The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1892-01-14

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a. band dancing. yelling around : Gre like
horde of demors. Csrrrips iurtber away
into ihe gloom be murmnred 0 God i give
me time Then be rods torvard.
Ga the top q the bin shich be y. nos
ascending au Indian sentinel eroucbed up
on The ground listening - the approach OF
the boy. The oisL. ~ss 30 DARK that be
could mol mske out the rider until the la''
ter vas slmtst upon him, When quickly
arins hs piece be uttered . war whop
tbs, sounded clssr scso~s the plato, ssnd'
ing dsmsy into the hessss Of the troopers
b low.
Toe humretsr drove his spurs into biz
horses aspss. and dischsrging bis rerol
yer st the Indian rode msdly forward
Pressing his knees we'll into his horse :
sides, with his reius firmly held 10 band,
be dashed down the bill. closely pursued
by the Indisns, who. upon tbs report Of
the frearm, Lsd iustsnily tiupg them
selves upon theiI ponies end started 10
chase
Nov BEGAN tbe race III life. Ban. bang
aud the bullets wbistled upcomfor,sbIy
close to our young bero's ear. Bang bang
the guns rsng out again, and the boy feli
q singing sensation in bis left shoulder,
his bride arm falling useless by his side.
The agony OF the wound was intense, the
motion OF the horse msking II more so,
but still he retained his seat. knowing tha,
upon his ability to get through rested the
salvation Of hundred lives. Bearing
down little to the southeast be struck the
trail and furiously dashed along IL, The
sound Of the pursuers grew fainter, then
ceased, but be did not seem TO hear, for q
strange d zziness came ovtr him and be
sway cd in bis saddle like drunken man.
Clutchiug at the pommel. he murmured az
he thought the night grew darker, o God,
let me Ave an hour, only sn hoSr SO the
night sped on. Sometimes the horse would
relapse into trot and anon resume bis
swinging lope. How cold he night seemed
to tue boy here ss be. balffsinilng, sat IN
the saddle with his head upon his breast
aud the warm blood trnkling from bis
wound
But just as the rosy fufers OF the morn
crept mp from the east, hesaw with his dy
ing eyes the long black shadow OF the tim
! Der that studded the banks Of The creek,
aud as his weary comrade uttered yful
neigh, a bugle call rang ont on the morn
ing air, the sound Of which frightened up
the boys face.
The sound Of the horses hoofs brought
humber of men outside their tents. who,
seeing the pale. death like face OF the dis
par ch, bearer and the limp arm hanging by
bis side, knew instantly what was the mat
ter.
The latter, seeing the men around him
drew out bis blood'soshed dispatch and
boarsely whispering. The general dis
patch quick He would have fallen from
bis horse bad not trooper. rushed forward
and caichinl him in his arms lifted him
tenderly t. the gronnf.
With the break OF day ,he Indians. ut
tering their wild war whoops, had charged
upon the camp. Bravtly had they been
repulsed, only to come on again aud agar
until their superior numbers should tel
upon I white men Now they were up
on the rampant, and the defenders, almost
all of whom we're previously wounded
but who seemingly felt not their wound'
in the presence OF the enemy, heroicall,
disputed every step. At last just az por
tion OF the breastwork had fallen 10 and
the Indians sprspg, like panthers OF thei
prey. on the little square Of white mer
who bad hastily collected around thei
wounded, resolving to die ss men, will
their faces to the foe, ringing cheer wa
heard and the relief force came thunder
ing down the slope And as the cles
rapid notes OF the charge echoed acros
the plain esch drop Of blood III those trooI
ers' veins jingled exuliantly against IT
neighbor Ms they dashed among the foe
There was crash : chPers-s volley o
musketry, spd the Indians we're hyiDI
across the prairie. pursued by the trooper
whose carmiued ssbres we're busy convert
ing, as On iiicer Of the regular army ono
said, bad Indiana into good ones by givin
them The route to the happy hnniip
grounds.
The figbt sas over aud portion OF Col
Muck's CON mand vas saved.
That piebt 10 bcspiisl tent there stoo
a number VI soldiers around the conch
one on whom death had cast its shade"
There was sorrowful look upon the lace
OF the watchers as they silently awaite
: the issue. AT last the boy opened D.
eyes and looked around; then as a emil
Of pride lit up bis face be murmured
his eyelids slowly dropped, got there