The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1906-08-10

AN+AN N~A' aaN AAttt tAtAt alE u0t
ten score ARROWS ieIt AZ all their sheayes.
see! tney are sprngIng IRON their horses,
! and cu.Ung their sOiIereJs that they may
rush upon US. Aignt re not even now
make = retreatf
My soul will retreat from my body
nrst. cried Lac ntue knlgnt Here i
am, anu mere blue, Whine God gives me
strength 10 iitt a sworn.
Anu 50 say a. shouted Sir Oliver,
throwing his mace high into the air AMI
catching a. again ny the handle.
10 your arms, inen cried Sir Nigei.
Shoot while You may and then OUT sworu,
and let US live or aie together
lhen uprose from the hili IN the rugged
CalaOrian Yaney sound such as hau not
been heard ia those parts before nor Was
AGAIN, until che streams which rippled
amid The rocks hau ueen frozen by over
tour hundred winters and thawed by as
many returning springs. Deep aud full
and strong IL numbered down the rayine.
the herce Dattle-call OF warrior race. The
last stern welcome 10 who so should ioln
with them IA that world-old game where
the stake Is death. Thrice II swelled forth
and thrice II sank away, eeholng and re-
yerberating amidst the crags. Then, with
set faces the Company rose up among The
storm OF stones, and looked down upon the
thousands who sped swiftly up the slope
against them. Horse and spear had been
set aside, but on foot, with sword and bat
tle-axe. their broad shields slung In front
OF them, the chiyalry of Spain rushed TO
the attack.
And now arose struggle so fell, so long
90 evenly sustained, that even now the
1 memory OF II is handed down amongst the
SaiaDHan mountaneers, and the ill-omen-
ed knoll Is still pointed out by fathers "a
! their children as the "Altura de los Ingle.
sos where the men from across the seas
fought the great fight with the knights
Of the south. The last arrow was quickly
shot, nor could the singers hurl their
stones, so close were friend and foe. From
side 70 side stretched the thin line OF the
English, ligatly armed and quick-footed.
while against II stormed and ragged the
pressing throng Of fiery Spaniards aud OF
gallant Bretons. The clink OF crossing
sWord-niades, the duh thudding OF heavy
blows, the painting and gasplng of weary
ana wounded men, all rose together In
a. Wild, long-drawn note. which swelled
upwards to the ears Of the wondering
peasants who looked down from the edges
OF the clins upon the swaylng turmoil OF
the battle beneath them. Back and for.
ward reeled the leopard banner now
horne up the slope by the rush ana
weight of the onslaught. now pushing
downwards again as Sir Nigel, Burnley,
and Black Simon, with their veteran men
alarms, flung themselves madly into the
round himself swept hither aud thither In
the desperate struggle, exchanging savage
thrnsis one Instant with a Spanish cava-
Her and the next torn away by the whirl
or men and dashed up against some new
antagonist. To the right Sir Oliver, Ayl-
ward, Horde John, and the bowmen of
the Company fought furiously against the
monksh knights OF Santiago, who were
led up the hill by their prior--a great-deep-
chested man, who wore brown monastc
habit over his suit OF mail. Three archers
he slew In three giant strokes but Sir
Oliver flung his arms round him, and the
two, staggering and straining, reeed back
wards and fell, locked IN each Others
grasp, over the edge OF the steep cliff
which thanked the hill, In vain his knights
stormed and raved against the thin line
which married their path; the sword or
Aylward ana the great axe of John geam-
ed In the forefront Of the battle and huge
Jagged pieces OF rock, hurled BY the
strong arms or the bowmen. crashed and
hurtled amid their ranks Slowly they
gave back down the hill, the archers still
hanging upon their skirts with long
litter OF writhing and twisted figures to
mark The course which they had taken.
AZ the same instant the Welshmen upon
The left, led on by the Scotch earl had
charged out from among the rocks which
sheltered them, and by the fury OF their
Dntfall had driven the Spaniards Ia front
Ia the centre only things seemed to be
going Ill with the defenders. Black Simon
was down-~dying. as he would wish 10 have
lied, like grim old wolf Ia Its af with
| ring OF his slain around him. Twice Sir
Nigel had been oyerborne. and twice All
eyne had fought over him until he had
staggered to his feet once more. BurI,s.
ny senseless, stunned by blow from
mace, and half of the men at-arms Hg
Uttered upon the ground around him. sir
Sigel's shield was broken, his crest shorn,
Ms armor cut and smashed, and the yizor
orn from his helmet; yet he sprang hther
md thither with light foot and ready
land, engaging two Bretons and a Span
ard at the same Instant thrnsting, stoOp-
ng, dashing In, springlng outwhile Az
eyne still fought by his side, atemmlng
With handful OF men the fierce tide
which surged up against them. Yet IL
would have Jared III with them had not
he archers from either side closed In upon
he TANKS of the attackers, and pressed
hem very slowly and foot by foot down
he long slope, until they were on the
lain once more, where their fellows were
lready ralying for fresh assault.
But terrible indeed WIS the cost az
which the last had been repealed. or the
hree hundred and seventy men who had
eld the crest, one hundred and seventy
wo were left standing, many OF whom
we're sorely wounded and weak from loss
4 blood. Sir Oliver Buttesthorn Sir
richard Causton, Sir Simon Burnley Black
Simon. Johnston, hundred and fifty
rchers. and forty-seyen men-at-arms had
allen, while the pitiless hail OF stones
gas already whizzing and piping once more
bout their ears, threatening every In
tant to further reduce their numbers
Sir Nigel looked about him az his shat
cred ranks, and his face flushed with
oldler's pride.
by st. Paul' he cried Il have fought
many a little pickering, but never one
hat ! would he more 10th TO have missed
nan this. But you are wounded, Alleyneg
1T Is nought, answered his squire,
tanehDg the blood which dripped from
sword-cut across bis forehead.
These gentlemen OF Spain seem 70 be
ost courteous and worthy people l see
lat they are already forming 10 continue
lis debate with us Form up the bowmen
vo deep instead OF four by my faithl
,me very brave men have gone from
nong us. Aylward, you are trusty sol
err, for all that your shoulder has never
II acc0lrde, nor your heels worn the
I'D spurs DO you take charge Of the
CHIT; ! will hold the center, and you my
ord OF Angus. the left. =
''I1o! for Sir Samkin Aylwardi' cried
rough voice among the archers, and q
ar Of laughter greeted their new leader.
BY my hiItl said the old bowman,
yer thought 10 lead a wing IN strck-
field. Stand close, camarades, for. BY
ese inger-bonesl we must play the man
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