Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1878-10-26

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Of all. vas D. s~e the death Il the SC
ond Henry Clay.
Voc shOEli have .een him. With hIs
hark a~4Ias, yonder rO<rk. his sword
rrzsy~si frnly a. the consciousness tia,
ke bSre = n@Ese that must r0t dse IN
glorlsasly, seemed 10 fll his every vesn.
AID iart 3 daddy Ere from Ia. eyes.
Al that time be lo-okesi Ike the oil
man. For ki- brou. high and treat
ing. With the blo-si -clotsei hair waving
hack frou. the outline, ~as svolien IN
every veln as thOagh his soul sbone
from il ere il fed forever. LIps set.
brows knit, hands frm-a circle 81 men
fighting round him, he dashed iIto the
Mericans until his sword vas yet. and
his arms weary With blood.
At last, With his thigh splinterei by
q hall, he gathered hrs proud form 10
Its fall height and fell. HIS face sshy
with intense agony. he bade his com
ra.les 10 leave him there to die. That
ravine should lie the led OF his glory
But gathered around him q guard of
breasts Of steel, while two of his com
rades bore him along. These men OF
Kentucky fought round their fallen
nero, and. rs retreating step by step
they launched their swords and bayO-
nets into III. faces of their enemies,
said with every blow. Henry Clay"
1t was wonderful to see how that
name nerved their arms, and called n
smile to the face OF the dying hero.
How il would have made the old man
of Ashland throb to have heard his
name yelled as battle-cry down the
shadows OF that lonely pass.
Along the ravines and up the narrow
pass. The hero bleeds as they bear him
on, and tracks the way with his blood.
Faster and thicker swarm the Mexicans.
They see the circle around the fallen
man, even his face uplifted as smile
crosses its fading lineaments, and, like
q pack OF wolves seeming the forlorn
travelling at dead OF night, they came
bowling up the rock and charged the
devoted band with one dense mass of
bayonets!
Up and on! The light shines yonder
on the tempest rock Of the ravine. II
is the light Of setting sun. Old Tay-
lor's eyes are on that rock, and there
we will fight our way and die in the
old mans sight.
II was murderous way, that path up
the steep bank of tho ravine. Uttered
with dead, slippery with blood, it grew
blacker every moment with Mexicans,
and the defenders Of tho wounded
hero fell, one by one, into the chasm
yawning around.
At last they reached tho light, the
swords and baycnets glitter in the sight
OF the contending armies, and the
bloody contest rears toward the topmost
rock.
Then it was that. gathering up his
dying form--armed with supernatural
vigor-young Clay started from the
arms Of his supporters and stood with
outstretched hands in the light Of the
setting sun. It was a glorious sight
which we saw there amid the battle
clouds-Santa Anna's formidable army
hurled back into the ravine and gorge
by Taylor's little band. But q more
glorious thing it was to see that dying
man standing there for the last time in
the light Of that sun which shall never
rise for him again.
leave me-" he shrieked, as he fell
back on the sod, 81 must die, and I will
die here! Peril your lives no longer
for me! Go! There is work for you
yonderr'
The Mexicans crowded on, hungry
for blood. Even as he spoke their bay.
onets, glistening by hundreds, were
leveled at the Threats of the devoted
band. By the mere force Of their over
whelming numbers. they crushed them
back from the dying Clay.
Only one fingered, brave man, who
had known the chivalric soldier and
loved him long; he stood there, and ,
covered as he was with blood, heard
these last words:
"Tell my father how I died. and
give him these pistols"
Lifting his ashy face into the light,
he turned his eyes upon his comrades
face. placed tho pistols in his hands
and fell back to his death.
Tho comrade, with tho pistol in his
grasp, fought his way alone to tho top
most rock Of the path, only once look
ing back. He saw . shivering form
oanopied by bayonets. He saw those
outstretched arms graphing with points
OF steel. He saw . face once lifted in
the light, and then darkness rushsd on
tho life Of young Henry Clay.
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