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46 GIDZON GODROLN. “Steady boys, and J’2 supply you!” - And while Horace charged the enemy with his horse, that he might not perceive this want, Gideon spurred to « church at a short distance. He reached the edifice, leaped from his saddlé through the window, and disappeared. All wondered if Gideon could have thus martially retired to prayer at this eventful moment when defeat or victory seemed to hang on paper, and while they feveris!.ly watched the place of ingress, Gideon reappeared, bearing <wo enormous forage-bags, filled with books, and with the speed of lightning, he rejoined. the combatants. Distributing among them a supply of the defi- ent material, he exclaimed, as the firing was renewed, and e music of destruction inspired his feelings: “ Exorcise ’em, boys, exorcise "em !” As his facetiousness warmed, a unflinch- ing soldiery the various pages of his ris ebro. vociferated : “ Give ’em Revelations, boys ; that Il tenet “em judgment, I guess. Put Watts into’em and try their taste for psalmody. What! do they sing? Then give’em double charges shor: meter! There’s the Book of Exodus for your cartridge.” A shout—loud, glorious and triumphant—rose into the air with the smoke from this famous volley. The enemy yielded, and, to make the victory yet more complete, down thundered upon the foe the watchful Horace with his cavalry. The astonished British, before half their strength, and a crowd of desperate men and boys, were compelled to retreat. Above the almost were ase heard : vf «Mow thene'#ithh, shew houses,” said he, pointing to the smouldering ruins; * ali are yet gained is them, except revenge and victory—them fellers ha’ got the plunder. Let's arter “em, boys, and get back the chattels.” The men assented with a cheer. The boys, grown stern by battie, sprung forward with a poignant cry—and the enemy Was so closely and vigorously followed, that they were but too GORE OO KSACOKn —,