The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-04-26
PORT GIBSON, CLATBORNE COUNTY, MISS, wEDNEsDA


him-while Pulaski, on hin some hundred
yards distant, was scattering parting bless
ing among the hOrdes Of Hanover
IL was glorious prize. this Mister WASH
ingion in the heart Of the British army.
Suddenly the Polander turned his eye
caught the sight Of the iroD-grey and his rider.
lie turned to his troopers his lip wreaihed
with grim smile-he waved his sword--he
pointed to TIE iron-grey and his rider.
There was but a moment.
b With one impulse that iron band wheeled
their warehouses. and then a dark body, solid
and compact. was speeding over the valley
like thunderbolt from the sky--thrce hun
dred swords rose glitiering in the faint glimpse
Of sunlight-in front Of the avalanche, with
his form raised to lis full height, dark frown
on his brow. a fierce smile on bis lip, rode
Pulaski Like a spirit reused into life by
the thunderbolt. he rode-his eyes were fixed
on the iron.grey and is rider--hs tand had
[ut one look, one shout for Washington.
The British troops had encircled the Amer
f.can leader--already they felt secure Of their
preY--alrcady the head Of that traitor Wash.
ington seemed to yawn above the gates Of
! London.
But the trembling Of the earth in the val
ley yonder. What does it mean,
That terrible beating Of hoofs. What does
il pOrtcnd!
That ominous silence--and now that shout
not Of words or names, but that half yell
half bnrrah. which shrieks from the iron men
as they scent their prey. What means 1t all a!
Pulaski is on our track The terror OF
the British army is on our wake.
And on be came. he aud his gallant band.
A moment, and he swept over the British
crushed, maugled, dead and dying they
strewed the green sod-he had passed over
the hill, he had passed the form OF Washing
ton
Another moment, and the iron band had
wheeled back in the same career Of death they
came. Routed, defeated crushed, the red
coats fec from the form Of George Washing
ton-they encrcle him in their forms Of oak,
their swords Of steel--the shout Of his name
shrieks through the air. away to the Amerl-
can host--they hear him in all soldiers
battle joy.
Il was at Savannah that night came down
on Pulaski.
Yes. see him now, under the gloom OF
night, riding forward towards yonder ram
parts. his black steed rearing alott, while two
hundred of his iron men follow at hls back.
Right on, neither looking to the right nor
left. be rides, his eyes fixed upon the cannsn
Of the British, his sword cleaning above hls
head.
For the last time they hear that war-cry--
Forwards, bruderen forwards :"
They saw that black horse plunglng Tor
ward, his fore feet resting on the cannon OF
the enemy, while his warrior rider arose IN a
fash Of red light.
The fash once gone, they saw Pulaski no
more. But they found him Yes beneath
the enemy's cannon, crushed by the shot
that killed his steed--yes, they found them,
the horse and rider. together in death, that
noble face glaring in the midnight sky with
CLASSY eyes
So in bis glory he died. Died while Amer
lea and Poland we're yet in chains. lie died
in the stout hope that they would both be
free one day. With regard to America, hls
hope has been fulfilled, but Poland-.-
Tell me, shall not the day come when yon-
der monumeDt--erected by those warm Sou
thern hearts near Savannah-will yield up
its dead
For Poland will be free at last. as sure as
God IS inst, as sure as He governs the uni
verse. Then. when re-created Poland rears
her eagle aloft again among the banners OF
nations. will her children come to Savannah
to gather up the ashes Of our hero and bear
him home with the chants of priests, with the
thunder of cannon, with the tears OF millions
even as repentaut France bore back her own
Napoleon.
Yes. the day is coming when koscIuseo
and Pulaski will sleep side by side, beneath
the soil Of re.created Poland.