Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-06-14

told everything They surrounded the
roani, HagonRii olaaz Eaice ordered those
inside TO surrender, while at the same mo-
ment the ffer gave on exultant
uYankee Dooale's come 70 town, Yankee Doodle
Dandy"
Armstrong saw the trap and fired his
revolver, hitting the gray-haired old grand
mother leyeling her to the ground No
body noticed the shot excepting Tommy,
and as he held her bleeding head on his
knees, he never shed a tear; but he is now
on one Of Commodore Foote'S gunboats as
powder-monkey, and he never hands a
charge bus be thinks Of that terrible hour.
One or two on 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, Zagonyi must take the prisoners
with him, for men could not be spared 20
guard them, and as they were all 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 the town. They did not understand
her hurried nervous directions, and she
started as ifto 90 with themi then she re-
membered her dying mother, and drew
back, calling Tommy from the sufferers
side 10 take the place in her stead.
But the dying woman's faint voice stop
ped her "You 60, Lucy be might make
a mistake; he will take care ofme, and we
viii keep the old flag flying
The reserve in the lane by 2agonyis or
der had already come up, and BHcy only
stayed to kiss the pale lips and precious
faee. 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 path, where, according to Armstrong;
talk she knew the willy foe were hidden.
Il was the very spot zagonyi wished to be
in, anA she had saved him a long stretch of
dangerous road. Then she fell back to the
rear, just as Zag0uYi's eager eye took in
the whole Of his position Desperatel !
What will he say, what viii those men do,
who have been taunted with being holiday
soldiers on the pavement of st. Louis?
g Soldiers, your war cry is Fremont and
the Union. Draw sabsr, by the right flank,
quick trOt, march"
His voice, shrill and intense pierced eve
~ heart, and as those bright swords gilt
tered 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 gall
liant work. That battle viii always burn
on the pages Of history, and need write
none Of its details here; only this much:
that everywhere, helping off the wounded,
handing weapons, doing everything that
cool head and 3 steady hand could do, was
Lucy Dudly.
At last the day was ours, and as Zagonyi
gathered the remnant Of his force about
him, he shrank back, for he could not count
the dead, and it took not long to nuRber the
living. Where was Lucy Dudly2 Hardly
one Of those 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, not now mounted on her
brown mare, but instead the mare was har-
messed with a market wagon, and its broad
bottom was covered with wounded SOL
diers. She was walking beside it, holding
the reins, looking fearfully pale and tired
for, now the excitement was passed, her
wOmanhood was uppermost, and her only
care was to help the wounded and comfort
the dying. They knew she was taking
their suffering comrades to the shelter Of
her own home, and not man, from the Ma
jor dowAwards, but Wonld have been eager
to escort her, but she refused them all; and
when the Major pressed the matter, she
told them she knew the way better than
they did, and was safe enough alone. They
gathered around her they called her all
noble, heroic names, such as men use in
moments Of elevation Of soul; but she
looked surprised, and answered almost
eoldly
Why shouldn't do what could my
grandmother did more at Bunker Hill, and
her husband died at Concord
They bent low before her as she turned
away, and not one Of those strong-hahded-
German fellows viii ever forget the woman
who fought side BY side with them at the
battle Of Springfield. Home she went to
find the old mother dead, and the children
hiding from retreating rebels; but the
flag still waved, and as the poor, pale fell
lows in the cart caught sight Of its blessed
folds, they gave a feeble shout, touching in
its weakness.
All through the winter she nursed and
fed that houseful Of sufferers, and as one
after another grew strong and left her, all
she asked Of them was that they would
strike manly blows for their country, and
keep always the noble War-ery Of Zagongi,
g the Union and Fremont close to their
hearts. thank God for that woman; no
Dudly that ever won spurs in the olden
days had brayer or more loving heart than
hers.