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were stacked, shot the two sentries and
rushed upon the others. stunning them
with the butts of their muskets.
Deprived Of their arms they aban-
doned the conflict and fed.
/ Releasing the prisoners they escap-
! ed across the river to the Americans.
| But the most romantic incident in
! this brave mans life was his love for
Miss Sallie st. Clair, or as she is term
ed in our ANIMAL the Maiden Warrior.
This was a beautiful creole girl, who
returned his passion with purity and
intensity seldom known upon this cold
orb.
When he was called upon to join the
defenders of his country, her grief
knew no bounds. The hour of part
ing came, and the gallant soldier sprang
upon his horse and joined his regi-
ment.
Hardly had the sound Of the horses
feet died upon the ear than her roman
tic nature suggested the plan of re-
joining her lover by enlisting in the
same regiment.
Her project was fully resolved upon,
and Immediately put into execution.
After securing a suit Of male attire,
as near her own size as possible, she
severed her long and jetty locks, dress
ed her hair like mans, and purchas-
ing her horse, she set off three days
after, alone, to offer her services to the
noble Marion. Her offer Wss accept
ed, and 1.-THE active stripping was
added to the corps to which her lover
belonged.
The contrast between the stripping
and these men, in their nncouth CARDS,
massive faces, cmbrowned and discol-
cred by rain, was indeed striking. But
no one was so eager for battle or so
indifferent to fatigue as the fair faced
boy. 1t was found that his energy of
character resolution and courage,
amply supplied his lack of physique.
None other suspected him to be wo-
man. Not even Jasper himself, al
though he was often by her side pene-
trating her disguise.
The romance of her situation in
creased the fervor Of her passion. It
was her delight to reflect that. un-
known to him, she was ever BY his
side, watching over him in the hour Of
danger.
Her passion was fed by gazing upon
him in the hour of ,slumber, lowering
near him when stealing through swamp
and thicket and being always ready to
avert danger from his head.
But gradually there stole q melan-
choly presentment over the poor girls
mind. She had been tortured with
hope deferred, the war was prolonged,
and the prospect Of being restored to
him grew more and more uncertain.
But now she felt that her dreams Of
happiness could never be realized. She
became convinced that death was
about to snatch her away from his
side; but she prayed that she might
die and be never known to what length
the violence Of her passion had led her.
It was an eve before q battle. The
camp had sunk into repose, the watch
fires were burning low, and only the
slow tread Of sentinels fell upon the
silence Of the night air as they moved
through the dark shadows of the for
est, Upon the ground, With no other
couch than q blanket, reposed the war
like form Of Jasper. Climbing vines
trailed themselves to canopy above
his head, through which the stars
shone down brightly.
4. The faint flicker from the expiring
embers of fire fell athwart his coun-
| tenance and tinged the cheek Of one
who bent over his couch. 1t was the
smooth-faced stripling--she bent low
down, as if to listen to his dreams, or
to breathe into his soul pleasant
dreams of love and happiness.
But tears traced themselves down
the fair ones cheeks. and fell silently
and rapidly upon the brow of her lover.
A mysterious voice had told her
that the hour for parting had come,
that tomorrow her destiny is consum-
mated There is one last, long, linger
ing look, and then the unhappy maid
is soon to tear herself away from the
spot to weep out her sorrow in pri-
vacy.
Fierce and terrible is the conflict
that on the morrow RACES on the spot.
The foremost one in the battle is the
intrepid Jasper, and ever by his side
that STRIPPING warrior. Often, during
the heat and smoke, CLEANS suddenly
on the eyes Of Jasper the melancholy
face of the maiden. In tho thickest
of the fight, surrounded by enemies,
fought the lovers side by side A lance
is suddenly leyelled at the breast of
Jasper, but swifter than the lance is
the smooth-faced warrior. There is
wild cry, and at the feet Of Jasper
sinkQ the maiden with the ife- blood