On this awful battle field a certain officer
from the Kentucky regiment was stricken down by a ball. His friends
were compelled to give way, and, although with great reluctance,
to leave him to the lance and knife. As the unfortunate man saw
his fate in the ferocious looks of the advancing Mexicans, he
endeavored to secure an interposing hand, if haply there might
be a brother in that phalanx, and with trembling limbs made the
silent appeal. It was noticed by a Mexican officer who rushed
forward with shout and blow to save him.
His comrades saw it all the silent gesture the generous act, then the dark curtain of battle closed around. The next day they went back with anxious quest for him, but his body alone was there, gashed and horribly mangled the interposing had come too ate.
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