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

1t was at the sbuttls of Brandywine Count
PuldsRiabpeared in this story.
adi a9@A As he rode, charging there, into the thick
''ih' est Of the battle, be was warrior to looA.
upon and never forgot. or i.r}.y
.a., Mounted on alarge black horse, Pulaski,
80 himself, with fonn six feet in height, mas
2"1 sive chest and limbs of iron, was attred in
-, a white onifona that was seen from afar, re-
..,at lieved by the clouds of battle. His face,
,i. grim with the scars of Poland, was the face
"d .of a man who had seen trouble, and endured
-. gnuch wong 1t was stamped with an ex-
ag ,,, preston Of melancholy. Bronzed in hue,
a. lighted with dark black eyes, with lip
~ darkened by thick moustache, his throat
and chin covered with heavy beard, while
Ibis hair fell in raven masses from beneath
his troopers cap, shielded with ridge OF
glittering steel His hair and beard were OF
- the same hue e--a1 Us #. as .'...p .r5t
'ad 2! The sword that hung by his side, fashion,
'sS ed Of tempered STEEL with ht Of iron, was
.one that warrior alone could lift. ...a
-is aaaItwas in this array he rode to battle fol-
4 81 flowed by aband ofthree hundred men whose
Fi'' faces, burned with the scorching of tropi-
s.. ,cal sun, or hardened by northern snows, bore
"a the scars of many battle They were most
ly Europeans-some Germans, some Po,
landers, some deserters from the British ar
,,,. my. To be taken by the British would be
death on the gibbet; therefore, they fought
a their best, and fought to the last gasp, rather
aid than mutter word about Quarter
. '.'," When they charged it was as one man,
,,g,n their three hundred swords flashing over
Tto 1 their heads against the clouds of battle
.aIa7 They come down on the enemy in terrible
s'. silence. without word spoken, not even a
-. whisper. You could near the mighty tramp
.7ss, .oftber steeds. you could hear the rattling
of their scabbards--that was all.
'afe But when they closed with the British you
-, could hear a noise like that of a. thousand
t.,a hammers, beating the hot iron of the anvil
30 s.You could see Pulaski, himself, riding yon
u siider in his bright uniform, his black steed
I in,s rearing alott as turning his head over his
.s;s shoulders, be spoke to his mems D72 90
.uo sTa"Forwarts, brudreR, forwarts!" ~
a.' 'a It was broken English, but yet they un
-, -. derstood it those three hundred men of sun
burnt faces, wounds and gashes. With one
burst they rushed.upon the enemy. For 1
'Ao' few moments, then, the ground was covered
,a with the dead while the living enemy scat
tered in panic before their path m
tHs ,EnaIt was on the battle day of Brandywin,
eaI that the CONT was in his glory; he under
"s -,, stood but little English, So he spoke wha
he had to say, with the edge of his sword
1t was severelexicon, but the British soo
learned to read, and to know it and fear it,
,,,s ;'r over the field from yonder Quaker meet
81 ling house awaynto, the top of Qsborns hill
J3:1 the Soldiers of the enemy saw Pulaski com
iegosand learned to know his name By heart; a'
loig That white uniform, and bronzed yisagt
eaa that tblaCkhorse with burning eyes and quit
ering nostrilsa They knew the warrior wei
they trembled when he said: .,,,,,.4v
Vs3sa 49, pryartsd brudren, forwartsa'' sys 81
noAssnsHIWas in the, retreat of Brandywine til
.s,AiPolander was most terfibIeagIt was whe
20, EtKe t1ensof Sulltan-badiy armed, poorl
fed, shabbily clad=-gave way,step BY stepbt
.-,. fore the overwhelming discipline ofthe Br
tish host, that Pulaski, likeha battle fel
~ mounted on his demon asteed. ii, ssI i''l 4
81 His cap had fallen from his brow. H
bare head shone in an aoccasionsional SUI
beam or grew crimson with fash from
cannon orriAe. His white uniform was sel