Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-07-26

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and Heron, seizing the advantage,
cheels on his men. his flashing sword
weeping right and left and moving
Gown all before him.
Every spring and stride the horse
takes is over the PROSTATE bodies of
his foe
With stubborn courage the enemy
makes = stand, giving blow for blow,
but nothing can withstand the furious
onslaught OF these assailants; like a
swollen wave they throw themselves
lpon the thick ranks, which shake ami
sway. and inch by inch give way he
fore the charge.
A yell Of triumph arises around
Heron. answered by a yell of defiance
from the foe.
Suddenly. just as the victory is in his
hands, he hears the tramp of cavalry
and in the red glare he sees com
pany bearing down Lpon lem from
ne RICH,
The foe sees il also and sends up a
cheer of light.
Heron pulls up AMI looks around.
By this time the general has either
succeeded or failed to get in the con-
vuy. AT any rate, nc purpose can be
attained by remaining to be outnum-
rered and extinguisbed.
Waving his hand, ne gives the word
TO retreat, and swings around, waving
his men before him.
As he does so, he feels a sudden
shock run through his right arm, but
he manages to pass his sword into
bis left hand an wave it alcft.
"Back-back," he shouts; but it is
rot so easy to call them off then
very like bulldogs, they hang to the
loe There is not a moment to lose;
squirting his horse across the line of
attack, Heron forces his men - turc
aud then rides after them. his sleeves
cut am ripped, and with the blood
streaming from his shoulder Oh 10 his
horse's side.
1t Is not a moment too soon. Vita
a sound like thunder, the charging
cavalry dash after them, and d race
veritable race OF life anu death en-
sues.
Still in the rear. Heron spGcs for
ward, the bullets whistling about his
head, the pur;uers laundering at his
necls.
With a grim smile he looks around;
strain as they may, his men will es-
cape them-the night will be theirs.
In his excitement he waves his
sword md Iooohr ond NJ tho vprv mo-
mcnt ne does so, his horse stumbles
and falls, pitching him onto his face.
A yell arises from his puTsuers, and
one horseman, either obeying an i'm
pulse or obedient to a command, leaves
the ranks and lashes forward upon
him
Heron hears him coming and spring
ing TO his feet awaits the charge with
cleaning sword The pursuer rides
full at him, and down sweeps the
flashing sword; but Heron is too quick,
and his own sword shoots like a ser
pcnt at the horseman.
Then, before he can recover, Heron
hoarsely, forgetting that Russian
may rot know English; but instantly
the man pants out: q surrender!
in good English, and Heron, springing
/ upon his own horse which gallops
+ Il sar, seizes the rein OF his assailant
and HES onward
II is a short and sharp run, for the
pun suers, not daring To venture with
ia range Of the fire. which is pouring
shot and shell upon them with cease
less fury, pause, and gallop back. and
/ Heron rides on with his prisoner by
his SIDE. unmolested and unpursued.
Cheering, yelling. frantic with
; triumph, ais men surround him, and
almost hustle him into the gate.
/ Fer moment order ana discipline
{ are forgotten They have made a
charge unequaled for reckless hardi
hood, ami have won. 1t is some min
utes before the roar subsidies, and tho
men fail into line.
/ And then, alas, is seen how dear {
price has been paid for their victory
/ One out Of every three men is left
outside, and of them that remain hall
are wounded by the enemy's shot OF
she'll
Heron drops from his lorse-is al
most pulled from it, in fact. by the
eager hands of his English comrades
! Speeches. and half MAD with de
light, Charlie Hamilton seizes his
hand and wrings it, while Pierpont anC
the rest press around with hearty
congratulations
HTfba bottaef thing Un'yp had Ia
George says PieIpont, for the frs
time in his life showing symptoms d
strong excitement THE very hottest
The supplies are in. my boy; and The
/ general is-sausfed."
a this moment a murmur runs
Trough the crowd, and the genera
comes forward. a smile upon his thir
face
/ Heron salutcs, and stands grim ant
silent
] congratulate you, Sir Heron. be
( .ays, holding out his hand. a more
mastery thing | never saw The sup
plies are In. and-ah. you are wound
ed he breaks off, his quick eyes
noticing Hgops limp and bleeding
arm
"a mere scratch says Heron
Iouie.ly.
4 = he general mods.
Go 10 your quarters, Sir Heron" le
says with grave concern. ANA ! viii
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i Ther. before he turns away, lro al
lress,s f,w words Of thauks to Tbs