The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-05-03

at No. 516 Sixth avenue, OF pneumonia,
after an illness of one week. Mr.. Hib-
bert was a native of Nottingham, Eng
land, and reached his sixty-f1fth birth
day the day before his death.
At the age of twenty, fired with the
patriotic fervor that inspired all Eng
land at that time, HILBERT enlisted in
the Royal Enniskillen Dragons, serv-
ing with them throughout the Crimean
campaign, and being discharged as cor
poral at the expiration of his term OF
enlistment.
He came to this country. says the New
York World, over twenty years ago. He
was twice married, and leaves a grown
UP daughter, Mrs. Fanny Antill, by his
first wife, at Nottingham: HIS seeond
wife, whom he married in New YORK
ten years ago, survives him. The funeral
will take place on Tuesday.
During the Columbian naval demon
stration year ago., Admiral SIR John
Hopkins. of the English navy, on learn
ing that a hero of Balaklava lived IN
this city, sent a non-commissioned offi-
Ger to see HILBERT and invite him TO
ceived in the Admirars cabin, and was
given the freedom of the flagship. Inc
warrant officers were directed to pay MIN
especial attention.
Hibbert's last illness was very pa
thetic. On the day before his death, his
birthday, he seemed better, and sat up
in his shabby bed, propped by pillows.
His worn eyes were pleased with tne
bright sunlight that had come at last,
after days of storm. His mind wan
dered back over the exciting scenes OF
his life and he was glad to welcome
sympathetic visitor.
one of BalaklaVa's famous Six Hundred,
was sixty-fve years old and the sun
came out to smile down through the win
dow on the poor, pale, trembling ola chap'
he 10 70 I'M
All day long he sat upright. propped
with pillows, in his shabby bed. Every
now and then he brushed back the dis
heveied hair, long and white, from ms
drops of perspiration that gathered there.
He gazed out of the window, and did
not move for a long time; then stareo
about at the humble furnishings OF the
room, at some odd color prints on the
wall-prints such as could be bought in
any junk-shop for half a dollar-then
pursuing up his lips and shaking his head
as though to shake it free of recollec-
TONS he said to his visitor, -.
''They couldn't kill me in battle, but
I'm about done now. There's a grippln,
his throat, '.an' haven't got any pain,
on'y I'm so weak. This pneumony kills.
Then he struck with a dog leash a
with which his wife had covered him,
and added:
Its too bad, but it's got to come some
time. 1t might as well be now. never
expected to be this old.
GLORY IN OBSCURITY.
The plain place which HILBERT called
home, the place where he had lain down
to die, is the top floor of a building just
below Thirty-frst street, in sixth ave
nue.. For years he had gone up and down
the dark, narrow stairways there, to ana
from his work, stocking making. He was
to the folks who saw him just a plain,
White-bearded old man, with keen eye
and quiet ways they meyer eve b a6eT Yoo 5na5
through smoke into the belching mouths
of the Russian cannon at BalaklaVa, anu
that under his unpre tent1ous old coat ne
wore the precious medal which told ne
was one of the seventy-four heroes who
came back out of that awful charge OF
the Light Brigde.
He never displayed the treasure Whlch
any soldier in Britain would give his
arms for. He, just went on knitting IN
Parker's shop on the floor below. and on
Saturday night carrying his earnings
They used the hall landing for sort
of kitchen and Mushroom and general
storehouse, and were pretty comfortable
there. The only other member OF the
family was a particularly jealous pug
dog, who always followed close at the
old mans heel when he went on the
street. The prints upon the wall are
pictures of the famous charge, ana yes,
finger, he said, in voice scarcely audi
BILE:
was goir' in. That's Nolan-Captain No
1 Md' him him as as bronght the message that
they had all the row about History
never found out who sent the message
for us to charge them guns, but Lucan
never sent it. Everybody always thought
Raglan sent it to Cardigan; that was
his brother-in-laW Oh!' and old Hib-
bert sighed and shook his head, ''it was
pity, sinful. terrible thing: l can
remember. 1t is as plain as. if saw ii
now as Nolan rode up and gave the
order.
cardigan turned on him and, cried:
Nolan Who Sen sent en- as that a oTdgr who
sent that order? But there was nc
answer. Third time he asked him, and
all the answer Nolan made was-he
enemy. Coz Then he dashed on:
"Cardigan just threw . back his head
and said, Well, here's the last. For an
hour and half after that nobody knew
runnin' right into hell, as the poem said
Three miles away. 1t looked like life
time journey, and the men began to fall
away as the shells yelled an tore am0 y.
horse around me, 1 thought L was goin
next The man who expected to come
out of that would have been crazy. The
four men next me, in front, behind anG
spurred on alone l saw shell coming
straight towards me, straight, straight
| Hilbert ye're gone said l: But gaVS
| just one jab o. the spur into that mare
and she ieapt like shot. She swerved
l should think, dozen. feet, and the
shell took her nigh hind leg. l Went
tumbling. When 1 picked myself W
| there was horse without any rider.
got into the saddle, and went on witt
| the rush 1t was terrible
| AS the old man went on with his story
his pale face took on color. and his wife
| tears in her eyes, came over and said
please don't let him talk so much.
A Battlefield COLLoQUY.
| "Be quiet" said the veteran, "Pll b!
through in a minute. Well, sir, as
said, I spurred this big horse on, and
passed Captain Williams
IS Hello, Bill says he, where's tina
iiist Gone says I. "A shell struck her
1 found this fellow runnin' loose
| "The captain looked at me, and says
Bill, if ! get back out o this alive you'll
| have a special mention for that Tha
was the last 1 saw of him.
We'll; when we got up to about t fFe,
couldn't train, the, guns or, US. and w
! Just fought the Russians back an Gu
'em down an spiked the guns. That wa
what we went for, We see. We all 'haC
little spiken mallets,i and as he SAID thi
the old fellows hand intuitively sough
his belt, but there. was no mallet there
/ nothing save the thick PLAID ShaWI which
was pinned tight about him.
There" he said, after coughing feebly
there's the picture of the COMM back
| Ye can see it was awful, only seventy
| four come out An Nolan was the frs
that had been killed. 1 saw his body. TIL
| ball had cut straight through his chest
That's a good picture of him up there,
dashin' devil of a chap. an the wiides
Irishman an the best soldier that eve
lived. An that other picture, that's Carl
TIE PRICELESS MEDAL
6uoea basif7. 4I,a te5 low +I,e old so1,1;.v-,