The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1863-06-11
.Would 10 God that l had hundred

troops, elOpping spurs to their steeds.
charged with fearful fury.
I For o moment or so the militia tot.
tered and surged and struggled, and
then breaking fed in wild confusion,
thus leaving the devoted Killers wholly
unsupported. Morgan expected TO see
the lattor swept to the earth aud ridden
down like reeds before the tempest: but
even he did not know the Little ,Regi-
mcut In voice that wss clearly heard
above the din ofbattle, the elder Hitler,
as be raised himself to his full' height,
shouted out:
'Close up, lads, close upI Our flag!
Our flag foreverl'
Instantly he was Oncircled by his
sons, the heroalean exeftions Of whom
actually kept the whole force atbay.-
Determined, however, to take therebePs
stand, Tarleton's men ragged wildly
about their intended victims. Man and
horse sank to tho earth till at last their
bodies formed rampant behind which
the little regiment wounded and bleed
ing, fought like lions. Seeing at last
the sabres were useless, a British dra-
| COON now drewa pistol, and levelling il
at young John Hiller ho shot him
through the heart.
'0lose up, lands, close up! Our aagl
Our flag foreverl' again Numbered the
father, and the fearful circle was once
more serried and unbroken.
By this time Morgan had succeeded
in bringing up his regulars, and heading
them himself, he rushed to the rescue OF
the noble Killers. But alas. too late,-
A second ollhe Little Regiment fell--
then a thrd--and fourth-and fifth.
Back to back, Ned. Our flag fOrev-
er!' hoorsely commanded the elder Hil'
Ter, as he saw his Eth son fall at his
feet.
For while MorgOn's fierce assault
attracted Tarleton's men. Like tigers
did the patrioit commander with his
handful of men strive to cut their way
to the environed heroes 10 save them; but
fate had ordered il otherwise. and the
last son falling, the father was leitalono
in tho midst OF his relentless assailants.
Sill, however, the flag Aootod proud
ly abovo-the doomed hero, and still that
glorious sword swept below lis folds,
and still as frenzy took the place Of rsa.
son, Hitler shouted in wild, hoarse
tones:
Close up, lads. close .ppi Our aagl
Our flag forever.h
For moment the giant patriot raised
himself to his full height, whirled his
sword aloft, and delivered his last vengo.
full stroke among his enemies, one of
whom he Glove nearly TO the saddle
Such was the force Of the blow that the
blade snapped assunder, leaving only
the bilt in the hero's hand, who, casting
this from him, sprang up, seized the
starry banner that he had so long and
bravely defended, and convulsively
wrapping it around him, sunk beneath
q shower Of blows, exclaiming with a
dying voice;
'CIose up, lads, close up! Our aagl
Our flag forever
Unable to tear the Gag from obout the
fallen man, the British now turned their
attention 10 General Morgan, who after
desperate resistance was Obliged to
fly. In the course of the pursuit, how
ever, tho enemy fell into irretriovable
disorder, and ever on the alort, Morgan
taking advantage Of this, rallied his bro
ken force, snd charging The foe, routed
them, thus rcwiuniug The victory he had
so signally lost.
His first thought after the defeat o
the enemy turnod upon tho brave, bu
fated Killers, about the eldest Of whom
was still wrapped tho cOlors which hac
been committed to his care in the morn
ing, now riddled and torn with bullets
and soaked with the blood Of its cham
pions.
As Morgan gazod upon The silen
forms at his feet, tears gathered in hi!
eyes, and with the words. Bury tlem
side by side, and above all. don't ru
move the fiag floni about John; il is q
hero's shroud. and hero is in it, he
was about to turn away, when ono Of his
aids exclaimed:
He livesI ho Iivesp
The group therefore continued around
the dying, man who revived so far as tc
raise himself on to his elbow, and ex.
claim:
Close up, lads, close upl Our FLAG
Our fog forOver!'
This was his last effort, and spasmod
ically drawing his spanglcd and blood,
stained shroud closely around him, he
sank to the earth, q corpse.
B1- A married lady, walking through
tho Scott Legion camp, at FrOnkford,
with her husband, persisted in mistaking
overv rood lookinp Young soldier for hol