St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-03

the look upon them that they have
worn when in the hunting field at home
resolution, courage and contempt for
laundering along, their horses we'll in
hand, their swords still in their seab-
bards.
Suddenly two flashes of light CLEAN
III the riders hands, two arms are raised
10 strike, and as the Zulus throw them
serves In their way two of their number
bite the dust. The swords are raised
again and again, now red with blood,
revOlvers have been empted and then
dashed in the face of foe. Assegais
have been hurled at them, but still thess
brave boys, for they are but boys
Uieuts. Coghill and MelvilIe) sped on
ward. their eyes fixed upon that little
fiuttering silk, now almost in the grasp
OF a Stalwart Zulu.
ESCAPE OF THE TWO BRAVE SOLDIERS.
But no; they are in time. Again their
SaOerS are raised, and as the last British
soldier falls of that gallant 500 they dash
over his body and snatch the dear old
colors from the grasp of the Zulu and
then, having accomplished their mis-
sion, turn to flee. But where? Toward
the Tugela, their only salvation. If
they can cross that! They gallop on.
Their horses, wounded, now begin TO
show signs of exhaustion; themselves
cnt and stabbed in many places, but
still. with encouraging words to each
other, they press forward, pursued by
their relentless foe, who fear that two
may escape from that fearful field.
Now the river bank is reached, and
dismounting the colors are wrapped
around the body of Coghill, and they
plunge into the river. The Zulus are
close upon them, but they are we'll in
the stream before the foremost reaches
the bank. Another and another come
up, and they dash into the water, while
numbers on the bank keep up fire
upon the struggling heroes, who it
seems doubtful can ever reach the
shore. Coghill with one hand is sup
porting his MORALLY wounded cOmrade,
and endeavoring to reach the refuge,
now but a few yards away. The pur-
suers who had plunged in after them
had returned to shore, and were now
with the crowd of gesticulating and
maddened demons, firing their guns at
the two heads rapidly nearing the Ma
tai side.
The bank is reached, and Coghill, by
a mighty effort, drags his cOmrade,
whose life blood has now almost ebbed
away, to The sand, and he too then sinks
down. His last effort to grope for the
hand of his friend, which he shakes.
and therein, as the tightening clutch of
death steals over him, he places piece
OF the flag which they have both given
their lives to save.
There they were found some days
later, side by side, the colors still held
fast in their hands; even these rude
warriors respected those brave men,
and left them where they lay.
THE SIEGE OF RORKIs.
How the ZuluS then reformed them
selves and crossed the Tugela at Rorkis
drift is now matter of history. The
siege of that little fort by the eXulting
and victorious savages, although gar
riSOned by but about $50 British, many
of whom were either sick or wounded,
showed the world the indomitable pluck
and stubbOrnneSS of the British soldier,
and, though the enemy Outnumbered
the besieged six to one, they could not
beat back the invader or get footing
inside the walls, and finally retreated,
leaving an immense quantity of dead.
A return was made to the camp at lsan-
dahla, where the work of looting and
destruction went on. Wagons were
overturned and broken, the contents
away VI OllCWD dDOub JllC camp.
A vast quantity of ammunition and
many stands of arms fell into the enc
my's hands, besides considerable guam
tity of treasure.
The Zulus, after stripping the dead of
their uniforms, which they dOnned
themselves, in most instances diSem-
bOweled the cOrpSeS. 1t was while this
work of destruction and bloodshed was
going OH that the advanced guard of
Lord Chelmsford's patrol, who had al
ready heard of the disaster, came in view
of the camp, and their hearts gave
great bound of joy as they saw what
they took to be soldiers in their red
tunics still moving about the camp, and
cheered themselves with the belief that,
after all, the report was not altOgethar
true that every soldier of the unfortu-
nate Twenty-fourth had been killed.
1t was only as they came within few
hundred yards of the camp, and when
they became aware of the true charac-
ter of the demons before them. And
their horror and feelings cannot be de-
scribed when, as they rode into camp,
the full extent of the terrible slaughter
met their view. 1t was sad bIvOuac
that night near that Inflated field, but
loud and deep were the curses and
promises of revenge uttered by these
rough fellows, and as twenty years be-
fore when the British marching into
Cawnpore beheld the carnage, there
swore revenge, which they were not
long in attaining, so the Survivors
longed for the day of reckoning, which
came later, when they should be able to
wipe out the stain of Isandahla and
teach these blood-thirsty savages how
England avenges her cOuntrymen.