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The Abbeville Banner, 1847-03-03

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md beauty of shape made you forainness of his caparison, Pulaski pith a form six feet in height, mas: ana limbs ef iron, was attired in mform, that was seen from afar, y the black clouds of battle. His with the scars of Poland, was the I man who had seen muuii tiuuulc, much wrongs- It was stamped expression of abiding melancholy, in hue, lighted by large dark eyes; lip darkened by a thick moustache, it and chin were covered with a jaru, while his hair fell in raven from beneat his trooper's cap, shields a. ridge of glittering steel. word that hung by his side, fashion-; ipereft steel, with a hilt of iron was u^varj-inr_alone could lift. It was .rray he rode toTiatiierlbHonyad.liv_a three hundred men, whose faces, ill the scorching of a tropical sun, liv nnrttiprn snnwa. tinrp annroo

? . . W> ... ?uv UUIUU Ul UCtlill they came! Routed, defeated, crushed,the red coats flee from the hill, while the iron bands weep round the form of George Washin gton?-they encircled him with their forms of oak. their swords of steel?the shout of his name shrieks through the. air, and away to the American host they bear him itj all a soldier's battle joy. It was at Savannah that night came down upon Pulaski. Yes, I see him now, under the gloom of night, riding forward to yonder ramparts, his black steed roaring ololt, while two hundred of his own men follow at his back. Right on, neither looking to the right or the left, he rides, his. eye fixed upon the cannon of the British, his sword gleaming over his head. For the last time, they heard that war crv?

puitui kiua ocuwuiig^ but has reiterated his Tormar order to Coi.. H. It was thought, however, that he : would recall this order^and per mi t the jfiol. . '' to lead his regiment, we nave receivea^tfc?~ ""V: full adcount of the trial, but cannot possibly . v . Monstrous Musqtjitoes.?-Sir Francis S. , B Head, in " The Emigrant'?after spea- *28 j king of the bull-dogboldness of the mosqui- . ^ loes in Upper Canada?relates what he had heard concerning the sadae " birds" in '. V'llH Michigan: .. ' tSOM "An American living near the Grand River, Michigan, told the following story concerning the mosquitoes: Being-in" '.the woods, he was one dav so nnnovprVKxr tV>o?v? -

He rode madly upon the bayonts oPthe pursuing .British, his sword gathering victim after victim; even "there in front of their I whole army, he filing his steed across the ' path of the retreating Americans, he be! sought them in his broken English, to turn, to make one .more effort; he shouted in hoarse tones that the day was not yet lost! They did not understand his words, but the tones in which he spoke thrilled their blood.. The picture, too, standing out from Ihe clouds of battle??-a warrior, convulsed with passion, covered with blood, leaning dVer the qeck of his steed} while his eyes seemed turned to fire, and the muscles of his bronzed face writhed like serpents?-that ni/>tnrD T dov fill a/4 mow n V? ?? * U ?

4| Bay a battle. They were mostlj Eu^fljttH&ns; some Germans, some Polanders, Hp deserters from the British Army.? jWfetee were the men to fight. To be taken H IpMMthe British would be death, and death |^*Bie gibbet; therefore tliey fought their flB'andfought to the last gasp rather than uJJWnutter a word about "quarter." ^||wheii they chrrged it was as one man, three hundred swords flashing over ^mp^ads, against the clouds of battle. -came down upon the.enemj^r terrible 3gw8Kcfti without a word spoken, not even a ^B^-You coidd hear,th? tramp of their r^SMH^ds, you could hear the rattling of their ^ fcWrds but that was all. $g^.ctwhen they closed with the British, J?^<;ould hear a noise, like the echo of a

! J , j .x.u >IVI1 auuiciiWUItt'Uj I which proves that the ^neray have opened on us in enrnest, and their hatred is mortal. On the 11th of January 1 met Lieut. Ritchie of the 4th Infantry, but then acting with the 2d Dragoons, on his way from Saitilio, with ten dragoons, to Victoria, bearing important daspatches to Gen. Taylor, from Gen. Sccttand othrrs. It is said these containe/l the whole plan of the operations in which icc arc about to engage. While on the load between Monterey and Victoria, "but at what place I cannot learn, the party, was attacked, young Ritchie was lassoed and dragged across a cornfield, and the dev spatclies carried off. The ten dragoons were either killed or taken prisoners.?

vo and Gamargo. My first act would be to shoot every man in Mier, then go and burn every ranchor oh the route,Tor ten miies right and left, and shoot every man, to Oerralvo?-and then continue to shoot, in that region, as fast as the made their 'appearance. But here is news thaowH^cate a deep -o<maation"ln lhe"States. The following letter reached -jen. ;\Vortli last evening,.joJEcourse there is no doubt about its correctness. It is from Capt. Chapman, of the army. Saltillo, January I have only, tiine to write a word ? Major Borland, of the Arkansas cavalry, with 5(\ men, and Major Gaines and Gassius M. Clay,. with 30 mun. were.suri l ' 1 ' ' nriQOn Qhfl.' Aar\?ltvo/l ** **

" Forwarts, Brudern, Forwarts!" Then ihey saw that black horse plunging forward, his forefeet resting on the cannon of the enemy, while his warrior rider, arose' in all the pride of his form, his face bathed ill a flash of red light. That flash once gone, they saw Pulaski no more. . But they found him, yes beneath the enemy's cannon, crushed by the same gun, that killed his ateed,?yes they found them, ilie horse snd rider, resting together in death, that noble face glaring in the midnight sky with glassy eye. So in his glory lie died. And while America and Poland were yet in chains. He diecLiri ihe stout hope that both, v/ould one da?&(B.i"ree. With Ve'gard to America,

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