Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1888-10-04

Kilpatrick's little force there was no al
~ternative left but retreat. The gallant
leader himself headed one last charge of
skirmishers and than the rout began with
the onfederates in force behind them.
They fell back in confusion 20 the nam
body, but now q fresh disaster met them.
Meadow bridge was burned, and advance
was next to impossible. Devin, who COM
maAded the regulars, threw out his skir-
mishers, when Custer came up with his
cavalry.
"Take those troops away, sir, and / will
make the crossing"
Without waiting for reply he rode head
long down the hill, followed by his brave
Michigan horsemen.
Tho bugle sounded the recall. They heed
ed it not; and afterwards excused their
disobedience by declaring they thought it
Custer's bugle, and it always meant Ego
aheadln
The rear was commanded by Lichheld,
over whose devoted men shells literally
rained. General DOWN sent to know if he
needed help and got back the spirited mes
sage: Molly We can hold the ground all day
against the whole rebel armyi''
Later, when the Confederates fell back,
Lichfield and a little group of officers, in
Gliding Harry Winthrop, were reconnoi-
tering, they cane across q number of jovial
fellows, recruiting their tired frames with
wine and food on the great stoop Of a plant
er's house.
"Well, boys, we cleared them out, after
ALP he said, cheerily, as he flung himself
from the saddle.
Guess not!' was the sharp reply, as he
and the half dozen next him were seized,
and TO his dismay he found that he was sur
rounded by C~onfederates.
AS for Harry, his good horse saved him..
With a bound he leaped the fence, and,
while "a score of pistol bullets showered
round him, dashed into the wilderness.
But he was lost. Night came on and
found him struggling through the dense
brush-wood Of a seemingly endless wood,
dragging his tired horse by the bride and
vowing by all his saints that he would al
most rather take refuge with the enemy
than tramp the long night through.
The long wished for morning came at last
"a bright, sparkling, sunshiny day, which
brought the song birds out in force. Harry
had thrown himself at the foot Of a big
tree, and having relieved his horse of the
saddle had allowed him to crop the young
grass, and was just going to mount again
when he heard the thud of a horses hoofs
DcdlluB tuC luTl al a oHOTt ulSIduCc 10 lu6
west. Hastily tying his faithful charge to
a branch Of the tree, he %stealthily moved
forward on foot towards the spot from
whence the noise came. He had not gone
fifty PAGES when be struck a track-it could
not be called "a road, for il was a mere path
way which cattle had evidently m~ade-and,
hiding behind a bush, he awaited the APP
proach Of the rider, who was every mo-
ment coming nearer You may be sure he
did not forget to look to his pistols. His
one great fear was that his own horse hear
ing the other would neigh and thus betray
his co~ncealment. With every nerve
strained he waited the coming enemy.
What a lady, Alone in such a place
and at such an hour. He could hardly be.
lieve his senses. But there she was coming
cantering along with the gay abandon of 9
practiced horsewoman mounte on a well,
bred hack, whose springy step showed that
he had not long left the stable.