The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-01
In the Name of the Most High
Concluded from last sunday.)


On the third day toward noon the
fire slackened; the smoke from the
four batteries on the bluff across the
north fork of the river slowly lifted,
drifting to the east. The Texas rifle
men kept up a pattering fusillade until
/ o'clock, then their bugles rang
Cease firing" and the echoes of the
last sulky shot died out against the
cliffs.
keenan,, crouching behind one of his
hot guns, could see the Texas sharp
shooters retiring to the bluff. little
gray shadows in the scrub-oak thicket
gliding, fitting like wild hedge-birds
toward the nest of cannon above.
Don't let 'em get away like that"
shouted Douglas, give it to them in
the name of God.'
And keenan, smiled, and sent the
Texans a messenger in the name of
Coda messenger which fell thunder
ing from the sky above them, crushing
the face of the iron-stained cliff and
the lives of those who had clustered
there to breathe a little.
Amen" said keenan,, paJting his
gun.
Douglas crawled out of a hole in the
rocks and drew himself up to the edge
of the breaStWorks. CleymoTe emerged
from a shallow rifle pit and walked
slowly along the intrenchments, mo-
tioning his men back into their bur
rows
Because" he said, "a hole in the
hill is worth two in your head-get into
that ditch Morris!-Cmningham if
you don't duck that red head of yours
I'll dock itr'
Captain Cleymore," said Douglas,
lowering his field glass, ''two batteries
have limbered up, and are trotting
toward the cemetery
May they trot into it, and stay
there" said Keenan,. examining the
wreck of an ammunition chest in the
ditch.
Cleymore studied the bluff with his
marine glasses for a while. then called
to keenan,: How many guns have
you now?"
-Four" shouted keenan, from the
ditch; 'all my horses are shot except
two mules" burst of laughter cut
him shOrt-his own tattered artillery
men, TO their credit. did not SMILE but
Douglas and Kellogg laughed and rows
of grinning faces emerged from holes
and pits along the ditch until Cleymore
shouted. Down. and his infantry dis
appeared. chuckling. Keenan,. red in
the face. turned to his battery men
who were running the guns forward,
and put his own ragged shoulder to
the wheel. Cleymore sat down on a
stone and watched lank aTtilleryman
splicing the dented staff of the battery
guidOn.
Il guess that'll dew. Capting." he
drawled, holding the staff out to Cley-
more, who took ii and rubbed the pol
ished wood with his sleeve.
1T will do. Pillsbury," he said,
where is O'Halloran?"
vate, land unable tew work.
''Dead?''
Il presume likely he's daid, sir" re-
turned Pillsbury through his nose
I've got a man for the guidon, "
called Keenan, from the ditch. and a
fat freckled CanHOneer waddled for
ward and stood at attention.
Look OUT" sang out Douglas from
his post on the breastworks. and
Down. cried Cleymore, as a shell
rose in the air over them and the boom
of a gun rolled across the river from
the bluff. The scream of the shell
ceased; a white cloud shot with light
ming appeared in the air above them
and a storm of shrapnel swept the
breastworks. CleymOre sprang to his
feet. but the fat cannoneer remained
on the ground.
Get up" said CIeymOre. cautiously
I guess" said PillsbuTy, hes suf-
FERN from a hereditary disease
"Eh? What disease?" snapped Cley-
more, stepping forward.
Il guess it's death" said Pillsbury
with an expressionless wink.
Cleymore stared at him through his
eyeglasses then turned on his heel.
II wish,' grumbled Keenan,, that
the wounded would make less noise
Douglas, send them another bucket O
water. will you? Is the surgeon dead? p
Dying" said Kellogg never mind
Douglas, I'll see to the water; keeI
your glass on their batteries; what are
they doing now?"
Nothing" replied Douglas, ''wait {
bit-ah! here come their, sharpshoet.
ers again.
ITO hell with Them muttered Kee
nan savagely, for his battery men haC
been cruelty scourged by the sharp.
shooters, and he almost foamed with
rage when he looked over into tn,
ditch at the foot of the mound. Tn,
odor from the ditch had become fright
full
Look down there, Captain" h,
called TO CIeymore, his voice trembling
with passion, but CleymOre only nod
ded sadly. He was watching some
thing else. A figure in the uniform o
a staff officer. filthy with CRIME and
sweat, had crawled through what wa.
left of the covered bridge across tn,
South Fork, and was wriggling hi
way toward the debris of Keenan,
battery. Cleymore watched him will
puckered eyes.
"What do you want, SOnny2' h,
asked, as the staff officer crept pas
him-"orders? Give 'em to me-keeI
TO the ground you fool he added. "a
a flight of bullets swept overhead. TIL
staff officer lifted a flushed face
scratched and smeared with dust ant
sweat, and attempted a salute.
Colonel WOrth's compliments t.
Colonel Randall" he began, but wa
interrupted by Cleymore: "Colone
RandaPs in the ditch below with mos
of his regiment piled on top of him
What are your orders ?-hold on to tn
bridge till hell freeZes?-I thought So
I'm Cleymore, Captain in the Tent
New Yorks sharpshOoters, yonder'
what's left of US. and there's two doZ
en- of Colonel RandaFs Rhode Islander
among 'em, too. Major Wilcox ha
got a hole in his face. ana can't speal
YOU see what's left of Keenan's bat
tery-four guns, and few to serve zen
except my riflemen. Isn't Genera
Hooker in sight?"
Tho staff officer raised his blue eve