The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1856-07-12
rlble; fifty miles being hard days jour.
ney even for n Californian

rlbIe; fifty miles being hard days jour
ney even for a Californian.
| As their exhausted beasts dropped un
der them they ,ole of the saddles an
placing them nn others, hurried on leav
ing the poor animals to be devoured b.
the cayotes, or recover, as chance nigh
bring about. Ever at the head-the las
to dismoun, and the first to leap into tn,
saddle was this moun,aincer, this com
panIon OF Kit Carson. this pioneer d,
enpire! Fremont! Rarely speakin.
but to urge Oh his men, or TO question
some passing native, taking the smal!es
modicum of refreshmcn mt, and watching
while others snatched a moments repos,
was he; wrapped up in his project an,
determined TO hare some Of the fight
Through San Pablo and Monterey
and Josepha. they dashed like the phan
tom riders OF the Hartz Mountains, start
ling the inhabitants, and making ,h.
night watcher cross himself with terror
as the band flew on. The river Sacrifi,
clos was reached, swollen by the rams i
rolled on, rapid, muddy stream hi,
men paused.
'Forpard, torpard" he cried, and
dashed in himself; the struggle was
fierce one but his gallant mustang breasts
the current and he reaches the opposite
shore in safety; his men after time join
him, two brave fellows finding watery
grave and many horses being carried
down the stream-but nothing can now
stop him-,he heights adjacen, to the Pu.
ebla appcar-now smile might be seen
on the implacable visage of the leader
It's the sir'h day and the goal is pon.
With ninety men On the last OF his car
avan of horses, he fell like a thunderbol,
on the rear OF the Mexicans. The day
was with them; the little band OF stout
hearts guarding the presidia; taken by
surprise, and not having the advantage
OF the Mexicans in regard to horses, were
beginning to vaver. But cheer up;
cheer again succor is at hand. On
come those riders of Fremont; nothing
can withstand their shock. With shouts
Of triumph they change the battle TO a
rou,. The field is won!
With Fremont was Wallah-wallah
chief, the sole remnant Of band that
joined Kearney on his journey across the
plains. In his war paint, mounted on a
bare back mustang, he would ride up a,
full speed to the enemy, and as lance
was thrust at him, dexrously throwing
himself on one side of his horse he void
avoid the blow, and grasping the pole,
draw up his antagonist, and with stroke
Of his tomahawk cleave his skull ,ejacula-
ting grunt of satisfaction. Three did
ne dispatch in this manner, alone and
unassisted; and as, with his face covered
with blood and his reeking hatehe, uplil-
ted, he rode here and there, all lied be-
fore him.
The rout was complete one; and had
not Fremonts men been utterly exhaust.
ed, note would have escaped. So ended
the Ride ofthe One Hundred.
would state that the government, with
heir usual speed in such matters, passed
an appropriation to satisfy Gen. Vallejo
and e,hcrs for their losses, sir gears af.
Ter.
This put virtual end 10 the war, for
though they again made stand at the
San Pascal, headed by Pico, still they
we're displrIted, and Gen. Kearney with
his mounted men defeated them with
great loss. The governorship of tho
country being decided, which had long
been source oil trouble between kear-
ney, Stockton and Mason, affairs be-
came more settled, and the American
force, now largely augmented, was plac-
ed on such footing as to soon crush
the head of rank rebellion and Pico and
Castro fed to The lower country, to fight
ior time longer against iaepifabie fate.
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