Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1862-10-29

| were directed to keep them still in the igno-
rance fatal to them.
Meanwhile Tommy's tow head shot over the
wall, through the narrow lane, reaching the
main road just a mounted band of men came
in sight. He mounted stump. waved his
jacket and the foremost among them stopped.
| "What is it my boy ?''
sMarm wants your fling man to stop pla, :
ing that thing, and have down that 'ere flag,
and to come up to our house through the lane.
| Come on 20 ~
He was starting, but Zagoni stopped him.
81 don't understand, boy what does she
want 20 e,..sss
| Tom was indignant. ts, ,5as
"Want's you to nap party OF seceshers up
to our house; but you needn't come if you
/ don't wanter.''
| ssWho is your marm, boy ?'' pas
Lucy Dudley d4
$50 ahead, Major,'' shouted the fellow.
s.She is true blood they shot her husband
month ago. ..s
| Zogoni, followed by portion of his men,
wheeled into the lane, trying to keep Tommy
| in sight and soon they came iu view of the
| low house, the noisy mirfh of the Confed
crates was distinctly heard. Armstrong never
suspected, even ordered Mrs. Dudley to 'sshow
'emin She went to the door, and they
needed not that she should speak her pierc-
ing, eager look told everything. They sur
sounded the room-zagoni's clear voice
dered those inside TO surrender, while at the
same moment, the ffer gave an exutant-
''Yankee Doodle came TO town,
| Yankee Doodle dandy
Armstrong saw the trap; he fired his revol-
yer, hitting the gray -haired old grandmother,
leveling her with the ground. Nobody no.
ticed the shot except Tommy, and he held
| her bleeding head on his knee, he never shed
tear but he is on one OF Commodore Foote'S
| gunboats powder monkey to-day, and he
never hands charge but he thinks of that
| terrible honr. One or two both sides were
wounded, but the struggle was soon over, and
the rebels marched out bound together with
old chains. which the boys very gladly found.
| Zagoni must take the prisoners with him, for
men couldn't be spared to guard them.
| AS they were standing in front Of the door
before starting Mrs. Dudley, who knew every
| inch of the ground in the vicinity, undertook
| to tell them nearer road to town. They did
| not understand her hurried, nervous direc-
| tions. and she started as If to 60 with them
then she remembered her dying mother, came
back called Tommy from the sufferers side,
| to take the place in her stead.
| But the dying woman's faint voice stopped
s'You go, Lucy !. ne might make mistake
! he will lake care of me, and We will keep the
old flag fying.'g eio1 tss' lafa''' r.
| The reserve in the lane, by Zagoni's order,
had already come up, and Lucy only stayed TO
kiss the pale lips and precious face, then she
mounted her own stout mare and led the way.
She guided them safely in the intricate path
up to the very edge of the ravine, where ac-
| cording to Armsrong's talk, she knew the
willy foe was hidden. 1t was the very spot
Zagoni wished to be in, and she had saved
him long stretch of dangerous road Then
she fell back to the rear, just as Zagonis ea-
ger eye took in the whole of his position
Desperatel What will he say ?what will these,
men do who have been taunted with being
holiday soldiers on the pavements of st.
Louis ssHst giig -tsa eaais5
ssSoldiers, your war-cry is ssFremont and
the Union" Draw sabre, by the right flank,
quick trot, march, is.s 7sa * ao5
His voice. shrill and intense, pierced every
heart, and as those bright swords glittered in
the sunshine, AID the little band sped to their
deadly work wondered that Lucy Dudley's
brown mare kept her place, eager as her
mistress to do gallant work. ia3
That battle will always burn on the pages
of history, and i need write none of its de-
tails here only this much, that everywhere,
helping off the wounded, handling weapons,
doing anything, everything that cool head
and trusty hand could do, was Lucy Dudley.
At last the day was ours, and as Zagoni
gathered the remnant of his force about him
he shrank back, for he could not connt the
dead and it took not long:tO count the living
Where was Lucy Dudley? Hardly one of
these bloody blackened faces, but could tell
of some good deed she did for them during
those long, dreadful hours. Even while they
were speaking of her she came in sight, and
not now mounted on her brown mare, but in
stead, the mare was harnessed to market
wagon, and its bottom was covered with woun-
ded soldiers. She was walking beside it
holding the reins, locking fearfully pale and
| tired for now the excitement was past ber
womanhood was uppermost, and her only care
| was to help the wounded and comfort the dy-
ing. They knew she was taking their suffer-
/ ing comrades to the shelter of her own home
and not man from the Major downwards, but
would have been eager to escort her, but she
] refused them all, and when the Major pressed