows tall, Of its being dem Jnac' kn1w
this, that 1t was such as made me match for
any two Ordinary men. aad gave me- sich an
amount of glorious IN Inference as 10 lite, as
taolsh. i; impossible 10 b. II is;er of. ltwould
d. y3Ur Crl.c heart good 10 hear the most
magnificent cheer with which we dashed Into
what - " calls the gully Scr.m
age Forward I--daS.i--blGs--c and there
We we.e IN The njis; Of such srn jSe. cheer AMI
c!a:.c!. as 9.ve! b fore s:uunci n m)T;als ear.
!. was glorious. Down, one by one, aye, two
ay twJ, ieil The thick sAulied ani over nnmeE
cJs C.sslcSS, and other lads Of the trlbe OF Oh
NIcs. Down, ioO, alas, ic !alny hero witl
L warm Ce,,ic k.aE;, ana more thal one lei!
scream u; loud FOR victory. ] could not pause.
I, was al p2sa. wheel, phvensy, strike, anu
down, down, down, they went. Twice was
gnho.Sei, aa1 n0Ie than once had 10 grasp
iay sword tighter the bloc! of fees streaming
down over iAe t.li, and fannlns up 10Y very
sleeve.
WEAaIEo WITH SLAUGHTER cannot de.
PCT M feelings when We returned. | sat
down completely exhausted anI unaole TO eat,
though deadly hungry. AL my uniform, my
hands, my very face we.c bespI ttered with
blood. IL was that OF the enemy! Grand
idea ! But my feelings-they were full OF that
cXu!taiion which il is impossible 10 describe
At least twelve Russians were sent wholly Out
of the "way of the war; by my good steed
alone, and AT least as many inofe pat on the
passage TO that peaceful exit by the same ex-
cellenL weapon. 50 also can Others say. W hat
thing 10 reflect on have almost grown u
soldier philosopher, and most probably Will
one OF these days, If the bullets which are n.y.
ing about SO abundan,iy give me time " brush
| up.
! GETTING HoasEs--No novel ever had a
sham hero who comes up TO the realities have
witnessed. One Of my tronp, tor instance,
had his horse shot under him in the melee.--
! "Bloody wars" he roared, "thiS won't do"
| and right at q Russian he ran, pulled him from
his horse by the sword hand in the m )st extra
ordinary manner--then deliberatly cutting oil
his head as he came down, vaulted into the
sauule, aud turning the RuSSlauC ChaiSct SallS
its late friends, fought his way. This took
less lime to do, than to tell it. l saw another
Of our fellows unhorsed, and wounded, creeI
under Russian charger and ran the sword W
his belly. The animal plunged and fell On hl
slayer, crushing HIM 10 pieces.
From A PRIVATE SoLDIEn.-Our men fell b,
dozens-horses aud men blown into the air
and we ran every one through We could get at
We had to cut our way through thousands o
, them. cannot tell you the horrors we wen
through, but all can say is, we have onl
about fifty men left out of the regiment, W.
have lost half of our officers. Poor Spence
was killed, and in fact dozens that you hav
seen before We left Old England bat we wer
driven to desperation, and fought like midm IN
and, thank God, have escaped thus lar amont
the few, and hope, by putting my trust in tht
+ Almighty, shall get through it. and hope yl'
will m axe yourself easy about ME. lit sh,ul
please the Lord should fall, hope shall &
to better world, so you must not lret aboi
l me. Don't lake any notice if you should no
G hear from me am safe and sound when
write this letter. / must conclude, as l al
;. stealing five minutes. Pray for me. | al
5 happy. God bless you oil. Eliza, don't de