The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-03-09
CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE.

Alfred Tennyson's Latest Poem.
The charge Of the gallant three hundred-the
Heavy Brigade.
Down the hill. down the hill. thousands Of Rus
slams,
Thousands of horsemen drew to the valley and
stayed,
For Scarlet and Scarlets three hundred were rid
ing by
When the points of the Russian lances broke il
on the sky.
Aud he called. left wheel into Incl" and they
wheeled aud obeyed
Then he looked at the host that had halted he know
not why,
And he turned half round, and he babe his trum.
peter sound.
ITO the charged" and he rode on ahead as he
waved his blade
10 the gallant three hundred, whose glory will
never die
Follow, and 10 the hill,
Up the hill. up the hill. followed the Heavy Brig
ade.
The trumpet, the gallop, the charge. and the
might of the fight,
Down the hill. slow thousands Of Russians
Drew to the valley and halted, at last on the
height,
With wing pushed out to the left. and wing to
the right.
But Scarlett was far on ahead, and hee dashed up
alone.
Through the gray slope Of mon,
And he whirled his sabre: he held his own,
Like an Englishman, there and then.
And the three that were nearest him followed with
force,
Wedged themselves in between horse and horse.
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had
made
-Four amid thousands, and up the hl up the hill,
Galloped the gallant three hundred. the Heavy
Brigade.
Fell like cannon shot,
Burst like thunderbolt,
Crashed like thunderbolt,
Broke through the mass from below.
Drove through the midst of the foe;
Plunged up aud down, to and fro.
Rode flashing blow upon blow
Brave Iuniskillins and Grays.
Whirling their sabres in circles of light.
And some Of US all in amaze,
Who were held for while for the fight,
And were ouly standing at gaze
When the dark. hufaed Russian crowd
Folded its wings from the left and the right
And rolled them around like cloud.
OIL mad for the charge and the battle we,
When our own good red-coat sank from sight,
Like drops Of blood in dark gray sea,
Aud we turned to each other, muttering, all dis
mayed,
A1oSt are tuo sdltA0t CuEGo uuuuE6U, the QeaYY
brigadel"
But they rode like victors and lords
Through the forest of lances and swords,
In the heart of the Russian hordes,
They rode. or they stood at bay.
Struck with the sword hand aud slew.
Down with the bridle-hand drew
The foe from the saddle, and threw
Underfoot there in the fray.
Ragged like storm, or stood like rock
In the wave Of a stormy day.
Till suddenly shock upon shock,
Staggered the mass from without:
For our mon galoped up, with cheer and shout,
And the Russians surged and wavered and reeled,
Up the hill. up the hill, up the hi out of the field
Over the brow and away.
Glory to each and to ALL and the charge that they
made!
Glory to all the three hundred, the heavy brigade!
The three hundred Of the heavy brigade who
made this famous charge were the Scots Grays and
the second squadron of the Inniskilins, the re-
mainder of the heavy brigade subsequently dash
ing up to their support. The three were Elliott,
Scaretfs ad-de-camp, who had been riding by his
SIDE, and the trumpeter and Shegog, the orderly
who had been close behind him.