The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-06-08
The SPLENDID SPUR.
Being of John Marvel
His Late Majesty King Charles l., in the Years
1929 Written by Himself
EDITED IN MODERN ENGLISH

Before hnd tia sand well ont OF my eyes
my cnTaraCie vas W and had his pike loose,
and in g uwinliiuE the rebel was spItoed
through the middle and wrlsaing. Twas
sicsssuiag; but before l cculd pub out Kay pis-
20. and end his psiH las was minded back
ca;i1s our front rsni. atop Of us again, aud
6own thsr were driven ike sheep, my com
1,aris,a catching I'D the dead mans musket
and ammunition bag and following down The
si17ls vrith tbree stout rebels at my heels.
<sWilat viii be the end OF tais2' thought l.
The ED WAS that after forty yards or so,
finding the foremost close upon me, turned
about and let Ay with my pistol at him. He
spun round twice and dropped, which was
wondering at--the pistol being but poor
weapon for aiin-when YVES caught by the
srna ard pulled behind 4 clump Of bushes
handy ny. Twas the man with the wen, and
nv his smoking musket / knew that twas he
had fred the shot that killed my pursuer.
GOOD turn for good turn, says he; quick
with ting ether pistol"
! The other two had stopped doubtfuliy, but
al tiie next discharge Of my pistol they
turned tail and went I'D the hill again, and
W. vcro left alone And suddenly grew
avai.a That my head was aching ct to split,
eo5 y. Town on the turf, very sick and III.
'T'golld ~ tedious to tell the whole Of this
aoaZ ;isit which, beginning soon after sunrise,
.,n58.: i.ot tii} : II The afternoon, CT there
aooJ=s: nnc, lndeed, of the whole my recol-
lec5oa as bit % continual advance and re-
pi5.sr 81 !;lat same slope.
i:,t Ct 3 o'clock. wa, having been for the
ski time Beaten back, were painting under
cover II hedge. ana Sir John Berkeley,
Hear h., US writing 30 a drumhead some
n,cSsc-e II the camp, when there comes 4
yrGas man On horse5acE, his face smeared
FS,ti, 'ir5 aad dust, and rides up to him and
ST. Eavili. Twas 4 have since learned) to
ga LEA, the powder was all spent but a
hare or two; hut this only the captains
knew at the sine
Very well, then, cries Sir Bevill leaping
up gayly. Come along, boys-we must do
II this time And, the troop forming, once
more the trumpets sounded the charge, and
up we went. Away along the slope we heard
the other trumpeters sounding in answer, and
/ believe twas a sursum cordai to all of u.s.
Billy Pottery was ranged on my right, in
the first rank, and next TO me, on the other
side, giant, near seven foot high, who said
his name was Anthony Payne and his bust
hess to act rs body servant to Sir Bevill.
And he it was that struck up mighty curl
Gus song in the Cornish tongue, which the
rest took up with 4 viii. Twas incredible
how it put fire into them all; and Sir Bevil
tossed his hat into The air, and after him like
schoolboys we pelted, straight for the masses
ahead
For now over the rampant came a com
pany of red musketeers, and two of russet
clad pikemen, charging down on US. A mo-
ment, and we were crushed back; another
and the chant rose again. We were crap
ping, hand TO hand, in the midst of their
Bet, good lack. What use is swordsnan
ship in a charge like this? The first red coat
that encountered me L had spitted through
the lung, and carried on by the rush, he
twirled me round like windmill In an in.
slant was passed; the giant stepping before
l;ie and clearing space about him, using his
pike as if 'twere fail With a wrench
rugged my sword out and followed. 1 saw
Sir Bevill, u little to the left, beaten to hi
knee and carried towards me- Stretching
out hand pulled him on his feet again
catching, as L did so, crack on the skull
that would have ended me had not Billy Pot
terry put up his pike and broke the force Of
it. Next, remember gripping another re-,
coat by the beard and thrlsting at him Will
shortened blade. Then tine giant ahead liftet
lis pike high, and we fought to rally rount
it; and with that seemed caught off my fee
and swept forward-and we were on tn
crest.
Taking breath, l saw the eremy melting OF
She summit like mans breath off a pane
And Sir Bevili caught my hand and pointet
across TO where, on the north side, whit
standard embroidered with gold grifins wa
r mounting.
It's dear Nick Slanning" he cried; go
he praised-the day is ours for certain!"