The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1857-03-25

corse, still that young soldier riots on, for Tay
lor has said "Silence that battery" and he will
do it.
The Mexicans are driven from their guns;
their cannon are silenced, and Mays heroic
band, scattering among the mazes of the chap
parel, are entanged in a wall of bayonets.-
Once more the combat deepens and dyes the
sod in blood. Hedged in by that wall of steel,
May gathers eight of his men, and hews his way
back toward the captured battery. As his
charger rears, his sword circles above his head,
and sinks blow after blow into the foemen's
throats. To the left shout is heard; the Amer
leans, led on by Graham and Fleasonton and
Winship, have silenced the battery there, while
the whole fury of the Mexican army seems con-
centrated 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
whereverit falls hear the gurgling groan of NOR
tai agony.
Back to the captured cannon he cuts his way,
and on the brink of the rayine beholds sight
that fires his b'ood.
A solitary Mexican stands there, reaching
forth his arm in all the frenzy of a brave mans
despair; he entreats his countrymen to turn, to
man the battery once more and hurl its fury on
the foe. They shrink back appalled, before that
dark horse and its rider, May! The Mexican,
gallant young man, whose handsome features
can scarce be distinguished on account Of the
blood which covers them, while his rent uniform
bears testimony to his deeds in that days car
mage, clenches his hands, as he filings his curse
IN the face of his flying countrymen, and then,
lighted match in hand, springs to the cannon
A moment and it's fire will scatter ten American
soldiers in the dust
Even as the brave Mexican bends near the
cannon, the cark charger, with one tremendous
leap, is there, and the sword of May is circling
over his head.
"Yieldn' shouted the voice which only a few
moments ago, when rushing into death said
"Comen'
The Mexican beheld the gallant form before
him, and handed Captain May his sword.
General La Vega is prsonern' he said, and
stood with folded arms amid the corses of his
manged soldiers.
You see May deliver his prisoner into the
charge of the brave Lieutenant Stephens, who,
when Inge fell, dashed bravely on.
Then would you look for May once more
gaze through that wall of bayonets, beneath
that gloomy cloud, and behold him crashing into
the whirlpool of the fight; his long hair, his
sweeping beard, and sword that never for an in
stant stays its lightning career, making him look
like the embodied demon of this battle day.
In the rear of the battle behold this picture
Where May dashed like thunderbolt from his
side, Gen. Taylor, in his familiar brown coat,
still remains. Near him. gazing on the battle
with interest keen as his own, the stout form,
the stern visage of his brother soldier, Twggs.
They have followed with flashing eyes the
course of May; they have seen him charge, and
seen his men and horses hurled back in their
blood, while still he thundered on. At this mo-
ment the brave La Vega is led into the presence
of Taylor, his arms folded over his breast, his
eyes fixed upon the ground.
AS the noble hearted General expresses his
sorrow that the captives lot has fallen on one SO
brave, as in obedience to the command of Twiggs
the soldiers, arranged in battle order, salute the
prisoner with presented arms, there comes rush
ing to the scene the form of May, mounted on
his we'll known charger
General, you told me to silence that battery
have done it,.
He placed in the hands of Zachary Taylor
the sword Of the brave La Vega.