Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1920-09-10

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men appear on a knoll beside II and
look across at MS. There were a dozen
hussars behind, and in front five men.
three with helmets, one with a long,
| straight, red feather in his hat, and
the last with low cap.
"By Cod" cried the sergeant.
That's himi That's Boney. the one
with the gray horse. Aye. I'll lay n
months pay on It."
I strained my eyes to see him. this
man who had cast that great shadow
over Europe which darkened the ma
| lions for fve-and-twenty years, and
which had even fallen across our out
of-the-world little sheep farm, and
had dragged us all--myself. Edie and
| Jim-out OF the lives that our folk had
| lived before us. AS far as could see
he was a dumpy, square-shouldered
kind of man. and he held his double
| glasses to his eyes with his elbows
spread very wide out on each side.
was still staring when heard the
catch of a mans breath by my side,
and there was Jim. his eyes glowing
like two Goals and his face thrust over
my shoulder.
"That's he, Jock" he whispered.
Eyes, that's Boney," said I.
"No, no; it's he. This De Lapp or
De Lissac, or whatever his devils
name Is. II is he."
Then saw him at once. II was the
horseman with the high red feather in
his hat. Even at that distance | could
have sworn to the slope of his shout
ders and the way he carried his head.
I clapped my hand upon Jim's sleeve,
for I could see that his blood was
that he was ready for any madness.
But at that moment Bonaparte seemed
to lean over and say something to
De Lissac. and the party wheeled and
dashed away, while there came the
bang Of a gun and white spray Of
smoke from a battery along the ridge.
At the same instant the assembly was
blown In our village, and we rushed
for our arms and fell in. There was
burst Of firing all along the line, and
we thought that the battle had begun,
but II came really from our fellows
cleaning their pieces, for their prim-
ing was I'm some danger of being wet
from the damp night.
From where we stood II was sight
now that was worth coming over the
seas to see. On our own ridge was
the checker of red and blue, stretching
right away to village over two miles
from us. 1t was whispered from man
to man in the ranks, however, that
there was too much of the blue and
too little Of the red, for the Belgians
had shown on the day before that their
hearts were too soft for the work, and
we had twenty thousand of them for
| comrades. Then even our British
troops were half made up of militia
men and recruits, for the pick of the
old Peninsula regiments were on the
ocean In transports, coming back from
some fools errand with our kinsfolk
OF America. But for all that we could
see the bearskins OF the Guards, two
| strong brigades OF them, and the bon
nets of the Highlanders, and the blue
of the old German legion, and the red
lines of Packs brigade, and Kempt's
brigade, and the green-dotted rifle
men in front and we knew that, come
what might, these were men who would
bide where they were placed. and that
they had man TO lead them who
would place them where they should
| bide.
or the French we had seen little,
save the twinkle of their fires and a
few horsemen here and there on the
curves of the ridge; but as we stood
and waited there came suddenly n
grand blare from their bands, and
their whole army came flooding over
the low hill which had hid them-bri-
gade after brigade, and division after
whole length and depth was blue with
their uniforms and bright with the
CLINT of their weapons. II seemed that
they would never have done, still pour
ing over and pouring over. while our
men leaned on their muskets and
| smoked their pipes, looking down at
this grand gathering and listening TO
what the old soldiers, who had fought
the French before, had to say about
them. Then, when the infantry had
formed in long, deep masses, their
guns came whiriing and bounding
down the slope, and II was pretty to
see how smartiy they unllmbered and
were ready for action. And then. at
stately trot, down came the cav
alry-thirty regiments at the least,
with plume and breastplate, twinkling
sword and fluttering lance-forming
up at the TANKS and rear In long, shift
ing, gllmmerlng lines.
'Them's the chaps" cried our old
sergeant. They're gluttons to fight,
they are. And you see them regi-
ments with the great high hats In the
middle, bit behind the farm? That's
the Guard-twenty thousand Of them,
my sons, and all picked men-gray-
headed devils that have done nothing
but fight since they were as high as
my CATERS. They've three men to our
two, and two guns to one and, by CAD !
they'll make you recruities wish you
were back In Argyle street before they
hava anIchad with won A" Ia Uos NOT