Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1855-05-04

At that moment he looked like the oil
Man.
For his brow, high and retreating, wit
the blood.clo,ied hair waving back from
its outline, wa. swollen IN every vein, a
though his Soul shone from it, ere sh,
fled forever. Lips set, brows knit. han,
frm-s circle Of men fighting round hin
| he dashed into the Mexicans, unt,
his sword was wet, his arm weary will
blood.
i A. last, with his thigh spliniered by
ball. he gathered his proud iorm TO ID
full height, and fell. His face ashy will
intense agony, he bade his comrades I,
leave him there to die. That ravin.
should he the bed Of his glory.
| Blu, gathering round him guard o
breasts and steele-w two Of ,hei
number bore him ,enderly along-,hos,
men Of Kentucky fought round their fall
en- hero, and as re,reat,ng step by step
they launched their swords and bayo
nets into the faces Of the foe, they salt
with every blow-'Henry CIay"
! Il was wonderful to see how tha, name
luerved their arms. aud called a smile tc
1.-The face Of the dying hero. How il
would have made the heart OF the old
Imam of Ashland ,hreb, 10 have heard HI.
name. yelling as battle cry. down the
shadows Of that lonely pass
Along the favine, and up This narrow
path The hero bleeds as they bea
him on. and tracks the way with hi
bio d. Faster and thicker TIE Mexican,
swarm-,hey see the circle around The
fallen man. even see his pale face. up
lifted, as a smile crosses ITS iading Inca
men,s, aud like pack Of wolves seem,
ing tie irozen traveller a, dead Of night
Ithcy come howl,ng up the rocks, ant
charge the devoted band with one deus,
mas. OF bayonets.
Up aud ON The ligh; shines yonde
on the topmosi rucks ui the ravine. l
IS the lieh, OF the setting sun. Old lay
Ior's eye is upon that rock, ami there W.
will fight our way. aud die IN the o.,
mans sight.
1t was a mur,leroas way, that path VI
the steep bank Of the rav,ne. L,tteret
with dead. slippery with blood, 1t gre"
lbIackes every moment with swar,n'ns
Mexicsns, and the defenders oi th,
.ounded hero. fell one by Que, into th'
chasns yawn,ng all around.
| Al las, they reached the light, th'
swords and bayone,s glitter in sight o
the eoniehdiug armies. aud the blood,
contest foars towards the topnost rock.
Then 1t was, that gathering up his dy
ing frame armed with superua,ura
vlgor->oung Clay started from The arm
Of his supporters. aud stood with out
stretched hands. in the ligh, of the Sc,
ting snn. II was glorious sigh, whct
he saw there. amid the rolling baul'
clouds Santa Annas formidable ARA,
hurled lack into the ravine aud goige
10y raylor's little band, But NOR,
glorious thing II was to see that dying
man. standing for the las, time. in tn
lieh, Of that sun, which shall never ris
for him again!
Leave me," he shrieketl, IS he fel
back on the sol--"I must die and | vii
die here! Peril your lives 10 longer 70
me Go. There is work for you yon
der"
The Mexicans crowding on.hungry 70
slaughter. left no time for thought. Ey
en- as he spoke. their bayone,s gl,s,enin
by hundreds. were levelled q, The throat
Of the devoted band By the mere fore
Of their overwhelming numbers, the
crushed them back from the side Of tn
dying Clay.
One, only fingered a bave man. VII
had known the ahivalr,c soldier, and low
ed him long; he stood there and covere
as he was with blood, heard these las
words:
"TeH my father hop / died aud gir
him these pistols :"
Lifting his ashy face into light, b
turned his eyes upon his comrades fac'
placed the pistols in his hsnd-and ie
!. back to his death.
That comrade with the pistols in hi
grasp. fought his way alone TO the TOP
most rock Of the path. and only ono
looked back. He saw n quivering form
eanopicd by bayonets-he saw those ou'
stretched hands grayling with points q
s:eels-he saw = pale face lifted once j
the light. and then darkness rushed upo
the lie Of the young Henry Clay.
Placing his hands behind his back wit
his head on his breast. a tall old ma
strobe ,hough,fully along the carpet {
S his chamber. II was near the evenin
/. hour, ard the blush Of summer was upo
/. those woods and hills. which You ina
, zee through the uneur,ained window.
. Were You to meet this old man anon
. ten thousand, you would know him whe
you saw him again. and did you one
/. behold that wide mouth. wveathe in
. smile. that grey eye, 6se with soul. II,
, brow. high and .elen,ing. glow with hi
! heart. you would be very sure to lo'
: him.
y But the voice that rings from ,hos
, lips, and swslls from that ehest--yo
. should heas il. melt in pity, or hiss
scorn. or thunder forth the frenzy OF
; great soul! -
/. Plainly clad 10 4 dark dress. his fac
} covered with the large wrinkles Of se'