Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1902-03-28
HUSSARS OF DEATH
tcorrnroar. 1909, BY DAILY STORY PUB COZ

BY AVL OV r z T.

The horses pulled and tugged at the
. bit and tossed their heads impatiently.
The clanking of sword and scabbard
began to lull my mind, and my eye
lids began to droop. Through the
light gray Of the early morning, the
figures of the troopers looked ghost
like and shadowy as they swayed
automatically with the motion Of
their mounts, and the low hum Of
voices came to my ears as from afar.
The soft, sucking thud of the horses
hoofs on the corduroy road, acting
with the easy mist that hung over
the valley, began to send a feeling OF
drowsiness over me, and my eyes
slowly closed. The world had been
shut out from my view but moment,
when / became conscious of something
riding beside me, something cold and
silent, and in moment my eyes flew
open.
The men were just as had last seen
them, and for moment | laughed at
my sudden fears. But gradually an
object, black, silent and mournful, be-
gan to close in upon me, and even as
looked, figure after figure began to
spread throughout the troop until
there were thousands of them riding
amongst us.
looked at the one cantering beside
me. He seemed to breathe cold damp
ness, and involuntarily | wrapped my
military cloak closer round my body.
He was black from his skull-tight
cap and loose coat, to the powerful
charger he rode-a deathly black. He
was tall and gaunt, and in the light
breeze that had sprung up. his clothes
tapped loosely about his bony frame,
and his horse though galloping along
side Of mine, gave no sound as Its
hoofs struck the road. An orderly
came riding from the rear, and rode
straight for him. A warning cry was
on my lips when, to my horror, the
trooper swept past having ridden
through my companion as though he
were nothing but air. For moment
/ reeled unsteadily in my saddle, but a
grim chuckle brought me to myself,
anu L Sdt l6HI W hou
once been a human face. staring at
me. 1t needed but a glance at those
sunken hollows and whitened bones
to tell me was looking at skeleton.
"Who are you?" | muttered.
The one in black broke into another
chuckle. "We," he said, indicating the
others with sweep of his shadowy
arm, "are the Hussars Of Death.
l shuddered, and swerved my horse
from the phantom. But in an in
slant, without any visible effort, he
leaped his charger over to my side.
"We'll have work here to-day" he
croaked, work, work."
l shivered slightly, and glanced at a
low, fiat line, far down the valley, and
through the rising mists, thought
could distinguish the CLEAN of can
non. So these were the trenches we
were to charge. Even as 7 thought,
white puff. a dull boom and the
shrek Of shell, awoke the echoes of
the distant hills. And the Hussars of
Death had work to do.
At my elbow O bugle blew, but / |
scarcely heard or understood the notes. |
saw thousand right arms bend. |
heard the scraping of steel on tin, and |
in a moment a thousand blades fash
ed in the air., breathing defiance at the |
smoke ahead.
Around me / could dimly see strain
ed and bloodless faces, trying to look
encouragement at one another. But |
my eyes were not for them. Far as
the eye could reach were hosts of |
black figures, comforting and writing
In silent glee, waiting but for the sig
nal to begin their work.
Out from the works ahead leaped a
tongue of flame, to be followed by a
shrek of agony. Through a rift in
the vapor caught momentary
glimpse of trooper laying in the
road, the CHASTITY multitude surround
ing him in exultation.
Our first recruit" gibbered the one
in black, clicking his horrible jaws to-
gether, "our first recruit"
His words, and the sight of the man
set my brain on fire, and gripping the
bridle-rein in one hand, rose in my
stirrups and swung my sabre for his