Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-08-08
THE aDJUTauT'S grave.

It was at the taking of Rangoon.
From the Irawaddi the crashing
batteries of dozen steam frigates
had leveled the stockades on the river
side. Black masses of naked, smoke,
stained Burmese, exposed at Their
guns, or in shallow trenches, when
the teak walls fell or were burned
down, were moved down like grass by
q hailstorm Of grape. Our artillery
was landing. The 18th Royal Irish
were already in the breaches and at
the water gate. The Burmese dropped
their cumbrous shields and lances
and dhars and fed, yelling, back to-
ward the great pagoda. Those wild
Irish, possessed OF the same devil
that dashed and slashed and stabbed
and hacked and hurrahed in the En-
niskilleners at Waterloo, went off in
hot chase. Only one regiment for
they would not wait for the slow
boats that were bringing the guns,
and the S0th and the Sepoy Rifles,
but broke away in pursuit, in spite
of the almost frantic officers, who,
weak and hoarse with Intellectual eff
forts to check their mad command,
We're forced TO follow at last, all
chasing the bubble reputation to-
gether-one regiment at the heels Of
10000 panic stricken savages
One Of the glorious fellows Of the
crack 18th in this tempestuous hur-
ly-burly was Fallon, the adjutant.
He was the equipped model of gen.
tleman and a soldier, according to
the standard Of his proud regiment |;
q jovial boon companion, generous
comrade, fast friend, frank and fear
less enemy; in sport child, in taste
a scholar, impetuous in fight, pitiful
in victory.
AS his disordered party charged,
shouting, up the broad Dagan road,
between the long lines of the inner
blockade, over bamboo bridges thrown
across trenches, and past grim gigan-
tic idols and poonghee houses fantas-
tically carved, the adjutant, who had
fingered behind the rest, striving to
the last, in his habitual devotion to
discipline, to restrain the men, hap
pened to be in the rear of all.
How now?" jestingly cried Clark,
an English ensign Of the adjutant's
mess, who was running just before
him, "our plucky Fallon at the back
of us all This is bad enough for me,
old fellow, who have my medals to
win; but it will never do for you,
with those red ribbons to answer
for"
II am doing my best. Clark, my
boy" Fallon replied, land shall be
up with that crazy sergeant present
ly. You know am good for a short
brush OF foot race; fast running is
one of my OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
to my by bog trotting education and
the practice Lord Cough gave us"
Hardly were the words done ring
ing in his comrades ears when the
gallant Fallon, the pride of his corps,
received in his generous breast a
dozen musket balls as he sprang up
the broad staircase of the Golden
Dagon Pagoda-first of them all. and
quite alone He fell on his face.
stone dead, on the stairs, sword in
hand, and smiling.
When all was over and his regi-
ment held the post of honor on the
very throne of the Boodh, they gave
him a soldiers most distinguished
obsequies, burying him in a grove OF
TALBOT trees, behind poonghee
house of the most grotesque archi-
lecture, and just outside of what
were afterward the Sepoy lines OF
the Eightieth. His faithful orderly
planted rude cross at his grave S
head and set an English white rose
there. An American missionary
gave it to him.
In Calcutta. Norah Fallon-beau-
tiful, accomplished, witty, altogether
radiant with rare charms of mind
and person-waited with her young
child for news from her soldier hus-
band. who bad her heart in his keep.
ing within the stockades OF Rangoon.
When they told her he was dead, she
fell, uttering only sharp cry, and
lay as one dead for many days. But
when she awoke to the consciousness
of her profound bereavement, and
her eternal widowhood, she shed not
a tear nor spoke word, but took hel
boy and went aboard a troop shiI
that sailed on the morrow for Ran
COON.
On the voyage still she spoke not
nor ever wept; the silence Of her sor
row had something sacred, almost
awful about it, that commended {
delicacy Of consideration, which wa!
a sort OF worship, from the rudes
about her.
Arrived at Rangoon, no sooner
had the ship dropped anchor of thu
Kings wharf than Norah sent hei
chaprassey. her Hindoo errand
goer with q note to General Goodwin
commanding the company's force!
In Burmah. The wife Of Maurice