The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-08-04
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE

! Word came up to Forrest That Streight was on a raid. Two thousand booted bayonets were riding down the glade Light thousand were before him. lie was holding Dodge at bay. But he turned on his heel like a twist ot the steel,
 And was off at the break of day Twelve hundred troopers had he Game as a Claiborne cock. iough as the oak roots grapplinE With the gray Sand Mountain rock, They fought like young Comanches By the flash of the Yankee gun. 1hey 1ell at the ford. but shot as they
 rode
 And fought from sun to sun.
 " 6qt strelght went whirling southward With never limp or lag. His front was a charging huntsnap but his rear was a bounded stag And the gray troops followed after. Their saddle blankets wet With the bloody rack from their horses'
 back
 And streight not headed yet, fight to the death in the valley,
  And still Streight galloped southward. And Forrest followed still. And the goaded hollows beloved To the bay of the rebel gun, For Forrest was hot a sa glowing shot, When it's flight is just begun.
 VI. A running fight in the morning, charging fight at noon, Till spurs hung red and reeking Arc thaf- LI The morning star paled on them, But the evening star rose red As the crimson tinge of the forest fringe That purpled their path of dead.
 VII. A midnight fight on the mountain, daybreak fight in the glen, And when Streight stopped for water He had lost three hundred men, But he gained the bridge at the river And planted his batteries there The halt of the gray was a lion at bay The Blue-a wolf in his lair.
 VIII, Out from the bridge at the river A white-heat lightning came Like the leaping tongues of a forest fire With the autumn woods aflame, The death smoke burst above them The death flame blazed below The men in Gray stood stark in the fray %Aiid pAAcu tflSli pTedStS to the DlOW.
 TX. Should they storm the bridge at the river Through weltering walls of fire, And die in supreme endeavor To plant their standard higher? Should they die at the bridge on the river. Or die where they stood in their track. Like a through h-speared boar with death
 at his door, And flinging the challenge back?  "To the ford To the fordr rang the
 bugle,
 And flank the enemy outi" And quick to the right the gray lines
 wheel, And answer with a shout. But the river lay deep and sulen And foul with the shrapners breath That bit with the sting of a maddened
 thing As it leaped from the mouth of death.
 XI. ITO the ford! To the sord." rang the
 bugle; ''To the ford t-retreat or diei' And still the flail of bullet hail From out blazing sky They stood like fierce bull wounded In wallowing mud and mire And still the flash from deadly lash That fell as whip of fire Out from a nearby cabin mountain maiden came. Her eyes were the deep blue gentiasi But her cheeks were skies of flame. She drw her sunbonnet closer, As the bullets whispered low, Lovers of lead. and one of them said, ''Pll clip curl I go.'o
 XIII. Straight through the sinking bullets I She fled like a startled doe, While the hound guns in the valley Bayed in her wake below Around their hot breath. sifted, Behind. their pattering feet But still she fled through the thunder