The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-07-01

NAal i Il. boys
Marm wants yosr asing man "a
stop playing that thing. and dosn that
ere fag. and come ~ q cur hoase
,hroaeh lhe lane Calac oa.
he was starting, bui Kaaaouyi stop
ped him. don't unIeFssa4d, hoy
What does she wani
Tons wac Indignant. Wants you
10 nab some seceshrrs ap 70 our house
bat you needn't come i yaa don't
Wanler.
Something 10 his flee struck one
ol The mn and he said Nho j
your marin. boy 7
Lucy Dudly
CO ahead, major, shouted the fei-
low. She's true blood they shot
iier bnsland q month aso.
Zan2unyi, followed by a portion OF
/ his men wleeiei INTO tae lane, rjing
10 keep Tommy in sight and soon
they came IN view # lbe low house,
ard the noisy mrth Of tie confeder-
aies was distinctly heard. Armstrong
never suspected. even ordering Mrs.
Dudly to show 'em right III. She
went to the door aud theg needed not
that she should speak her piercing
eager look told everything. They
surrounded the room. xagonyis clear
voice ordered those inside TO surren-
der, while at the same moment, the
titer gave an cxnltant--
Yankee Dooalr's eutne % to@Ri Yankee
Doodle dandy
Armstrong saw tllearap, and fred
bis revolver, hitting tlF uay-laircd
old grandmother, leseliag ler with
the ground. Nobody noticed lhc shot
excepting Tommy, and n be held her
bleeding head on his kpecs, he never
shed tear; but he is on one Of Com
modore Foote's gunboats as a pow
der monkey to-day and he never
hands charge but he thinks of that
terrible hour. One or two on both
sides were wounded, bat the struggle
was soon over, and the rebels march,
ed oui bound together with old chains
which the boys veyy gladly found
Zagonyi must take The prisoners with
him, for men conldn't be spared to
guard them, and as they were ali u
front of the door before s,artiag, Mrs.
Dudly, who knew every iaclI Of The
ground in the vicinity, undertook to
tell them nearer road TO the town.
They did not understand her hurried
nervous directions; and size Stated as
if 10 go with them; then she remem-
bered her dying mother, and drew
back, calling Tommy from the suffer
er'ss side 70 take the place in her stead.
But the dying woniaE ! faint voice
stopped her. you 90, Lucy; he
might make mistake he will take
care of me, and we viii keep the old
flag flying.
The reserve in the lane by Zagon
Wis order had already come up, and
Lucy only stayed q kiss the pale lips
and precious face, then she mounted
her own stout mare and led the way.
She guided them safely in The intri-
cate path up 10 Tie cry edge Of lhe
path, where, according 10 Armstrong; |
talk. she knew the willy foe were hid
den. 1t was the very spot Zangonyi
wished 10 be in, and she had saved /
him long stretch OF dangerous road
Then she fell back to the rear, just a,
Zangonyi's eager eye took in the |
whole Of hi: position. Desperate
What will he say, what will those men |
do, who have been taunted with being
holiday soldiers on the payemenis Of
St. Louis.
Soldiers. your war.cry is Fremont /
and the Union. Dpw saber, by the /
right flank, quick troi, march
His voice, shill aDd intense, pierre
ed every heart, and as those bright
swords glitlered in the sunshine and
the little band sped TO their deadly |
work, ] wonder not that Lucy Dudly's
brown mare kept her place, as eager
as her mistress TO do gallant work.
That battle will always burn on the
pages Of history. and ] need write
none Of its details here; only this |
much that everywhere, helping off tie
wounded, handing weapons, doing any
thing, everything that cool head and
steady hand could 60, was Lucy l]ud.
". At last the day was onrs and a.
Lagonyi gathered the remnant OF his
force about him, he shrank back, for
be could not count the dead, and il
.ook no, long 10 number the living -
Where was Lucy Dudlyi Hardly one
1f those bloody, blackened faces, but
could tell Of some good deed that she
lid for them during those long dread
Tul hours. Even while they were
speaking Of her she came in sight, not
now mounted on her brown mare, but
instead the mare was harncssed 10 4
market wagon, ard its broad bottom
was covered with wounded soldiers
She vas walking beside il, holding the
'eins, looking fearially pale and tired;
or, now the excitement was past. her
somanhood was uppermoss, and her
,nly care was to help the wounded
md comfort the dying. They knew
he was taking their suffering com
AIDES 10 the shelter oi her own home,
md NOT man from The major dosn- (
Yards but would have been eager 10
.scors her, but she refused them all