Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1855-11-28

[ but entertain one hope. Fate fate 4
cruel fate :"
"Why, Norrad, lad, you must not take
on that way; it is unnatural BY con-
fummax something aoiU and shall turn
up"
/" God send there will, Ralph"
But, Norrad, about this ere war which
has broke out? Queer, isn't it? We did mt
hear on it until too crate settoos had been
fout? But uncle Sam cleaned the var
mints out, by confymmax cleaned 'em
out. Let me see-yes-I wish | was in |
this ere war. | owea deep grudge to them
darned yellow skinned Mexicans, on whose
around we now ar. = as.----=z-----------
- L1--Accd;; f1aIph, since our pilgrimage
has begun, events many and momentous
have transpired. Our Republic, God bless
her :"
/" Yes, Norrad, God bless her and for
ever defend her %
Our country has again measured her
strength with another nation. The strug-
gle cannot last long We are strong for
any land that carries a flag. But, Ralph,
why the grudge? | have often heard you
refer to it-but could CLEAN nothing def
mite"
Norrad, boy, it's sorrowful thing for
me to talk about. | don't in ginral yarn
off story unless ] am in a crowd But
listen:
AT the fall of the Alamo, | war among
the number that acor 6eoten. Yes, Ralph,
johnson run like sneaking dog, and with
our good old Colonel was thrashed-I
killed-by a set of yellow -bellied varmints
by contlummax | must be short, Nor
rad-the subject riles me. Well, Norrad,
my old devilish Sal here, talked mighty
hne that time. christened her that day.
This is the way; she was itching so much
to 90 off, that fore | thought-Jong, SLAM
go! and one of the darned varmints fell as
dead as kilsie-by her aim That's nei-
ther here nor thar. Norrad, zoued q ga1
once-yes, Norrad, Ralph johnson, low
ed gal ! seems strange, but Pm darned if
it amt mournfully true. That gal, Nor
rad, was at the Alamo Yes, and on that
terrible day. Norrad, 1 know you can
guess the rest, | know it, Norrad, [ see
it in your eye. But l did my best to save
her-I put myself before their darned bag
nets. They turned them Gy nsy Jody.-I
BY heavens they pierced her to death be-
fore my eyes. Aye, Norrad, they bound
me, and my gaze was on poor Lucinda, as
bagnet after bagnet, dripping with her
precious blood, passed through and through
her and pinned her to the earth ~ The
hunter paused, grasped his deadly rife,
the muscles of T.. L:u - Stood out like
whip-cords. But terrible has been the
paw he continued somewhat calmer.-t
The whole account however is not receipt
ed-there is yet balance due. You know
Norrad how many O these scalps belong
to Indians and ho,o neany to Nericons!
But enough of this stuff. [ must throw
off this feeling. With mighty effort the
sturdy hunter overcame his strong pas
sions-his hand relaxed their yice-like
grasp on his rife-the muscles of his face
assumed therr wonted appearance. He
was again Ralph, the kind hearted, tho
daring pioneer.
"You have cause indeed, Ralph, for
deep and unending hate truly sympa-
thise with you. But now, Ralph, listen to
my proposition. We heard at the last sta
ton we were at, some time since that
it was expected the two armies might
meet at Buena Vista, just about this time,
or perhaps little later. What say you,
Ralph, to going down and taking an open
tussle with the foes of our country, and
striking a blow for the stars and stri ripes %
"Nothing better, Norrad, [ thought the
same thing, and would have mentioned it,
had you not said it .fust, May be | won't
5 make Mexicans caper! 1t is decided then:
, Norrad p
at il"