The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1919-02-21

hood and wanted to be identified
with the work Of the church of which
he was member in it's every effort
to serve. He had been teacher in
the Sunday school, as active worker
in the Christian Endeavor Society in
his boyhood days and never forgot
the early lessons he had learned in
his Christian home.
My acquaintance with him began
something less than ten years ago
and my admiration for him has
grown more and more as I have
learned to know better and have
been able to see into the depths of
his great soul. have learned to
1 love him for what he is and for
what he stood for His soul re-
sponded to the call for service as the
needle responds to the pole star. AS
a citizen he ever measured up to the
highest standards of citizenship and
ever sought to promote the best in
terests of his country for which he
finally gave his life. Interested in
every thing that looked toward the
betterment of our people and the
prosperity of our State he sought to
contribute in every way to it's we'll
being. He sought to make her laws
better and to eQualize her taxes and
to uplift her citizenship in every pos
sible way.
AS man true to all the nobler i'm
pulses of his erect manhood and
never swerving from the path of duty
pointed out by an intelligent mind
and a devoted heart.
AS soldier, modest and gallant
ed and honOred by his men whom he
ever led, even when danger con-
fronted them, and never found want
ing at the crucial moment.
Along toward the end of the Ar
gonne battle the crucial test came.
Colonel Hough called for patrol to
traverse the road to Sedan to obtain
certain infOrmation. The task fell
to Captain Hutchcraft's Company.
The Lieuteant that commanded the
platoon was off duty that day. The
work assigned was dangerous-ex-
tremely dangerous, and Captain
Hutchcraft was slow to assign an
other platoon commander to the task,
although he had the power to do so.
There were a number of other Lieu
tenants there. Should he ask one of
these to go or go himself on this
most dangerous mission? He was
not long in answering, for he was
soon leading his Boy Scouts, as they
were called, over the road toward
Sedan. AS they advanced they were
fired upon by German machine nm, ms
and It finally he a55ame necessary for
sap.n Hutchcraft and his Boy
IScouts to charge the machine guns
for the protection of their own lives,
and in so doing many of them were
killed, among them was the brave
and gallant young hero, Captain
Hutchcraft, who fell within twenty
feet of the enemies trenches, leading
his brave boys to victory. As he fell
facing the enemy he cried out, boys,
they've got me, but don't give up,
push ON and victory is yours" Spur
red on by their gallant leaders dying
words, his brave men drove out the
dastardly Huns at the point of the
bayonet, taking prisoners all who
were not killed.
But their brave and gallant leader
had fallen. The battlef1elds of
France that had claimed the blood of
countless thousands of other of the
bravest and the best had come to
claim the good Anglo-Saxon
blood of one of Kentucky's
brightest and best young
heroes. And it became the painful
duty of this little company of Boy
Scouts to bear Captain qHutchcraft's
body back q few miles to little viii
lage not far from Sedan, where it
was laid to rest with appropriate
military ceremony, with Colonel
Hough and his battalion in attend
ance, and the French women covered
his grave and the cross at its head
with beautiful flowers, which they
had brought in great profusion as
an expression of their grief and sor-
row. and his body rests to-day in
beautiful France, the land of flowers,
where the dead are held in eternal
reverence. 80
The muffled drums sad roll has beat
The soldiers last tatto;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On flames eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
The neighing troop, the flashing
blade. ~'
The Bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor wars wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may
feel
The rapture of the fight.
Sons of the dark and bloody ground,
We must not slumber there,