The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1905-11-23

laid up for repair. One has to search
a bit for record Of a more wicked fire.
But we deserve not all the glory some
histories have bestowed. for we had
a larger feet and better, II fewer. guns
II was, however, a thing to be proud
OF, rhat victory of the young captain.
Our men, of whom many we're raw re-
cruits-farmers and woodsmen-stood
to their work with splendid valor, and,
for us in the north, il came near being
decisive. D'ri and were so put out
of business that no part Of the glory
was ours, albeit We were praised In
Urders for valor under fire. But for
tL.h say We had never less pride
Of ourselves in any affair we had had
to do with. Well, as | have said be-
fore, we were at our best with a sa-
Der, and big guns were out OF our
line.
We went into hospital awhile, D'ri
having caught cold and gone out OF his
head with fever. We had need Of a
spell on our backs for what with all
our steeplechasing over yawning
graves-that is the way l always think
OF tive were somewhat out OF breath.
No news had reached me OF the count
OF the young ladies. and | took some
worry to bed with me, but was up In
week and ready for more trouble.
I had TO sit with D'ri awhile before he
could mount a horse.
September was nearing its last day
when we got OF a brig at the IIar-
Dor. We were no sooner at the dock
than some one began to tell us Of a
new plan for the invasion OF Canada.
/ knew Brown had had no part in it,
for he said in my hearing once that
it was Zoo big a chunk to bite on.
There were letters from the count
and The reese, his daughter. They had
news for me, and would l not ride
over as soon as l returned? My
mother-dearest and best of mothers
had written me, and her tenderness
cut me like a sword for the way l had
neglected her. Well, 1t is ever so with
a young man whose heart has found a
new queen. took the missive with
wet eyes to our good farmer-general
of the north. He read II, and spoke
with feeling of his own mother gone
to her long rest.
BELL" said he. you are worn out.
After mess in the morning mount your
horses, you and the corporal, and go
and visit them. Report here for duty
on October IS"
Then, as ever after a kindness. he
renewed his quid of tobacco, turning
quickly to the Uttered desk at head
quarters.
We mounted our own horses a fine,
frosty morning. The white earth glim-
nered IN the first touch Of sunlight.
All the fairy lanterns OF the frost king.
hanging in the stubble and the dead
grass, glowed a brief time, fiickered
faintly. and went out. Then the brown
sward lay bare. save In the shadows Of
rock or Hill or forest that were still
white. A great glory had fallen over
the far-reaching woods. Looking down
a long valley, we could see towers OF
evergreen, terraces OF red and brown,
golden steeplo- tops, g.ided doues min
areted with Ia GENDER and purple and
draIed with scarlet banners. II seemed
as IL the trees were striving after all
the green riot of summer, and making
ready for sackcloth and ashes. Some
stood trembling, and as if drenched in
their own blood. Now and then a
lead was bare and bent, and naked
arms were lifted high. rs if to inplore
mercy.
"Fine air" said I, breathing deep as
we rode on slowly.
''T Is sartn," said D'ri. Mother
used Z say 'at the frost WIS only the
breath o. angels. On when It melted
Il gin ms a lestla o the the air O.
heaven