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Rh Each trooper drew a heavy breath, then gathered up his reins, And pressed the helmet o'er his brow; the horses tossed their manes In protest fierce against the curb, and spurned the springy heath, Impatient for the trumpet's sound to bid them rush to death.

"Well, boy, that moment seemed an hour: at last we heard the words,— 'Dragoons! I know you'll follow me. Ride steady, men! Draw swords!' The trumpet sounded: off we dashed, at first with steady pace. But growing swifter as we went. Oh! 'twas a gallant race! Three-fourths the ground was left behind: the loud and thrilling 'Charge!' Rang out; but, fairly frantic now, we needed not to urge