Cavalier County farmers press. (Langdon, N.D.) 1920-1921, 1920-08-05

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him. He bent his face over its name,
and logged at it's neck with the slack
Of the bride, as though he rode for
very life.
"Hullo, Reynell,' says the general.
"This begins to look like business.
What do you make of it," They both
cantered their horses forward, and
Adams tore open the dispatch which
the messenger handed to him. The en-
velop had not touched the ground be-
fore he turned. waving the letter over
his head as if it had been a saber.
"Dismiss" he cried. General pa
rade and march in half an hour"
Then, in an instant, all was buzz and
hustle, and the news on every lip. Ma
poleon had crossed the frontier the
day before, had pushed the Prussians
before him, and was already deep in
the country to the east Of US with a
hundred and fifty thousand men.
Away we scuttled to gather u things
together and have our breakfast, and
In an hour we had marched off and left
Ath and the Bender behind us forever.
There was good need for haste, for
the Prussians had sent no news to
Wellington of what was doing, and
though he had rushed from Brussels
at the first whisper Of it, like a good
old mastiff from it's kennel, it was hard
to see how he could come up in time
to help the Prussians.
1t was a bright, warm morning, and
as the brigade tramped down the broad
Belgian road the dust rolled up from
it like the smoke of a battery. I tell
you that we blessed the man that plant
ed the poplars along the sides, for
their shadow was better than drink to
us. Over across the fields, both to the
right and the left. were other roads,
n quite close and the other a mile
or more from us. A column of infan-
try was marching down the near one,
and it was a fair race between us, for
we were each walking for all we were
worth. There was such a wreath of
dust round them that we could only
see the gun barrels and the bearskinS
breaking out here and there, with the
head and shoulders of a mounted Off
Ger coming out above the cloud, and
the f1utter of the colOrs. 1t was q bri-
gade of the Guards, but we could not
tell which, for we had two of them
with us in the campaign. On the far
road there was also dust and to spare,
but through it there flashed every now
and then a long twinkle of brightness,
like a hundred silver beads threaded
in a line, and the breeze brought down
such a snarling, changing, clashing
kind Of music as I had never listened
to. If I had been left to myself it
would have been long before I knew
what it was, but u corporals and
%sergeants were all old soldiers, and I
had n trudging along with his hal
bert at my elbow, who was full of
precept and advice.
"That's heavy horse" said he. "You
see that double twinkle. That means
they have helmet as well as cuirass
It's the Royals or the Enniskillens OF
the Household. You can hear their
cymbals and kettles. The French heav.
les are too good for us. They have ten
Ito our one, and good men, too. You've
got to shoot at their faces, or else
at their horses. Mind you that when
you see them coming, or else you'll
find a four-foot sword stuck through
your liver to teach you better. Hank
bark! bark! there's the old music
again!"
And as he spoke there came the
low grumbling of a cannonade away
somewhere to the east of us, deep and
hoarse, like a roar Of some blood.
daubed beast that thrives on the lives
of men. At the same instant there
was shouting of "Heh! heb! heb p from
behind, and somebody roared, LET the
guns get through" Looking back, ]
saw the rear companies split suddenly
in two and hurl themselves down on
either side into the ditch, while six
cream-colored horses, galloping two
n two. with their bellies to the
ground. came laundering through the
gap with a fine underground CUR
whirlin@ and creaking behind them
Following were another and another
four-and-twenty in all, flying past us
with such a din and c%latter, the blue
coated men clinging on to the guns
and the tumbrils, the drivers cursing
and cracking their whips, the names
flying, the mops and buckets clanking,
and the whole air filled with the heavy
rumble and the jingling of chains.
There was a rOa from the bitches and
a shout from the gunners, and we saw
a rolling gray cloud before us, with a
score of BUSHES breaking through the
shadow. Then we closed up again,
while the growing ahead of us grew
louder and deeper than ever.
There's three batteries there" said
the sergeant. There's Bulls and
Weber Smiths, but the other is new.
There's some more on ahead of us,
for here's the track of a nine-pounder,
and the others were all twelves. Choose
a twelve If you want to get hit, for
a nine mashes you up, but a twelve
snaps you like a carrot"-and he went
on to tell about the wonderful wounds
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