Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1878-02-01
Taking it COOlly.

Some of many instances of extraor-
binary GOODNESS in the midst of danger
and otherwise that have been recorded
are here offered to our readers, together
with some amusing sayings and doings.
When gallant Ponsonby lay previously
wounded on the field of Waterloo he
forgot his own desperate plight while
watching an encounter between a couple
of French lancers and one of his own
men, cut off from his troop. As the
Frenchmen came down upon Murphy,
he, using his sword as if it were
shillelagh, knocked their lances altern-
ately aside again and again. Then sud-
denly setting spurs to his horse, he gal
loped off at full speed, his eager foes
following in hot pursuit, but not quite
neck and neck. Wheeling roun | at
exactly the right moment the Irishman,
rushing at the foremost fellow, parted
his lance and struck him down. The
second, pressing on to avenge his COM
rade, was cut through diagoually by
Murphy's sword, falling to the earth
without cry or groan; while the victor,
scarcely glancing at his handiwork, trot-
ted off whistling "The Grinder"
Towards the close of the fight Of
Inkermann, Lord Raglan, returning
from taking leave of General Strang-
ways, met a sergeant carrying water for
the wounded. The sergeant drew him
self up to salute, when a round shot
came bounding over the hill, and
knocked his forage cap out of his hand.
The man picked it up, busted it on his
knee, placed it carefully on his head and
made the salute, not muscle of his
countenance moving the while. GA
neat thing that, my man p said Lord
Raglan. eyes, my lord, returned the
sergeant, with another salute, "but a
miss is as good as a mile" The COM
mander was probably not surprised by
such an exhibition of sang frOid, being
himself good that way. He was badly
hurt at Waterloo, and says the Prince Of
Orange, who was in the hospital, CT
was not aware of the presence of Lord
Fitzroy Somerset until 1 heard him call
out in his ordinary tone, Halo don't
carry that arm away until I have taken
OF my ringp Neither wound nor oper-
alton had extorted groan from his
lips" l fs.0
The Indian prides himself upon taking
good or i'll in the quietest of ways, and
from tale told in Mr.. MARSHALL S
canadian Dominion" his civilized
half brother would seem to be equally
Unconditional. Thanks mainly to GER
tain Metis or half-breed in the service of
the Hudson Bay Company, Sioux war;
rior was found guilty of stealing horse,
and condemned to pay the animals value
by installments atone of the company's
forts. On paying the last installment he
received his quittance from the man who
had brought him to justice, and left the
Office. A few months later the Sioux
returned. advanced on his noiseless moe
casins within q pace of the writing table
leveled his musket full at the half breeds
head. Just as the trigger was pulled
the Metis raised the hand with which he
was writing and touched lightly the
muzzle of the gun; the shot passed over
his head, but his hair was singed off in O
broad mass. The smoke clearing away
the Indian was amazed to see that his
enemy still lived. The other looked
him full in the eyes for an instant ant
quietly resumed his writing. The In
dian silently departed unpursed, those
who would have given chase being stop
ped by the half-breed with, SEQ bacl
to your dinner and leave the affair tt
me"
When evening came, a few whites
curious to see how the matter would end
accompanied the Metis to the Souix en-
campment At certain distance b.
babe them wait, and advanced alone t.
the Indian tents. Before one of thes
sat crouched the baffled savage, singin
his own death-hymn to the tom-tom. Ell
complained that he must new say good
bye to wife and child, to the sunlight
to his gun and the chase. He told hi
friends in the spirit-land to expect hir
that night, when ne would bring ther
all the news of their tribe. He swun
his body backwards and forwards as b
chanted his strange song, but neve
once looked up-not even when his fo
spurned him with his foot. He onl
sang on, and awaited his fate, Then til
half breed bent his head and spat dow
on the cronching Sioux, and turne
leisurely away-a crueller revenge tina
, if he had shot him dead. = Chamber
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