Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-03-15
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~ As the day came up struggling with the
gloom of clouds, the vanguard had given
alarm of that onslaught, which, before the
day was done, would make 1nkermann Sec
ond only to Waterloo. s Through the fog.
CIV, edrizzly dark, had burst the blare of bu-
giles, and drums. and flies, the rafting mus
kerry the transition from sleep to battle
had been transient interval ofsconsternar
ton; not the CONSERVATION Of cowarGice,
however, but of Sudden surprise 1i9 y
80 To arms II To the summoning martial
music--drumss whose hurried roll, and
flies, whose thrilling shrek, make the blood
beat and surge in the yeins.-to, tho glori-
Gus martial music, man after man, column
after column, company after company, they
wheel into array. Swiftly and mig htily, as
though hurled by the power of thunder.
horse and plumed rider sweep over the field
and along the lines, bearing the hoarse,
loud command and quick as thought there
follow charges. and eyolutions, and sub
lime preparations for blood. -
o.! the battle of Inkermann would have
been a splendid sight to see in broad field
and bright sun. But the nature of the
ground and the darkness Of the day render
ed it impossible to take in more than small
scene of the grand and terrible drama at
one view. Many a heroic deed was per-
formed that day in obscure and solitary
places, that left no record but DEATH If
you found in some gloomy glen,a flush har-
vestof carnage corpses wing thickas sheayes
after the sickles-you knew there had been
I'll
not illumine the pages of history; for their
memory sleeps in the burial trenches with
those who died enacting them. lad 8 i
Thirst of glory, such as is slaked by blood
had lured young Cecil Gray from his hap
py home in old England, to the camp and
the field. He wasaan officer in the Fifth
Dragons; and as we have an interest in
him now, let us watch the performance Of
the Fifth, on that day of Inkermann.
Is it not they, yonder on the height? Let
us get nearer them; for this dismal day is
so like twilghtathat we cannot distinguish
the figure on their buttons. Yes, it is 5.
What noble fellows! How proudly they
sit their horses! With whatsan air of i'm
patience they lean forward, as the battles
din increases! How their nostrils dilate
with the delay of opportunity! .,..
Which of them is Cecil Gray? Do you
see, yonder at the right, that tall, noble
young officer who is gazing, with looks of
unspeakable tenderness, upon a locket min
iature, which he has just drawn from his
boson2 That is he; and the miniature is
of-tlv ne.aa would choke his utterance, if
he attempted to speak it; for he is thinking
ofthe time-not many months ago, but, oh,
how long!-when the original of that pic
ture sobbed on his breast, and chung to him
with loves desperation, kissing him with
most passioned kisses, and pleading with
him in Gods name not to go-oh, not to
go! : U.s." l' Sa. - a' hefe'apaa>
His lip quivers; he brushes his hand
across his eyes; he closes the 1ocket, and
replaces it in his bosom. If he were not
agonizingly prayed forwith her every breath
of whom he is now thinking-we would
say, 0 God! let him not sink on the battle.
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The Fifth had lost most of their infantry
in the beginning Of the battle; for the Turk
ish foot, their main support, had fled, on
the first onset; and there remained to them
now only a small division Of the Highland
ers, number quite insufficient to sustain
them. Yet, as the cannons Numbered and
the m uskets hailed the death around. the
brave fellows feltit like shame to set there
idle while their comrades were wining glory;
and every moment they grew more eager,
even without the support of iafantry, for
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Hark! the tramp Of cavalry. Every rein
is tghtened, and every ahorseman's breath
isquelled with expectation. Up they come
at a fierce gallop, as though they meant to
sweep the height clear at single pass. 1t
is the Muscovitesl Their heavy, rushing
pillows Of horse, dash full upon the High
landers, and are shocked back by the shore
ofbayonets. They rally, and advance again
more slowly and determinedly. ls>aJ
lia Then the bugles of the Fifth sound; and
the fiery horses are wheeled into order for
the onset balisE7a saa arasoss 40 astae ao
8 Look at Cecil Gray! he has forgotten the
miniatures; he has forgotten its original; he
has forgotten the little cottage by the Thames
where she is signing prayers to Heaven
for him now; he thinks only of glory. His
breast heaves and pants. and his hand
clutches his hilt, waiting for the next sig
nal-twang.
Another blast Of the bugles, and the
whole Fifth, Instantly bristl;ng over all the
swords. like single being. spring into the
pas de charge. A laundering hurricane of
battle, they swoop right down upon the ad-
vancing foe with the speed of the wind
God of heavenl what spectacle, With
what sublimely terrific shock the two hos
tile masses ofmen and horses crash toceth-
er! Sword clangs on sowrds;; horse and
rider sink; the sea Of combat surges over
them. @ 90 eaa 4
The Fifth cut the foe through and through
and when their bugles sound the rally,
they disregard the signal, determined to
6ghttill they cleared the field or die. Horse
against horse. with onset and repulse. sax
on and Cossack. they cleave one another
down. swaying to and fro like stormy sea,
Where is Cecil Gray :? Yonder is his
plume. Watch it, 1t losses above the 4
thick of the fight, as if IL were alive with
glory. There it loses itself in the smoke of
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