The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . - cried. Never! was the defiant answer in excellentEnglish. In another instant he would have been pinnedto the earth had not Captain Stevens leaped madlyforward and, with a backward stroke of his sword,swept away the bayonets. Dont harm a hair of his head! he shouted. The young Mexican whose life he had savedsprang to his feet and, with a wave of his hand,leaped over a pile of stones, disappearing just asthe last grand charge was made by the Mexic
The real America in romance, with reading courses : being a complete and authentic history of America from the time of Columbus to the present day . - cried. Never! was the defiant answer in excellentEnglish. In another instant he would have been pinnedto the earth had not Captain Stevens leaped madlyforward and, with a backward stroke of his sword,swept away the bayonets. Dont harm a hair of his head! he shouted. The young Mexican whose life he had savedsprang to his feet and, with a wave of his hand,leaped over a pile of stones, disappearing just asthe last grand charge was made by the Mexicans. Arthurs lines were swept back, and for a fewmoments participated in that terrific struggle whichproved victorious to the Americans. Night, awelcome blessing, fell on the awful scene, andthough the thermometer was again below freezing ARTHUR AT BUEXA VISTA. poiDt: ArtliY.; down on the hard ground slept £ e American loss was 1 - n killed, fourhundi, . - ^ded. The ride?, s vix tte sabbb haxd. and - ssmg- A g the & ¥ B M K L assistam fcant-g ss ol - v. s was es1 ----- -: dred to 1 - - CHAPTER XI. THE MEXICAN BROTHER. On that sad, dark, cold night, while many gal-lant hearts lay stilled forever on the battle-field atBuena Vista, and while the noble Mexican womenwere still hovering over the field of death likeangels of mercy giving aid to wounded friends andfoes alike, a solitary horseman rode along the SanLuis Potosi road. He was a Mexican officer, buthis once brilliant, gaudy uniform was now dust-stained and dilapidated. He had lost his hat, anda handkerchief bound about his head covered aslight wound above his right brow, and at thesame time afforded his only protection. The road betrayed evidences of flight and re-treat. Broken gun-carriages and supply-wagonswere everywhere abandoned, and the road wasstrewn with muskets, belts, cartridge-boxes, swordsand broken lances. Defeated! gasped the horseman sadly. Re-treating! Alas, poor Snowf
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