The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-02-22

blood of the three Kingdoms is in on.
I ranks, all we'll and nobly mounted, the
flower OF our gallan: csvalry-on ye,
like a whirlwind. the heavy British
"Hurrah hurrah hurrah ringing
in our ears; the hearts blood seemed
mounting 10 the brain. aud now We are
upon them Now the red flashing
nuzzles of the cannon are passed: tl.e
gunners are throwing themselves under
! the wheels and timbers, where we cut
them down aud spear or pin them to
the turf. Others are rushing for shell
ter 20 their squares of infantry. under
whose rifles they lie fiat and securely,
while sheets of lead arc tearing through
u.s.
Oh, the super lative bitterness Of that
moment. when, with all our horses
blown, l look back aud see that We are
without supports.
The guns are tsken-the gunners al
most annihilated our horses sre breath
less. We have no aid. and no resource
but to ride back. under such a copcen-
trated fire as troops were never before
exposed to.
Its ell up-three about-retire
A signle trumpet feebly gives the
call, and away We go.
Shot in the heart, perhaps-my Arab
steed sank down gently beneath me
bnt received severe blow from some
thing. l know not what--the splinter
of shell. probably. which crushed my
lancer cap. aud almost stunned me. l
must have remounted myself mechan.
ically. for when we hacked our way
back and reached the rear was riding
q bay horse of the Eleventh Hussars,
the saddle and holsters of which were
Shiny with blood. The horse fell with
me soon after. as i: had been disembow-
eled by grape-shot.
OF all these glorious regiments who
formed the Light Brigade there came
back but 1913 men; many of these were
wounded and many dismountsd; and
wher the rolls were called over at night
fall, it was found that l57 were dead,
1l9 were wounded. and that $50 fine
horses were killed, leaving moro than
l30 dragons unaccounted for.
had not the heart to number the 40
men who represented the two squad
rons which followed Lionel Beverly.
There; on the green swsrd OF that val
ley Of death. lay our gallant Colonel.
cut i'll two by . round shot, Travers,
torn to pieces by q grape shot: Scriven.
slain by three lance wounds; Howard,
1.-The only son Of his mother. aud she
was q widow" Frank Jocelyn, our old
sergeant major. and an incredible num-
bers Of others killed. The flower of our
lancers were there. and among them my
faithful follower, Pitblado. with rifle
bullet in his leg
Hot, breathless. stifi, sore. and COW
cred with bruises. now discovered in
the melcc-though l was unconscious
of having struck . blow--there were. at
least. twenty notches in the blade of my
sword. that had received three very
severe lance prods two sword cuts, and
that my uniform was torn to rsgs.
When we halted to girth up threw
myself on the rich grass Of the valley.
aud, taking off my battered lancer cap,
felt the cool breeze most grateful IS 1t
came from the distant sea. Then bur-
led my face among the verdure, less for
coolness than from excess of weakness,
and to hide the sorrow that consumed
Ine for the losses We had sustained.
From distance came the cheers Of
the Heavy Brigade. avenging US r.
completing the work we had beg.u.
Then the fierce excitement the devil
that had possessed me-passed away.
and thought only Of the dying and
dead.