The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1892-03-18

They captured her the other day.
My mother dear, got safe away,
But Oh. she'll miss that lady.
"She Is my cousin, young and fair,
She does not know for her care,
Inever yet could ask her,
Should now win soldiers grave,
Try all you can the girl to save,
And take her from Tobasco."
We now approached a deep defile,
And stopt for food aud rest q WHILE
Our mems strength thus renewing
Il will leave the men, all but a few,
And dine at home. to-day with you;
And see what Pedro's doing
Said Roderic in cheerful mood,
AS in his stirups, he now stood
And viewed the country round
And gave strict orders to his men,
The time, and how to pass the glen,
Which should be without sound,
Then at his house they all should meet
He promised them royal treat,
And he rode through the glen.
Out beyond were fields OF maize.
A house and laboring men.
Beyond the house silver streak
That showed the line, Sandoval creek:
Which from Tobasco fiow'd.
What do you think OF this my friend?
Here life began, and here might end.
Had with Frenchmen rode.
But now cannot tell the day
When home and life Shall pass away.
In war all things are fair
So come with me. my old home see.
Its comforts, with me SHARE
The men came now from field and house.
And all was hustle and much touse.
For glad they We're to see him.
The house was stone and very large,
And III the creek boat and barge,
Aud all was neat and trim.
We did not sit at table long,
For an unrest Was on us strong.
We felt we must be doing.
He showed me all there was to show.
The sun was now declining low.
And we must soon be moving.
We now returned to the first room
And from his brow had past the gloom.
That fingered there since morning.
Come dear friend and fill your glass,
Let care and sorrow from us pass,
Like mist. by rays Of morning.
A trusted servant now came in.
Said: Mount, dear sir, the hills to win;
Ere the French surround you,
Along the road abOve the naSS
They marching are in dense mass.
And here expect to find ysu.''
well done my good Pedro, now good bye.
To check those gallants we will try,
And now my friend to horse''
And hurrying out, our horses found
!mpatlently a-pawing ground,
Our escort looking Gross,
Why! What's the matter men of mine;
Are you SO loath to leave your wine
And try the juice Of France.
Now by my faith not so with me.
I'd fight these Frenchmen, one to three;
thank them for this chance.
Nov sweep those foes from of that bench,
And that's the last OF Johnnie French.
That we are apt to see.
Our jolly men. from out the glen
viii charge as we'll as we,"
Said Roderiels as with cheer
The winding lane We then did clear,
And now could view the foe.
Who marching were in loose array
No infantry was in the way,
Nor OF that did we know.
But thought we had the force all here.
And charged upon them with cheer
Onr men charged fromnthe glen
And took the Frenchmen from the flank
Then many men and HOSES sank,
Before our gallant men.
Roderick saw not this CHARGE
His spirit brave, was set at large
He fell at the first fire.
Our men, l could not now restrain,
They chased the foe far DER the plain.
10 kill their one desire
saved one man in the affray.
An officer whose beard was grey
thought of high command
To keep him free from further harm.
I kept him close to my own arm,
Wy lllt'u were SCdtIorcu Ger tne land,
Itried in vain my men to rally
They crossed the bench down in the valley
Andlmet the French in firm array
And from them got a whitening fire
And in conf usiOn did retire
In fact they ran away.
I scarce had left one company,
When: French pursuing charged on me
Ny horse was shot, with it fell.
And ere my feet l could regain
Frenchman's hand did me restrain;
And prisoner truth to tell.
The shades OF night We're spreading e'er.
The thunders peal the wind loud roar,
A stormy tropic night.
When was ushered in a room.
Where cheerful light dispelled the gloom.
And all looked calm and bright
It was the room where did dine.
With my friend. had there drank wine.
Ere he went forth to fight.
Where we had left them at the call;
"Of Frenchmen sir in sight"
The officer with beard SO grey,
The one captured in the fray
Said Leave the prisoner and retire.
Il am sorry thus, a man to see,
CohaeMned TO die. 50 y1ung as thee;
'Tis not as desire.
In this war, You won renown
You've fought against the Imperial crown
You die with coming day
price Is set upon your head
To him who takes you alive or dead.
YOu die at dawn Of day
To be continued