The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-02-16

An iron shower of round shot and
grape shells and rockets. with a tenn
pest of conical rifle bullets, whizze(
past our ears, OF tore through horse
and men, and down they went OF
right and left at every stride.
Struck on the breast with shell
! the gallant Nolan fell back on his sad
die with
AwILD AND NARROWING CRY,
As his horse swept round and bore hi
body to the rear, with his feet still il
the stirrups, vindicating, even in death
his reputation as one of England's no
blest horsemen.
Man after man, horse otter horse, ART
now going down thick and fast, an6
shrieks and prayers and curses rise to
gether to heaven; but the rest close il
from the flank, and firmer, denser
ilder and more resolute than ever We
ride the race of death"
On and on Yet, stee6s snorting. lance.
rising and falling, pennons fiuttering,
and sabers flashing in the sunshine.
STEADY, lads. steady!" cried Lone
Beverly, as another shower of grape
tore through the squadrons, and many
more went down, though come OF the
horses remained riderIess in the ranks,
and galloped mechanically on. For
moment, amid the Confusion saw the
Colonel for the last time as he led us
that noble heart, that polished gentle
man and gallant lancer. He was dead
ly pale, for he was mortally wounded
in the left side. His lifsblood was eb-
bing, but his sword was still uplifted,
and light was flashing in his eyes,
which already could see the ''glcries
and the terrors of the unknown
world"
"Close up, gentlemen and comrades
Keep your horses well in hand; but
spur on-charge, and charge home
Hurrahr'
A ball hummed pasta twenty four
pound shot, apparently-and where
was Lionel Beverleyl
Doubled up-a dead and CHASTITY
heap under a dying and maDgled
charger. rhe next who fell was my
friend Wilford. Ifhe was somewhat of
ADANDY IN ENGLAND,
There was no want of pluck In him
here. Leading his troop, he fell close
by me, and leaped my horse over him
as he rolled past, churning a mouthful
of grass and earth, his features awfully
convulsed, and his limbs trembling in
their death agony. Poor Fred. Viii
ford.
On and yes on! Many familiar
face is gone now; the gaps are fearful,
and men who were on the flanks, now
find themselves in the center.
On we still galloL toward the mouth
of fire-on, and fearlessly. The bes;
blood of the three Kingdoms is in our
ranks, all well and nobly mounted, the
fUwer of our noble cavalry-on yet
like a whirlwind the heavy British
"Hurrah! hurrah. hurrah!" ringing in
our etrs; the hearts blood seems
mounting to the brain-and now we
a g upon them. Now the red flashing
muzzles of the cannon are passed; the
gunners are throwing themselves under
the wheels and timbers, where we cut
them down, and spear or pin them to
the turf. Others are rushing for shelter
to their squares of infantry, under
whose rifles they lie fiat and securely,
while sheets of lead are tearing through
us.
Oh, the superlative bitterness of
that moment. when, with all our
horses blown, look back and see that
we are without supportsl
1i.e guLs are taken - the gunners
almost snnihila,e'i our hor.es srp
breathless. We have no aid, aud no
resource but to ride back. under such
a concentrated fire as troops were new
er exposed to.
Its all up-threes about - retiref'
A single trumpet feebly gives the
call and away we go.
Shot in the heart, perhaps my
Arab steed sank down gently beneath
me; but received severe blow from
something, l know not what = the
splinter of q shell, probably, which
crushed my lancer cap, and almost
stunned me. must have remounted
mechanically, for when We hacked
OUR WAY BACK,
and reached the rear, / was riding 9
bay horse of the Eleventh Hussars
the saddle and holsters of which wert
Shiny with blood. The horse fell will
me soon aft.r, as it had been disem
boweled by a grapeshot.
OF all those glorious regiments who
formed the Light Brigade there cam'
back but one hundred and ninety
eight men; many of these were wound
ed and many dismounted; and wheI
the rolls were called at nightfall, /
was found that one hundred and fifty
seven were dead, one hundred ant
nineteen were wounded, and thre'
hundred and thirty fine horses wer'
killed, leaving more than one hundre,
and thirty dragons unaccounted for
| / had not the heart to to number tn
forty men who represented the tw'
squadrons which followed Lionel Be
verify. There on the greensward o
that Valley of Death lay our gallan
Colonel, cut in two by a round shot
Travers, torn to pieces by grape shot
Serriven, slain by three lance wounds
Howard, 'the only son of bis mother
and she was a widow Frank Joce
Ign, our old Sergeant-Mayor. and al
incredible number of others killed
The flower of our lancers were there
and among them my faithful follower
Pitblado, with a rifle bullet in his leg
Hot, breathless. stif, sore, and GOV
cred with bruises, l now discovers
that in the melee-thouph WAS mr.