The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1878-08-06
Death Of Young Henry Clay.
By GEORGE L1ffAnD.

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4 n VINO noar thu setting or the sun.
when the men Of Palo Alto, Resaca de.
Ia Palma and Monterey saw the clouds
come down on the charge Of Buena Vis-
ia, that splendid scene, worthy Of the
days OF Washington, closed the day in
glory. q = S 1saa
Do you behold that dark ravine, deep
sunken between those precipitous banks :
Here no sunlight comes, for the walls Of
rock wrap up the pass in eternal twilight.
Withered trees grow between masses of
granite, and scattered stone make the
bed of the fayiHe uzcessSIE md dizI1cdls
for the tread. . * Z
Hark! That cry, that rushes like q
mountain torrent bursting it's barriers,
and quick as the lightning flashes from
darkness, the dismal ravine is bathed in
battle light. From Its northern extrem-
ity a confused band OF Mexicans, an
army in itself. came yelling along the
pass. treadinc one another down As they
fly; their banners, spears, horses and
men tossed together in inextricable con-
fusion.
{ Rv thousands thew rush into the shad.
ow of the nass their DARK faces redden.
ed with the heated blaze Of musketrv.--
The cayerns Of the rayine send hack the
roar Of the manic and the eray rocks are
washed with their blood.
But the lislle hand who pursues this
army--who are thew? You NAV see in
their firm. heroic ranks the volnntee,
costume of Illinois and Kentucky. al
their head. uroino his men with shouts
rides the Gallant Mckee: -by his side
vonno Henry Clav that hroad forehead
which reminds Won Of his father. bathed
in the Glare. as his sworn ouiyers on
high ere Il falls to kill. There. too. Z
wild figure, red with his Q wn blood and
the blood OF his Mexican foes, his uni.
form rent ia tatters, his shoulders stri
king terrible blows with his good sword
Hardin, Of illinois came gallantly
forward. sso s Fsn IS.
The small but iron band hurl the Mex
leans from the heightin the ravine, ant
follow up the chase far down into tht
eternal twilight of that mountain pass
Look! AS their mnsketry streams it
steady blaze, you would think that
ceaseless sheet of lightning bathed thes,
rocks in flames!
Over the Mexicans, men and horses
hurried back in aad disorder the Amer
leans dash on their way, never needing
the overwhelming numbers Of their foes
never needing the palpitating forms be
meath their feet, with bayonet and SWORD
they press steadily on, their well knowr
banner ever streaming overhead.
The howl of tha dying war-horse-
bark Does IL not chill yeur blood tt
hear it The horrible cry of the woun
ded man, with the horses hoof upon hi
mouth, tramping his face to q hideous
| wreck-does it not sicken your soul t
hear it2
a hundred Yards or moro into IN,
| mass the Americans had penetrated vbe,
suddenly Young Mexican, rushing back
opens their ranks. raises the fallen AZ,
of Alahansc and dashes to death.
To see him. Young and beardless.
yerr how. rush with his countrv's ia,
with bared breast nnon that line of sharl
stael-it was : s;oht 70 stir 20 wards in,,
manhood and f shot into Mer;ca,
hearts like an electric flame. e
| Even in tho;r nanic stricken d;eorde,
they rallied by hundreds. they graspetl
arms and rolled into one long wave o
Ilances and Ibavonevs uuon the foe. Wo
| to the brave men of Illinois and Ken
tuckv. Locked in that deadly pass.
wall Of infu,iated Mexicans betwee
them and that wall Of rocks. above thei
heads. throuoh every apertura anon
the cliffs. The blaza Of mnskets nourin.
a shower Of bullets in their faces-when
ever they turned the long and deadl
lance nointed at their throats-it was
moment to think once ~ bome-an,
, d;s
Those who survived that fearful me
ment tell witb ahndderinc trinmnb n
deeds ~ three haroes-HcKae Hard;
and CLAW 'i9
McKse von $50 vonSar With b;a eba,
torad sword dr;nn;no With blood be az
dosvors 10 ward nfr fbose deadly Isncse
! and f;obta IN bia knees when he "a
stond no ioncor and ,hon Tho connie
snts s,ns clnse i oysr him and Won sea him :
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ueous M 'anS VInuS, ana Issou ,:e
p,e meAi9an na ~ alumpn, % ..s in'
,s u ssa T.an ~ 'Sss a.. oIS -. NO ,.a nu'
s a.a. -. - L...t aen h sr: n.s :aPSu.e !
as = memorial of Buena VISTA M
wifer' n was his last words JJno
| his hared breast the furv of ten lance
, and the horses' hoofs tramned him inf
/ the hean Of the dead
j But most sad. and vet most olorior
of all. was to see the death Of The se,
j ond Henry Clav 7i'3I'1 q.
You shonld have seen him with n
hack aoainst vondar rock hts svvn,
prasped firmly as the Consciousness N,
he bore name that must not die inol,
riouslv seemed to fiji his every vein an
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