Year: 1863

precious face then she mounted hel
own stout mare and led the way. She
guided them safely in the intricate path
up the very edge of the ravine, where
according to Armstrong; talk, she knew
the wild foe were hidden. 1t was the
very spot Zagonyi wished 10 be in, aud
she had saved him long stretch oI
dangerous road. Then she fell back to
the rear, just as Zagonyi's eager eye took
in the whole Of his position. Desperate
What will he say, what will those men
do who have been taunted with being
holiday soldiers on the pavement of ST.
Louis?


Soldiers, your war cry is, Fremont
and the Union Draw sabre, by the
right flank, quick trot, march !!


His voice, shriled and intense, pierre
ed every heart, as those bright swords
gittered in the sunshine and the little
band sped on their deadly work. |
wonder not that Lucy Dudley's brown
mare KEEP her place, as eager as her mis-
tress to do gallant work. That battle
will always burn on the pages Of histo-
ry, and | need write none Of its details
here only this much, that everywhere,
helping on the wounded, handing weap-
ons, doing anything, everything that a
cool head and trusty hand could do,
vas Lucy Dudley. AT last the day was
ours, and as Zagonyi gathered the rem
nant of his force about him, he shrauk
back, for he could not count the dead,
and it took not long TO number the liy-
ing. Where was Lucy Dudley? Hard
ly one of those bloody, blackened faces
but could tell Of some good deed she
did for them during those long dreadful
! hours.


| Even while ,hey were speaking Of her
she came in sight, and not now mount,
ed on her brown mare, but instead, the
mare was harnossed t. a market wagon,
and its broad bottom was covered with
wounded soldiers. She was walking be-
side it holding the reins, looking fearful,
ly pale and tired for, now the excite
ment was past, her womanhood was up
permosl, and h.r only care was to help
the wounded and comfort the dying


They knew she was taking their sutf-
ering comrades 10 tie shelter Of her own
home, and not man, from the Major
downwards, but would have been eager
. to escort her, but she refused them all
and when the Major pressed the matter,
she told them she knew the way better
than they did, and was safe enough
alone. They gathered around her they
called her all noble, heroic names, such
as men use in moments of elevation OF
soul but she looked surprised and ans
wered almost coIdly, why shouldn't l
do what l could NJ grandmother
did more al Bunker Hill, and her hus-
band died at Concord


They bent before her as she turned
away, and not one of those strong hand
ed German fellows will ever forget the
woman who fought side by side with
them at the battle OF Springfield, Home
she went 10 find the old mother dead,
and the children hiding from the retreat
ing rebels; but the flag still waved, and
as the poor pale fellows in the cart
caught sight of lis blessed folds, they
gave a feeble shout, touching in its weak
ness.


All through the winter she nursed
and fed that house full OF sufferers, and
as one after another grew strong and
left her, all she asked them, was thai
they would strike manly blows for their
country, and keep the noble war cry o.
Zagonvi, The Union and Fremont
close to their hearts. No Dudley thai
ever won spurs in the olden days had 8
braver or more loving heart than hers.