The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1878-06-08

yOnder the blaze of musketrv.
showering the iron hail upon his
band, beneath his horsess feet the
deadly cannon and the gLastly
corpse, still that young soldier
riots on: for Taylor has said, 81
!ence that battery, and he will do
it.
The Mexicans are driven from
their guns their cannon are 81.
fenced, and Nays heroic band.
scattered among the mazes of the
chaparTal, are entangled in a wall
OF bayonets. Once more the com
bat deepens, and dyes the soil in
blood. Hedged in by that wall Of
steel, May gathers eight of his
men aud hews his way back to-
ward that battery. AS his charger
rears. his sword circles above ms
head, and sinks blow after blow
IN the foemen's thrOats: To the
left a shout was heard the Ameri
cans, led on by Graham, and
Pleasantor, and Windship, have
sllenced the battery there, while
the whole fury of the Mexican ar
my seems concentrated to crush
May and his band.
AS he went through their lock-
ed ranks so he comes back. Every
where his men know him bv his
hair, waving in dark masses, his
tinseiled cap, his sword-they
know it too, and wherever it falls,
hear the gurgling groan OF mortal
agony.
Back to the captured cannon
he cuts his way, and on the brink
OF a ravine beholds a sight that
fires his blood.
A solitary Mexican stands
there, reaching forth his arm in all
the frenzy of a brave manss des.
pair; he entreats his countrymen
to turn, to man the battery once
more and hurl its fury on the foe.
They shrink back appalled, before
the dark horse and its rider, May!
The Mexican, a gallant young
man, whose features can hardly
be distinguished on account of
the blood which covers them,
while his rent uniform testify to
his deeds in that days carnage,
clenches his hand, as he filings his
curse in the face of his flying
conntrymen, and then, lighted
match i'll hand, springs to the can
non.
A moment and it's fire will scat
ter ten American soldiers in the
dust.
| Even as the brave Mexican
bends near the cannon, the dark
charger with one tremendous leap
is there, the sword of May is cir
cling over his head.
"Yield !" shouted the voice,
which only a moment ago, when
rushing to death, said-sCOMEv
} The Mexican beheld the gal
liant form before him, and hand.
[ ed Captain May his sword.
"General LIE Vega is a prison
} er 70 he said, and stood with told
ed arms, among the mangled
corpses Of his soldiers.
You may see May deliver his
prisoner into the charge of the
brave Lieut.. Stephens, who, when
} Inge fell, dashed bravely on.
Then would you look for May
once more, gaze through that
wall Of bayonets, beneath that
gloomy cloud, and behold him
crashing into the whirlpool of the
! fight, his long hair, his sweeping
beard, and sword that never for
an instant stays its lightning ca.
reer, making him look like the
J Embodied Demon of this battle
day.
In the rear of the battlebehold this
picture. Where May dashed
like thunderbolt from his side,
General Taylor in his familiar
}, brown coat still remains. Near
s, him, gazing on the battle will
interest keen as his own stood
> his brother soldier Twiggs. They
Z have followed with flashing eyes
Q the course of May they have
seen him charge. and seen hi
men and courses hurled~ back il
e their blood, while still they thun
t. der on. At this moment th,
e brave La Vega is led into tn
IS presence of Taylor, his arms fol
: ded across his breast, land his eye
h fixed upon the the ground.
- AS the Doblelearted Genera
expressed his SORROW that the ca
tiye's fate has fallen on one \
$, brave as in obedience to the COZ
re mand Of Twiggs. the soldiers IL
( !; ranged i'll the battle order, salt
IT ted the prisoner with presente
at arms, there rushing to the seem
le the form of May, mounted on h
is well known charge.
II " General, you told me TO 3
re- lence that battery, / have dor