The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1906-12-26
WIHHEN GIENHEZ2AIL JACKSON IHIEZI{D
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air into my lungs, OWlHS u the STiE
he had on my throat.
Now, it stands to reason that
didn't lay still SOS to give him good
chance to choke me to death, but wig
gled the best | knew how, and, thanks
to some of the tricks l had learned
among the mountains, 1t was soon pos
sible to roll him over. There wasn't
enough strength left in my body to
keep an upper hold; but over and over
we went until we struck the swamp
and that which | thought would be the
death of me proved my advantage.
I'VE had wallowed in the soft mud
and water until we must have locked
like clay images when let go my hold
to grip him by the head. and. putting
forth every ounce of muscle, managed
to so far turn it that his face was
pressed deep into the mud. That took
a good bit of the fight out of him, for
of course, he couldn't breathe. and was
trying to yell for quarter, when up
came some of our boys.
1T stands to reason that Ley
couldn't make out which man cine
from England, and grabbed at the first
that came handiest, which just then
happened to be me.
Come up here. you blasted Brit.
isher!' the best friend / had In the
regiment shouted, as he pulled me back
by the collar of my coat. and wasn't
much more than half drowned kitten
in his clutch.
LET go of me, you idjut.' / yelled
as soon as II was possible to get some
of the mud out of my mouth. Don't
you know your own comrade?'
THE Britisher wasn't anybody's
fool, and of course. he IL. erstood just
what mistake had been made. He
came up on his feet like steel spring.
and while my comrades were growing
over having captured one of the
enemy, as they supposed. he took to
his heels. running like deer, with the
mud falling of of him in flakes until
some one saw what kind of a uniform
he wore.
I'm all that squad only single pian
had a charge in his gun, and he fired
at the fellow. but it was the widest
kind of snap shot and the bullet
went wide, of course.
BN tnh tlIue i Udu CltdGcu MY lace
of mud the Britisher was out of range,
and perhaps didn't talk the sweetest
| knew how to the laundering fellow
who had not only lost me a prisoner.
but came very near finishing the chok.
ing which the redcoat had begun.
Final Result Of Battle.
Then the battle was well nigh
over" my grandfather always said at
this point in his story, and as to the
result of the engagement he would
give me well worn slip of printed
paper. from which could read the fol.
lowing:
Toward noon the fire of the British
visibly slackened. while that of thu
Americans was unceasing. The bat.
teries of the foe were crushed and
broken. The sugar hogsheads had
been converted into splinters and thei'
contents, mingling with the soft earth,
soon lost their volume. The guns nos
dismounted were careened and worl:e /;
with great difficulty.
The invaders fled in inglorioui
haste. helterskelter, to the bitches, in
search of safety, and. under cover OF
the ensuing night, crawled sullenly
back to their camp. dragging with
them over the spongy ground a part
of their cannon. leaving five of them a
spoil for the Americans"
In the fight that day the American
loss was IL killed and 30 wounded
while 20 of the Britishers were found
dead on the field. the greater u.ber
lying near the swamp where the at
tack on our lines had been made. and
certain it is that no less than 30 had
been disabled.