Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-09-27
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! MOrlllO, then commanding the fifth
/ Spanish army, about 1000 strong,
passed down the Portuguese frontier 10
/ the Lower Guadiana. intending to fall
on Seville rs soon rs Marshal Soult
should advance to the succor of Bada-
| joz. In the beginning of April, when
| the French were disheartened by the
sudden news of the fall of that city,
| MOrillo, issuing out of Portugal.
crossed the Lower Guadiana, and
marched towards Seville.
But the hopes entertained by the
| Spaniards OF being speedily in posses
sion of Seville were cut off by a piece
of deceit False information. adrOitly
given by Spaniard in the French in
terest, led Morillo to believe Soult was
! close at hand, whereupon he immedi-
ately retired to Gibraleon.
The disappointment and failure in the
execution of favorite project, cher
| ished for many months, irritated be-
yond control the naturally severe
temper of Gen. Morillo. 1t was even
inc, and the division of the army under
| him were encamped some hours march
on their retreat. Preparations might
| have been seen for military execution;
and q couple of French prisoners cap
tured in the last skirmish were, accord
ing to the cruel practice of many chiefs
of those times, to be put to death. The
captives were guarded by file Of
isoldiers, and the eXecutiOners, awaiting
| the word OF command to draw up, were
leaning on their weapons, and talking
of the events of the last two days.
just then, one Of the inferior officers
returning to his tent, after giving some
order to the men, was interrupted by Il
boy, apparently ten years of age, who,
Selling his hand, and speaking in an
accent slightly foreign, besought him,
with piteOus entreaties, to procure him
admittance to the general. The officer
found, on inquiry that he was the son
of one OF the French prisoners, q soldier
distinguished for his eminent personal
bravery, who had not been taken, even
when Overwhelmed by numbers, with
out giving and receiving many severe
wounds.
you shall see the general, boy, since
YOU wish it, said the officer, in reply
TO the child's passionate entreaties;
but he will not grant your father S
| life. San Lucas! but these French
dos have given us too much trouble
already
They entered the generals tent The
child, rs soon rs MOrillo was pointed
out to him, rushed forward and knelt at
his feet
''What >oes this mean?" demanded
the general.
Spare him! spare my father!"
sobbed the youthful applicant.
bo IL IL
to one of the prisoners about to be exc
cuted.
All. that reminds me-" said the
chief, looking ut his watch; Pedro,
nine is the hour. Let them be punctuaI
and have the bu>inc> soon over"
Again, with moving entreaties, the
ch.ld besought his fathers life.
Did your father send YOU hither?"
asked the general.
No, senior. he did not"
And how dare YOU, them
My father has done nothing to de-
serve DEATH" answered tue lad. He
! is Il prisoner of war.
"Ha! who taught YOU to question my
| justice? Answer me. =
mo one, senior; but brave generals
do not always Kill their prisoners "
Il Kill whom [ choose!n Numbered
Morillo; land hate the French, Boy,
Your father shall die; Ihave said it; be-
| gOnen'
The officer made a silent sign to the
petitioner. 10 intimate there was nc
nope, and that he must be gone. But
the BOYS countenance suddenly
changed. He walked up to the general
who had turned away, and placed HIM
SELF directly before him, with Il look Of
calm resolution worthy of u martyr.
Hear me. scnor," said he; my f.
Their ~rcvhaireG; he is wounded; his
slrcnLLH is failing even now, though Aa
stands up to receive the fire of your
men. | am young, and strong, and
well. Let them shoot me in his place,
andlct my father 90 free"
1t was impossible to doubt the SINGER
ity of this Offer for the face of the de-
voted child was kindled with holy en-.
thusiasm. A dark flush rushed to the
brow of Morillo, and for q moment he
looked on the boy in silence.
You are willing to de-" at length
he said, flor your father? Then, to
| suffer pain for him will be nothing.
! VIII you lose one of your ears to save
him?''
Il will, - was the firm reply.
Lend me your sword, Pabla;" and
in an instant, at one blow, the general
struck off the boys ear. The victim
| wept, but resisted not; nor raised his
hand to wipe away the blood.
$50 far, good; will you lose your
| other ear?''
I will, to save my father! answered
| the boy, convulsiVely.
Morillo's eyes flashed, The heroism
of the child compelled his admiration;
but unmoved from his cruel purpose,
| he smote off the other ear with his still
| reeking sword.
There was a dead silence.
'.And now, Senor?' said the boy,
breathing quickly, and looking up into
the generals face.
s.And now," answered Morillo, ode
part. The father of such q child is