Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-07-07

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vault over the high sIoekade beyond
waa tho work m q moment for tn
athletic major aud In another To-
slant he had raised tho fallen DO.
tendehy from the ground, while say
Ing to the foremost soldier, In low
compressed tone OF u man weo meanl
what he says
lie Of with you !
And who the duce orc, you, ahovin
yer noso In where you ain't wanted
reared the iniuriated ruflian, 10 who's
eyes the majors plain evening dres'
bore no token that he was an officer
list you
The sentence was never finished
At tho sound Of that insolont de-
fauce, Armstrong; sorely tried pa
ticnco gave way altogether and the
powerful hand which had hcwn III
way through whole squadron Of
Sikh cavalry, fell like q sledge ham
mer upon his opponents face, dashins
him to tho glound as il he had been
blown from the mouth Of q gua.
Well done, Major Armstrong J.
shouted Mr.. Currie from above. You
deserve your namo and no mistake
At that formidable name, the soldl'
or took to his heels at once and
Armstrong, without even looking at
his PROSTATE antagonist, proceeded to
tho hurts Of the boy.
The latter was sorely bruised in
many places, and the blood was trick
ling freely over his swarthy face but
the little hero still did his best to
stand erect, and to keep down every
sign of the pain which he was en-
during.
You're a brave lad, aud you'll make
a soldier some day, said the major to
him in Hindoostanee. Come with
me, III see that no one molests you
again.
The lad seized the huge brown hand
which had defended him so bravely,
and kissed it with the deepest rever.
ence and the two walked away to-
gether.
Six months have come and gone,
and Mr. Currie's hospitable home
presents a very different spectacle.-
The pretty garden is trampled into
dust and mire. and the bodies of men
and horses are lying thick among the
fragments OF the half destroyed stock
ade.
All the windows of the house are
blocked up. and through the loophol'd
walls peer the muzzles of ready rifles
how steady the besieged gar
rison stands at bay against the count
less enemies, whose dark, fierce faces
and glittering weapons are visible
amid the half ruined building and
matted thickets all around. The Seroy
mutiny of 1857 is blazing sky high
over Northern India, and Colonel
is blockaded in Hu'tee-
Bagb, with a certainty OF a hideous
death for himself and every man Of
the few who ore still true to him, un-
less help come speedily.
Day was just breaking, when two
men held whispered counsel in one OF
tie upper rooms.
No fear of the water running short,
said Major Armstrong. but even upon
half rations the food will be out in
four dsys more.
And then we'll Just 60 right at
them, and cut our way through or
die tor it +! growled the old colonel,
with grim smile, on his iron face,
for, with all his harShness and in
Justice, Colonel Annesley was grit to
the backbone. We mustn't say any
thing to them about it, though, added
be with a side glance at Mr.. Currie,
who, standing in the farther corner,
was anxiously watching the thin,
worn face OF his sleeping wife.
At that moment a loud cheer from
below startled them both, and the
next moment Ismail (he majors boy,
as every one now called him) burst
into the room, with glow Of unwoDt.
ed excitement on his dark face.
Sahib, cried he, there is hope for US
yet! A detachment of Ingleez eng.
lish) are coming up on the other bank
of the river If we eau send word to
them as they pass we are saved
How do you know' asked the
MOTOR. eagerly.
l heard the Sepoys say SO, while l
was lying hid among the bushes yon-
der, answered the lad.
Among the bushes yonder? roared
the colonel, facing around. Have