Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1857-10-28

after blow into the foemen's tbroats.-
To the left shout is heard; the Ameri
cans, led on by Graham and Fleasonton
and Winship, have silenced the battery
there, while the whole fury of the Mex
lean army seemed concentrated to crush
May and his band.
As he went through their locked
ranks, SO he comes back. Everywhere
his men know him by his hair, waving
in dark masses; his golden tinselled cap;
his sword-they know it too, and when
ever it falls, hear the gurgling groan of
mortal agony.
Back 10 the captured cannon, he cuts
his way, and on the brink of the ravine
beholds sight which freezes his blood.
A solitary Mexican stands there,
reaching forth his arm in all the frenzy
of brave despair; he entreats his coun-
trymen TO tuIn. TO man the battery once
more, and hurl destruction on the foe.
They shrink back appalled, before that
dark horse and rider, May! The Mex
lean, a gallant young man, whose hand
some features can scarcely be distin-
guished on account of the blood which
covers them; while his rent uniform
bears testimony 10 his deeds in that days
carnage. clenches his hands. as he filings
curse in the face of his flying country
men, and then with lighted match in
hand, springs to the cannon. A moment
and its fire will scatter ten American
soldiers in the dust.
Even as the brave Mexican bends neal
the cannon, the dark charger. with one
tremendous leap, is there, and the sword
of May is circling over his head.
"Yieldr' shouted voice which only
a few moments ago, when rushing into
death, had said-"Come!"
The Mexican beheld the gallant form
before him, and handed Capt. May bis
sword.
"Gcn. La Vega is prisoner he
said, and stood with folded arms amid
the corpses of his mangled soldiers.
You see May deliver his prisoner into
the hands of the brave Lieut.. Stephens,
who, when Inge fell, dashed bravely on.
Then would you look for May once
more-gaze through that wall of bayo-
nets. beneath that gloomy cloud, and
behold him crashing into Tie whirlpool
of the fight, his long hair, mis- sweeping
beard, and sword that never for an in
slant stays its lightning career, making
him look The embodied demon of thi.
battle day.
In the rear of the battle, behold this
picture. Where May dashed like thun
derbolt from his side, Gen. Taylor, in
his brown coat, still remains. Near him
gazing on the battle with interest keen
as his own, the stout form, the stern Wis
age of his brother soldier, Twiggs.-
They have followed with flashing eyes
the course of May; they have seen his
men and horses hurled back in their own
blood, while still he Numbered on. At
this moment the brave La Vega is led
into the presence of Taylor. his arms
folded over his breast, his eyes fixed on
the ground.
As the noble hearted General express
es his sorrow that the capiive's lot has
fallen on one so brave, 50 in obedience
to the command of Twiggs. the soldiers,
arranged in battle order, salute the pris-
oDer with presented arms, there comes
rushing to the scene the form of May,
mounted on his well known charger.
General, you told me to silence that
battery. l have done it !''
He placed in the hands of Zachary
Taylor, the sword of the brave La Vega.