Churchill standard. (Fallon, Nev) 1903-1908, 1906-08-18

/ 4NA6SAs IlAGu Oil olLlOD burley. hurr,-
ing up with CONSERVATION upon his fac.
Awkward tells me that there are ma,
Ten score arrows leIt III all their Sbpny,s
see. lney are sprlnslng from their horses
dho cutting tnelr sollerets that they may
rush upon Us. Might We not even now
MAKE u retreat!'
My soul will retreat from my bodv
hfsl' CRED lue Htt4c kulsnL. Here
an, and here 1 blue, Wine uod gives nm.
strength 10 lit j sworn,
Auu 50 say L! shouted Sir Oliver.
throwing us mace hlgn lulo the air ana
catching 1t AGAIN ny TIE handle.
10 your arms, LAen. cried Sir Nigal
SHOOT while you nay aud Inen uut sword
aud let US live OF dIe togetner!f
1hen uprose 1rom Tue Anl IN the rupp.,l
CalaDrlan valley u sound sucu as had nor
oeen heard III those parts before. NOR w,
d5dlu, until the SlIeauS which rinnt.J
dnld the rocks had been frozen u, NJ
louf hundred winters and Inu\yed nv
many returning springs. Deep and frlI
and strong it Numbered down the rayfn.
the fierce battle-call of u warrior race th'
last stern welcome To who So should ini,
with them in that world-old game ,har'
the stake Is death. Thrice it swelled fortb
and thrice il sank away. echoing and re-.
verberating amidst the crags. Then. with
set faces. the Company rose up among the
storm of stones, and looked down upon tho
hf'1 . UP IL NDIR
against them. Horse and spear had been
set aside, but on foot. with sword and hat
tle-axe, their broad shields slung in FROM
Of them, the chiyalry of Spain rushed 10
the attack.
And now arose a struggle so fell, so lony
ST evenly sustained, that even now the
memory of ii is handed down amongst tbe
Calabrjan mountaineerS, and the ill-omep.
ed knoll Is still pointed out by fathers IN
their children as the "Altura de los IugIe.
SOS, where the men from across the sons
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 TO side stretched the thin line of the
English, lightly armed and quick footed
While against it stormed and RACED tho
pressing throng of fiery Spaniards and of
gallant Bretons. The clink of crossing
sword-blades. the dull thudding of heavy
blows, the painting and gasping of weary
aud wounded men, all rose together I'm
a wild, long-drawn note, which SWelIed
upwards To the ears of the wondering
peasants who looked Town from the edge,
of the cliffs upon the swaying turmoil Of
the battle beneath them. Back and for
ward reeled the leopard banner. now
borne up the slope by the rush and
weight of the onslaught, now pushing
downwards again as Sir Nigel. Burnley.
and Black Simon, with their veteran men
alarms, dung themselves madly into the
fray. Alleyne, at his lords right hand.
found himself swept hither and thither i'm
the desperate struggle, exchanging savage
thfnsts one instant with a Spanish cava-
lier, and the next torn away by the whlrl
of men and dashed up against som new
antagonist. To the right Sir Oliver, AyI-
ward. Horde John. and the bowmen of
the Company fought furiously against the
monkiSh Knights of Santiago. who We're
led up the hill by their prior-a great-deep-
pl ~ tod mo - nh raa
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 aud strainlng, reeled 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 rayed against the thin line
which married their path: the sword of
Aylward aud the great axe of John CLEAN
ed In the forefront of the battle and huge
jagged pieces of rock, hurled by the
strong arms of the bowmen, crashed and
hurtled amid their ranks. Slowly they
gave back down the hill. the archers stiII
hanging upon their skirts. with a Ion.
litter of writing and twisted figures -,
mark the course which they had taken
At the same instant the Welshmen apul
the left. led on by the Scotch earl. Haf
charged out from among the rocks which
sheltered them. and by the fury of their
outfall had driven the Spaniards In frour
of them IN headlong flight down the bill
In the centre only things seemed To he
going i'll with the defenders. Black Simon
was ~down-dying, as he would wish to have
died. like II grim Old wolf in It's lair with
Il ring of his slain around him. Twice Sin
Nigel had been oYerhorne. and twice Al
leyne had fought over him until he had
staggered to his feet once more. Burlel
lay senseless, stunned by a blow from q
mace, and half of the men-at-arms Day
Uttered upon the ground around him. Sir
Nigels shield was broken. his crest shoru
his armor cut aud smashed. and the yizou
torn from his helmet; yet he sprang hithrg
and thither with light foot and ready
hand, engaging two Bretons and a Span
lard at the same instant thrusting, stoop-
ing, dashing in, springing ut-wh AL
leYne still fought by his side, stemmlus
with a handful of men the fierce lid"
which surged up against them. YET D.
would have Jared i'll with them had uu'
the archers from either side closed In upon
tue Hanks of the attackers, and presSe|
them very slowly aud foot by foot dow
the long slope, until they were ON Nh"
plain once more. where their fellows wcrr
already r~allying for Il fresh assault.
But terrible indeed was the cost or
which the last had been repealed. or the
three hundred and seventy men who bad
held the crest, one hundred and seventy
two were left standing, many of whom
We're sorely wounded and weak from loss
of blood. Sir oliver Buttesthorn, Sir
Richard Causton, Sir Simon Burley, Black
Simon, Johnston. a hundred and 1itf
archerS. and forty-seyen men-at-arms had
fallen, while the pitiless hail of stones
WAS already whizzing and piping once more
about their ears. threatening every m-
slant TO further reduce their numbers
Sir Nigel looked about him at his shat
tered ranks, and his face flushed with p
soldiers pride.
by ST. Paul he cried. Il have fought
in many "A little pickering, but neser ono
that | would be more 10th to have missed
than this. But you are wounded, Alleyue.
1T is nought,a answered his squire.
stanching the blood which dripped from
a sword-eut across his forehead.
THESE gentlemen of Spain seem 10 be-
most courteous and worthy people. see
that they are already forming TO continue
this debate with us. Form up the howH'.
two deep instead of four. BY my faINl
snmE NnrA hrlNn man haNn -nu. -----