The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-07-25

treading one smother down a. they Hy;
their banners, spears horses and men tos.
sed together IN inextricable confusion.
By thousands they rush into the shad-
ow Of the pass, their dark faces Redeemed
with the heated blaze 81 -musketry. The
cayerns Of the ravipe send back the roar
Of the panic, and the gray rocks are
washed with their blood.
But the little band who pursues this
army-who are heyf You may see in
their firm, heroic ranks the volunteer
costume Of Illinois and Kentucky. At
their head, urging his men with shouts,
rides the gallant Mckee; by his side
yonpg Henry Clay, that brosd forehead
which reminds you OF his father, bathed
in the glare, as his sword quivers on high
ere it falls 10 kill. There, too, n wild
figure, red with his own blood and the
blood OF his Mexican foes, his uniform
rent in tatters,his shoulders striking ter
rible blows with his good sword-Rardin
OF Illinois-came calamity forward.
The small but iron band hurl the Mex
icsns from the height in the ravine, and
follow up the chase far down into the eter.
nal twilight OF that mountain pass.
Look! AZ their musketry streams its
steady blaze, you would think that a cease.
less sheet Of lightning bathed these rocks
IN famed
Over the Mexicans, meh and horses
hurried back in wild disorder the Amer
leans dash on their way, never needing
the overwhelming numbers Of their foes,
never needing the FACILITATING forms be-
meath their feet, with bayonet and sword
they press steadily on, their we'll known
banner ever streaming overhead.
The howl oil the dying war horse-hark!
Does it not chill your heart to
hear III The horrible cry Of the wound.
ed man, with the horses hoof upon his
mouth, ,rsmpling bis face 10 hideous
wreck-does 1t not sicken yonE soul 10
hear il?
A hundred yards or more into the paas
the Americans had penetrated, when sud.
denly q young Mexican, rushing back,
opens their ranks, raises the fallen asg OF
AIahauac and dashes 10 death.
To see him, young and beardless, a
very boy, rush with his countrys flag
with barred breast upon that line Of sharp
steel-it was sight to sur towards into
MANHOOD, and It shot into Mexican hearts
like an electric fame.
Even in their panic stricken disorder
they rallied BY hundreds, they grasped
arms and rolled into one long wave Of Ian.
ces and bsyonets upon the foe. Woe TO
the brave men OF Illinois and Kentucky!
Locked in that deadly pas, a wall Of In
Mexicans between them and that
wall OF rocks, above their heads, through
every aperture among the cliff, the blaze
Of muskets pouring 3 shower Of bullets
in their faces-whenever they turned the
long and deadly lance pointed at their
throats-it Eas moment 10 think once
Of home-and die.
Those who survived that fearful mo.
ment tell with shudderipg triumph the
deeds Of three heroes-McKee, Hardin
and Clay.
Mckee, you see yonder with bis shat
tered sword dripping with blood he en-
deayors 10 ward Of ihose deadly lances,
and fights on his knees when he can
60 IL H.. az aarnhat-
stAnd no Ionsel' Inu .ne me- sue ~ L;.,
anus eiose over nun A"u '"u 'ee "A
no more. L..u .t.,.,,b
hsf9in aLote Lfom nsa " ,asu T..
hideous lance wounds, and waved q
Mexican Gag in triumph, Us his life
blood rushes In . torrent over his mus.
eular form. Then tiinging his captured
nag 10 oto.ner Soi9'eI 5 o'e W.,
her u: q memoriIi o. bosuI 1Tasn
NY we! ~ ss MS -. r1,Ss - -
ms oIfeG pteA, .ne !uiJ " '1 II 49,,
ana the h9t.S 1ooi' 'iAiupen H'1N -'S
Inc heap Oh tne ueau
Bot most sad, and yet most glorious OF
all, was % see the death Of the second
Henry Clay. =,
You should have seen him, with his
back against yonder rock, his sword
grAsped firmly as the consciousness: that
be bore name that ~ m1st not die ingloII
rIously, seemed to ell his every vein, and
dart deadly hre from his eyes. -,
At that time he looked like the old
man. yu !.
For his brow, high and retreaung, WIN
The blood-cloitsd hair waving back from
the outline, was sWollen In every vein a.
though bis soul shoue from Il ere II ned
forever. Lips eel, brow. knit hands
irm-a circle Of men fighting round
him, he dashed into the MeIicans until
his seord was wet and his arms weary
with blood.
Aillast, with his thigh spiln'efeo oy .
ball, he gathered hi. proud form TO lts
full height and tell: -hs lace ashy win
intense agony, be bads his comrades 70
leave him there 70 die; That FAVine
should be the bed OF his glory.
Bu, gIlSssee v siT1ra 1 ~ H. aa