Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1863-07-03

can do u, and hls name 10 ZacHARY TAYLoR.'
Il was o dark hour, when this boy, and thli
General, both appointed at the suggestion or By
the voice Of the man Of the Hermitage, met ID
the battleof Resaca de- la Palma.
BY the bfsxe Of cannon, and beneath the
canopy Of battie-smoke, We will behold the
Injecting. .G% .5iuT
log"Cap,ain May, you must take that battery"
As the old man uttered these words, he point.
cd far across the ravine With his sword. Il was
hke o glare Of Q voloano-the steady blaze OF
that battery, pouring from the darkness of the
chsppaRel. iG ~ -
Before him, summoned by bis command from
the rear, rose the form Of o splendid soldier
whose hair wavering In long masses, swept his
broad shoulders, while bis beard fell over bis
muscular chest Hair and beard as dark as
midnight, framed determined face, surmouut.
cd by Q small cap glittering With single gold.
en- tassel. The young warrior bestrode mag
lnihcent charger. broad 10 the chest, small in
the head, delicate In each slender limb, and
with the nostrils quiverlug az though they eho.
forth jets Of fame. That steed was black as
death. ,s,.
| Without word the soldier turned his men
i Eighty-fouR forms with throats and breasts
bafe, eighty .four battle horses. eiRhty-four ga.
ores tnat rose IN the cIu.cn OF naked arms and
flashed their ligh.uing over eighty four faces,
knit In every feature with b,ttIe-fre.
"Men, folloaw shouted the young command.
or. who bad been created soldier BY the hand
of Jackson, as his tall form rose In the stir
rups, and the battie.bseess played In his long
black hair. y EslI e a
There vas no response In words, but Won
should have seen those horses quiver bensath
the spur, and spring and launch away. DOWN
upon the sod with one terrible beat came the
sound OF their hoofs, while through the sirrose
In elittering circles those battle scimitars!
Four yards In front rode May, himself and
horse the object of Q thousand eyes, 90 certain
was the death shat gloumed before him. Psoudly
lin his Warrior beauty, he backed that tteed, his
hair flowing beneath his cap In massy curls upon
The wind.
He turns his head, hIs men see his face, knit
In the LIP and woven in the brow-ihey feel the
Gre Of his eses--they hear, not men forward
but men jalloD, and away, like an immense
battle engine, composed Of eighty-fou men and
horses, woven together BY swords--away and on
them dash.
| They near the ravine; old Taylo, follows
them, With hushed breath, aye, clutching bic
Sword hiltj he sees the golden tlsssl Of May
cleaning In the cannon fash. rsgg
They arc on the verge Of the ravlne, May
meath him, with colossal leaps, when from
among the cannon starts up half-clad figure
red With blood and begrimmed with powder.
Il Is Rldgely, who to-day has sworn to wear
she mantle Of Ringgold, and to year It we'll!
A. once his eyes catch the lighs nos blsSlng
in the eyes Of May, and, springing 20 the can.
pon, he ehouts; tIr ..
pons moment. my comrades! and I will
draw Sheir Hre!"
The word Is not passed from his lips, when
bis cannon speak out to the battery across the
rsvine. His fash. bis smoke have not gone,
when bark! Did you hear that storm Of copper
balls clatter against his cannon--dld you see
is dig the earth beneath the hoofs Of Mays
aquadron7 1
"Men, followp Do you sse that {, 90 al an.
ing With battlef;e, thatsci mi,ar outing lie gilt
teripg circle in the arr T'hose men can hold
heir shouts no longer. Rendlpg the cir with
cries--hark! The whole army echo thsm--lhey
strike their epurs, and worried into madless,
their horses wnirl on, aud t1onder away 10 the
deadly ravine. -I. e..
The old man, Taylor. oaid after ths battle,
tta es never felt HI aeets beat as 1t did then.
| Fur II was glotioua sight to see that yoang
man, May, at the head OF his squsdion, daAhing
soross the ravine four yards ir adyknoe Of hia
foremost man, while long and dark behind him
was stretched the solid line Of warriors and
their fiery steeds.
| Through the windows OF the clouds sone
CLEANS Of sunlight fsll--they light the golden
sassel Of the cap, they glitter on the upra!sed
sword, they illuminate the dark horse and bile
rider with their warm glow, they reveal the
battery, You cit aboye tbs farther bank of
the ravine, frowning death from the muszle.
Nearer and nearer, up ant on! Never heed