The tribune. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1876-03-22

That ride blaze, flashing through the
mist, Is the first shot of the battle day
OF Germantown. And that dead man.
flung along the porch in all the ghastIi.
ness of sudden deatli.cold and stiff
there, while his sister awakes from her
sinless sleep to pray for him, three thou
sand miles q&aG.is the first dead man
Of that day of horror .
They break from the folds of the mist,
the men of Brandywine-foot soldiers
and troopers come laundering up the
bull. God of Battles, what scene
The whole road, further than the eve
could see, further than the ear could
hear, crowded by armed men, htrrying
over Chestnut hill, hurrying along the
valley between Chestnut hill and Mount
Airy, sweeping up the hill of Aliens
house, rushing onward in one dense
column, with the tail form of Sullivan at
their shead, while the war shout of
Anthony Wayne is borne along by the
morning breeze. There, rising from
rank to rank, speeding from battalion to
battalion, from column TO column, a
form of majesty sweeps by, mounted on
steed OF iron gray, waving encourage
ment to the men, while every lip repeats
the whisper, and every heart beats at
the sound, echoed like a word of magic
along the lines: "There he rides-how
grandly his form towers in the mist; it's
Washington-it's Washington - and the
whole army take up the sound" 1t is
Washington !"
The descent was like the path of q
hurricane. The light of the breaking
day, streaming ,dimly through mist and
gloom, fell over the forms of the patriot
band as they swept down the hill, every
man with his musket ready for the
charge, every trooper with his sword
drawn, every eye fixed upon the shroud
of mist in front of their path, in the
vain effort to gaze upon the position of
the advance post. of the enemy a mile
. below, every heart throbbing wildly
with the excitement of the coming con-
test, and all prepared for the keen en-
oounter-the fight, hand to hand, foot
to foot, the charge of death, and the
sweeping hail Of the iron cannon ball
and the leaden bullet.
Sulllvan's men have passed, they are
down the hill, and you see them below
rank after rank disappearing in the pail
OF the enveloping mist. Here they
come band brave and true, a band
with Fcarred faces and sunburnt visages,
"AeAA haosou uiuShcsS huQ GaCLef60 aD-
parel, yet with true hearts and stout
hands. These are the men of Paoli
And there, riding in their midst, as
though his steed and himself were but
one animal-so well he backs that steed.
50 Like is the battle fever of horse, with
the waving name and glaring eye, to the
wild rage that stamps the warriors face
there in the midst Of the Men of
Paoh, rides their leader-..Mad Anthony
Waynel
And then his voiceZ-how it rings out
upon the morning air. rising above the
chatter Of arms and the tramp Of steeds,
rising In q mighty shout: son, boys,
On ] In moment we'1 have them. On,
comrades, on-and remember Paoi !"
And then comes the band with the
gallant Frenchmsn at their head; tine
brave Conway, brave though unfortu-
nate, also rushing wildly on, in the train
Of the hunt. Your eye sickens "A Won
gaze over file after file of brave men.
with mean apparel and neaner arms.
some half clad, others well nigh bare
foot, yet treading gayly over the finty
ground; some with fragments of a coat
on their backs, others without covering
for their heads, all marked by wounds,
all thinned by hunger and disease, vel
every man of them is firm, every hand
is true, ss it clutches the musket with
an eager grasp. 81.