The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-08-20


WY HAT! Whip France? We
wv whipped by those Prus
sian pigs-we!" Listen t.
what tell you, sir. If the Prussian
dare to show their faces here we viii
kick them home again. You heal
me? We will kick them from here t
Berlin" "Parbleul it is so, because
it is so, and that's all there is about
itw
For the first few days after they
took the field Maurice was convinced
that their success was absolutely GER
| tain. The Prussian armies would be
taken by surprise; the arrogant ma
ton would be overrun in every
direction and crushed utterly with
in few weeks. 1t would be MILL
tary picnic, holiday excursion from
Strasbourg to Berlin.
The colonel of each regiment had
previously ridden out and taken his
proper position, twenty-five yards to
the front, the captains were at their
posts at the head of their squadrons.
Then there was another period of an
xious waiting, amid silence heavy as
that of death, Not a sound, not
breath, there, beneath the blazing sun;
nothing, save the beating of those
brave hearts. One order more, the
supreme, the decisive one, and that
mass, now so inert and motionless,
would become resistless tornado,
sweeping all before it.
AT that juncture, however, an officer
coming over the crest of the
hill in front, wounded, and preserving
his seat in the saddle only by the as
sistance of man on either side No
one recognized him at first, but pre-
sently deep, ominous murmur began
to run from squadron to squadron,
which quickly swelled into a furious
lproar. 1t was General Marguerite,
who had received wound from which
ne died few days later; musket
oall had passed through both cheeks,
away portion of the tongue
md palate. He was incapable of
peech, but waved his arm in the direc-
ion of the enemy. The fury of his
men knew no bounds; their cries rose
ouder still upon the air.
at is our general Avenge him,
Ivenge himl" +
Then the colonel of the first regi-
nent, raising aloft his sabre, shouted
n voice of thunder:
"Charge!"
The trumpets sounded, the column
roke into trot and was away. Pros
er was in the leading squadron, but
lmost at the extreme right of the
light wing, a position of less danger
han the center, upon which enemy al
'ays naturally concentrate their hot
est fire. When they topped the sum- v
ut of the cavalry and began to de- t
,end the slope beyond that led down t
ard into the broad plain he had dis S
net view, some two-thirds of a mile o
way, of the Prussian squares that S
ere to be the object of their attack. f
eside that vision all the rest was S
m and confused before his eyes; he a
owed onward as one in dream, with g
strange ringing in his ears, sensa- d
on of voidness in his mind that left g
m incapable of framing an idea. h
e was part of the great engine that b
re along, controlled by a superior m
i'll. The command ran along the in
lie. re
keep touch of knees! Keep touch SC
kneesl" in order to keep the men in
,sed up and give their ranks the re- pc
stance and rigidity of wall of tn
ANTE, and as their trot became N
litter and finally broke into a mad w
Hop, the Chasseurs d'Afrique gave III
cir wild Arab cry that excited their ar
ry steeds to the verge of frenzy w
ward they tore, faster and faster tn
II, until their gallop was race of ar
chained demons, their shouts, the oh
rieks of souls in mortal agony; on hi