The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1857-05-23


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TnE CHARGE OF MAYA LEGEND OF
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nv ororcx lIppARp.
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There was q day when an old man with
white hair sat alone in small chamber of a
national mansion, his spare but muscular
figure resting on an arm chair, his hands
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feII over his face, tho boy, .. 4 frisbtsnsd
e his boldness, bowed low before the
President.
The old man could not restrain that emile.
1t wreathed on his firm lip, and shone from
his clear eyes,,
ssYou enter nv chamber unann0unced,
covered from head to foot with mud-you
tell me that lieutenancy is vacant and
ask me to give it to you. Who are you ?''
again the Hero surveyed him, and again
he family smiled.
ssSuch as you see !" exclaimed the boy,
as his dark eye shone with that dark-devil
light, while his form swelled in every mus
Gle; as <ith the conscious pride Of his man
ly strength and beauty. sWould you"
he bent forward, sweeping aside his curles
once more, while smile began to break
over his lips-stWould you like to see me
ride? My horse is at the door. You see l
come post haste for this commission ?"
Silently the old man followed the boy,
and together they went forth from the
White House, it was clear, cold winters
day; the wind tossed the Presidents white
hairs, and the leafless trees stood boldly
against the blue sky. Before the portals
Of the White House, with the rein thrown
loosely ON his neck, stood magnificent
horse, his dark hide smoking foam, he ut
tered shrill neigh as his boy-master sprang
with bon nd into the saddle, and in q flash
was gone, skimming like q swallow down
the road, his name and tail streaming in the
breeze.
The old man looked after them, the horse
and his rider, and knew not which to ad-
mire most, the athletic beauty of the boy
or the tempestuous beauty of the horse.
Thrice they tread the avenues in front of
the White House, and at last stood painting
before the President, the boy leaning over
the neck of his steed, as he coolly exclaimed
-"Well-how do you like me %
ssDo YOU think YOU could kill an Indian 20
the President said, taking him by the hand,
as he leaped from his horse.
"Aye and eat him afterwards 70 cried the
boy, ringing out his fierce laughter, as he
read his fate in the old mans eyes,
"You had better come in and get your
commission and the hero Of New Orleans
led the way into the White House.
There came night, when the old man
President no longer-sat in the silent cham
ber Of his Hermitage home. picture Of age
trembling on the verge Of Eternity. The
light that stood upon his table revealed his
shrunken form resting against the pillows
which cushioned his armchair, and the
death-like pallor Of his venerable face. In
that face, with it's white hair, and massive
forehead, everything seemed already dead,
expcept the eyes. Their deep grey blue
shone with the Ere Of New Orleans, as the
old man with his long white fingers, grasp
ed a letter post-marked washington"
ssThey ask me to designate the man who
shall lead our army, in case the annexation
of Texas brings on war with Mexico''
his voice, deep toned and thrilling, even in
that hour Of dccrepitude and decay. rung
through the silence Of the chamber. SThere
is only one man who can do it, and bis
name is Zachary Taylor.
Nwas dark hour when this boy and this
General, both appointed at the suggestion
or the voice OF the Man Of the Hermitage,
met in the battle Of Resaca de Ia Palma.