A Daughter of Maryland — page 188: what you’re looking at

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™~, A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. 165 Captain Berners, than whom no one had fought more valiantly throughout that hopeless attack, as he saw his colonel fall, leaped forward, shouting :. ‘*Once more, men, charge! Show your mettle now for your leaders’ sakes. ”’ Then the handful of gallant: battle-scarred fellows rallied, and for the last time hurled themselves upon the enemy. Captain, or rather Colonel Berners as ; by right he was, barely reached the center of the woods before he was met by such a hand-to-hand resistance that he was stopped. ‘*Die!’’ shouted a-tall Pennsylvanian springing into his pathway with a clubbed musket. ‘*Men die when they can’t do anything else!’’ replied the daring Southron, felling the gigantic soldier at his feet. ‘*Charge !’’ At that moment a familiar figure sprang before the inspired leader, bringing a wild cry of dismay from his lips. It was Robert Lancier ! At the sight of his old-time friend de companion the outcast. of Sylvania uttered a cry of wonder. The other might have knocked him senseless, but his arm dropped powerless. As desperate as he was then, he was not so far lost to humanity as to slay the companion of bis boyhood. - The next moment a rifle ball sped past his face so near that he felt its force., His eyesight suddenly left him, every- thing swam before him, and with such a dizziness as he had never known he dropped unconscious on the very spot of the high-water mark of the battle. The tide at its flood ebbed swiftly and disastrously. Of the brave men of Pickett’s charge not one in four escaped. The sun that had risen so brightly upon the Confederate army that morning set in a sea of blood, while the moon looked softly down upon the crushed and shattered flower of the Southern army. COmIG ,00 Ks . “? a a toda oA = 4 7 ie : a” “i