The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1859-06-15

to accelerate his already maddeBing speed, he
dsshes on. His cap blown of by the wind, his
raven locks unrestrained, streams in the blast
On, on, on.
| "Despisins wind, snd rain and frs,"
the steed and rider flies miles are passed. -
Well has Ponto stood the test, we'll is he ser.
wing h riders wish but the track is flooded
streams has he swam--fallen trees has he lea ..
ed; but now he is failing fsst,-no longer the
direct line marks his gait, but surging to the
right and the left he staggers on, his rider is al
most franiic-now entreating, now command
ing now caressing--with voice and spur he ur
ges him on. Mark the effort of the noble AMI.
nal to do his masters bidding, but in vain--iE
vain. r .- III .-
/ There, right there, in that bright fash, SEE
that huge tree torn urby its roots and cast a
cross the path. Can the leap be made? Crouch
ing closely along the animals neck, the rdsl
whispered only "Ponto!" Twas enough-c COW.
ering second as they neared the tree, the en-,
couraged beast cleared the obstacle. That ef
| fort was his death. As he touched the ground
he whirled moment--our hero lesped from the
saddle, and noble Ponto tell, expiring with 1
groan. as .sr ... ...a|
The lieutenant gazed moment At his falleT
steed, and witha cry of agony rushed forward
on foot, and when the midnight hour was come
he arrived at the magazine. --
After some delay the Captain Of the com.
mand was aroused, and the Object Of his visit
told him by our hero. Orders were immediete.
ly isued to awake the men. George told him
Of the death of his horse, of the danger of de.
lay, and that, and that he Wished them tC
mount and hurry back with him.
"Too fast, my boy" said old johnson, ''toc
fast, by good deal We can't start until our
cattle are fed, lest they might suffer the fate o
yours. and so you see it will cost more than il
will come too, as the government is too cussed
poor TO get US any more. Besides we should
lose more than we'd gain by starting so soon
"But-"
Never mind the buts' Keep cool and
rest yourself, my good fellow. You need a lit
tie bra ing up and you might as well take it as
not. Why, d--n it, boy, you'll kill yourself
l will try to hunt YOU another nag; but hail
We, he's rot 10 be run to death" ....-..
Thore was no appeal from this, md the lieu.
tenant, impatient as he well might be, was fair
to submit. All these preparations took up time
and precious time it proved TO be.
| They were. however, at length mounted and
the command beng given, the troop moved to-
ward Ilavre-de- Grace. Not so fast, but more
surely id JohnSon's command move over the
route The heavy part of the storm had pass
ed; but the drivihng spits of rain wele yet
driven in their faces BY The high wind, which
had not ahated. --... ....
| Disheartened at what he considered theiI
slow pace, George spured away from the CEN.
papy, and was again alone on the dreary road
The cold wind tanning his heated frame, cooled
his excitement; bnt yet he hurried on. The
,naiden's words kept Ginning through his brain
--Hawe-de Grace to, is dot o'msd.
Fanny ilanchett, when George had left hei
presence, felt weary weight fail heavily on
her heart, which She could rot remove. A feel
ing--that strange feeling that sometimes per.
Vades the human breast, ard sIeaks Of calam
ity, She Eclt that something would take place
to disturb her happiness, or bring dosolation up
on The fond hopes that he had cherished. She
again took up the volume which she had beer
reading, but could not drive the dark feeling
away; she took her larp but her voice trembcd
down TO the sad low cadence of some melan.
choly air, and enhanced her misery She reti-
red to her couch, hut not to sleep, for the storm
was now at its height; and when the weary mid
night passed she fell into fitful slumber
As the day was slowly dawning, she was rou-
sed by the qnaking house and the dread iul
boom Of Britain's artillery. sta
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