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in*; ami cvnutertnarvuing «»i tlm vreqneni cnrp*.from rflrian*paiilioui ou the summit; lhp*|H*rd-lng of officer* on horseback, anil the occasional movement of small squadrons of dragoons, who nrre *» one mmurfit seen struggling along the side* of the mountain. and, at another, descending toward* the base, or returning to tiiosuminit, diH**b»*M-«l the nrnvitiUM and activity of the preparation with which a ronrngcou* soldier may l»e supposed to make ready for his foe.It na« w ith a look of sorrowful cotieerti. which brought tear* into her eye*, that Mildred gaxrd upon VItin hoot, and Mrained her vision iu the vain endeavor to catch some evidences of tho presence of Arthur Mutter.••We hothhmk. perchance, she said to herself. ♦*»t thie very instant, upon yon hateful banner— and with the same aversion; bat, oh. with what more painful apprehension it is uiv fnrtnne to behold it! Little docs he think that Mildred's even are turned upon it. *Tis well he does uot— his noble heart would chafe itself with ten fold anguish at the erne! thraldom that separate* ns. Ye*, 'tis well that he dors not dream that his Mildred Is here to witness this dreadful *trug-glr,” she ©outinaed, ra using over the subject of her grief; “it might tempt him to a rash endeavor to break hi* bondage. It is he Her a* it is: the misery of the thought ot our afflict ions should be mine only; the brave patience of a manly soldier in his, and should uot he embittered with sorrow* that belong not to the perils of war.’'Sister,'’ said Henry, who had stolen till the hill unobserved, ami now stood beside Mildred, .‘•take con rage and keep a good heart! The Tery day I often prayed to «tce liaa come—and it has coma sooner thau you promised it should. Here 1 am iu the field, amongst men. and no play game is it, either, to keen as bnsy, hnt downright earnest bottle. And then, dear abtsr, J°® here to look on—isn't that a piece of good luck*Ah. brother. I could talk to yoo with a beautiful tongue, when all around ua was near* and ■ecaritv. I canoot exhort you uow. if I dare, I would beg yon to stay by mx side. I have need of your fool fort, and shudder with chilly fear. HourT. that small band of yours can do no service to-day—aud in truth, I cannot hear to *e* yoo express no danger.‘•In tears, sister! Come, now, this i* not like yon. Hasn’t Arthur fonght many a day ann often? And didn’t you set him on, with good, brave words for it f'I was uot there to see him.” interrupted Mildred.’•'VeU, sister, I most goto my post, said Henry. “I serve as aide-de-camp, aud Horse bboe is to help me. Hy-the-hy, Mildred, the 8ergrant is uncommonly silent and bnsy to-day. He smells this battle lilt, an old soldier, and. aud ! heard b»tu *.!*«. a frvr biiita to Campbell, concerning the march tip yonder hill—be told him the column should not displav until iber got near the ton, as l-ergnaon ha* no cannon; and the Colo-ThLkm JUR*1***- Horse-Shoe, moreover,think, w. mu u., lh.m_»01, lhe h»ve«- 1 *h*“oot.*1 rail win ip, anu r'lii'HM, racu si iuohead of his men in the centre division of the army, steadily enauiMOMil thn a«c*nf of the mountain; ami it was nut until they had nearly reached the summit, that the first peal of battle broke n|*oll the sleeping echoes.When the hreerc had partially rleaml atcnv the clouds of smoko, ami opened the glimpses of the battle behind if. the troops of (Tmitpbcll were •een recoiling hefiorw on iui|»ctuon* rharge *»t the bayonet, iu which Ferguson himself led the wav. A sudden halt by the retreating Whigs, and a steru front steadfastly opposed to the foc.'checkvd the ardor of Ids pursuit at an early moment, and, iu turn, he w;.v* discovered ‘retiring toward* his original ground, hotly followed by the mountaineers.At this jnnctnre. the di*tant firing heard from either flank furnished evidence that Sevier ami Cleveland had both ©nine in contact with the enemy. The uprising of smoko above the tree* showed the seat of the combat to l»e below the summit, on the mountain side*, and that tin* enemy had there half-way met his f**-; whilst the fhouts of the soldier*, alternating l»etween the parties of cither army, no less distinctly pro-c I aimed the fart that, at the**- remote points. thenilfield was disputed with bloody resolution and rarions sneer**.The irapreasHti of tliis contact was various. Fart* of each force broke before their antagonists; and in I boat! spot* where the array of the fight might be di*orrued through the shade of the forest or the smoke of battle, both Royalists and Whigs were found, at thesama inatsuf, to have driven bark detached fragments of their adverse ranks; aud for ft time no conjecture might bo iudulgcd as to the side to v birb victory would turn.Through ihr diu and disorder of this fight, it in fit that I should take time to mark the w andering* of Galbraith Robinson, wh.we exploits this day won Id not ill deserve the |ff*n of Froialt;ari. The doughty Sergeant had. for a time, retained hi* post m the ranks of the Amherst Rangers, and with them had travelled toward the nrnnn-tain top, close in the rear of Campbell'* hue. Bat when the troop* had recoiled Ik-fore the frequent charges of the Royalists, finding hi* station, at best, but that of an inactive spectator, he made lio scruple of dwwrtiug hi* companion*, and trring bis-fortnoe on the field in such form of advcutnre a* boat fflM hie temper. W ith no etlivr W c^,Mn than his enstomary rifle, be itnod his ground whan others retreated. and saw tho ebb and flow of fiigbt and chose roundhim. according U» the varying destiny of the day. In tbesedifficnltirw.it was bis good fortune to escape unhurt* a piece of luck that “ay. perhaps be attributed to the cool nans with which h* either galloped ovrr an sdversary or around him, as the emergency rendered most advisable.In the midst of this busy occupation, he thought he recngniffd the figure ami dress of one familiar to bis eve. The perwoc tbns singled ont by the Sergeant’s glaucr. stood bare-headed upon a projecting mao* of rock, apparently looking with in eager gate towards the distant combat No sooner did the otijecttire that this might be Arthur Holler tlash across his thought, then b*
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Troy, Kansas, US
Thu, Mar 04, 1875
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