Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-08-12

 tered the intrenchments answered to their names at our last roll-call. This great mortality was owing, partly to our gid of any sort, ali three of our surgeons shed, with all its contents, burnt by shell which burst right in it on the third day of the siege.
 During tl,is, our last day, the heat had been more than usually intense, and the atmosphere perfectly suffocating but toward evening strong wind sprang up from the south, heavy clouds gath cred over the whole sky, and soon after dark crashing peal of thunder shook the whole earth beneath us. It was fol- lowed by perfect torrent of rain one of those sudden storms, not uncommon in the hot weather, had come on, and was soon raging in its full fury. Nothing could have suited us better, Ind oE sallying out we found, as we had expected, that tho enemy had taken shelter in their huts. and that not jingle sentry was on the alert. At first We succeeded even beyond our hopes, cutting our way without much difficulty through the scattered groups Sf mutt neers who hurried together ts oppose us but before we were well clear of their camp we lost our way in tho pitchy darkness, got broken up into small parties, and were never able to re- assemble. After stumbling along for what seemed to be several hours we heard the tramp of horses on all sides, and in a few minutes found ourselves surrounded by a large body of Hamp den's Horse. The hopeless struggle which followed was short but bloody; We were quickly overpowered, most oi our party were killed on the spot, while about dozen, including my wife, St. Hill, the two clergymen and young Stubbs, were taken prisoners, mounted behind some of our capturs and carried to ruined temple, near which their spiritual chief had taken up his quarters. He was venerable Multi, with q long, white beard and stern, handsome face, one glance at which as sured me that we need look for ittL mercy St his hands. In this 1 was not mistaken our doom was spoken ill a few words" There is no God but on, God, and Mohanmed is the prophet 0 God. Confess the faith and live; den,
 
 and answer before this torch burns out. ' Sosaying he turned to our guards all ordered them to loosen our ropes anG allow Us to speak to each other. Thel i we gathered closer together, but nt. word was spoken we felt thut death was very near, and each of us, in hi> own way, prepared to meet it. I tried 1 10 pray, but tried in vain. As in { dream I saw the fierce faces of tn. Sowars by the light of the torches whicl. blazed and fickered in the wiud. l heard the thunder growing away in the distance, the roar of the swollen rivul rushing by; the stern words of tht Mufti kept repeating themselves owe. and over again in my head but all seemed strange and far away like idle sights and sounds which, for me, had no l meaning.
 Suddenly the Multi shook his torch, sending the sparks flying far into tlie darkness around, and I noticed 1t was nearly burnt out. Then I seemed to awake with sudden sharp pain; the bitterness of death was upon me, as felt my wife cl ng to my arm, saw her loving, despalriDg eyes looking into | mine, and felt that I could do nothing to save her.
 "My own, my own !'' I cried; "onIy one short year together, and now to be separated forever Why did I ever bring you to this cursed country? Why we're you given to me if we were to be parted so soon ?
 "Thcre can be no more separation for those whose love is true," said the chap iain. "What happier lot could God have given you? Love and joy on earth, and noV all eternity of happiness to9eth- CT in heayen. One short moment oi pain, and then the crowns of glory that never fade; the .unspeskable joys that eye hath not seen nor ear heard"
 "A All very well for you who are sure of heaven, interrupted St. Hill but how about me? Why should I not save my life while can ? If your Bile bt true there is m eternity of misery il store for me; if it be false, why should die for lie? Christian or Mussulman what does it matter?'
 1.-The Captains scholard," gaspec Private Smith, who was badly wounded "ard knows best, no doubt; but won turn nigger to please that old heathen. Nc, I'li lie good Christian, cussed if won't"
 Do not talk So wildly, Capt St HiD," expostulated the chaplain. "Oul God is merciful and loving, and judge. not as man judges. Do what is right and must your soul to Him who died fol you"
 Repent, repent there is yet time,
 cried the missionary.
 q Between the stirrap and the ground,
 sought found.
 "Maybe I shall. Anyhow duty mus
 be done, of course, and it wouldn'f d
 for oEe of the o!d Twenty-ffth to trr,
 Mussulman through funk. Still it's yer,
 hard lines that of all men should hay
 to play ia martyrs part. How the fel lows will laugh at the mess when the
 are told that Sans Foi died for th faith !"
 "The time is up. Now, unbelievers will you repeat the 'kulma and live IT will you die like dogs as you are There is but one God, and Molamme Is his prophet r"
 The dead silence that followed wa
 broken by the chaplain's calm, stead voce, ''In the hour of death; good Lord deliver us.
 , Suddenly up Hi.l sprang to nis fee , with wild laugh. "There is but OF I devil" cried he ill Hindoostani, "an ; -Iohammed is his Vizier! Will that dc you son of apig?"
 } {" Blasphemy, blasphemy !" shoute } the Multi ''let him die the death" I 5 another instant Q volley of musketr l olazed out, and St. Hill fell riddled wit l, bullets with him fell poor youn r :>tubbs, who had thrown himself bt
 tween St. Hill aud his murderers. Mn nith rage and thirstiug for more hloot the Sowars were rushing on us, mrn the stern voice of the Multi stoppe l them "They are dogs and sons of dog but their blood shall be on their ew 1 beads; not one more of them shall d L l L l IL -e: