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170 With voice or rein our gallant steeds, or touch their foaming flanks. They seemed to fly. Now straight in front appeared the kneeling ranks. Above them waved a standard broad: we saw their rifles raised,— A moment more, with awful crash, the deadly volley blazed. The bullets whistled through our ranks, and many a trooper fell; But we were left. What cared we then? but onward rushing still! Again the crash roared fiercely out; but on I still madly on! We heard the shrieks of dying men, but recked not who was gone. We gored the horses' foaming flanks, and on through smoke and glare We wildly dashed, with clenched teeth. We had no thought, no care! Then came a sudden, sweeping rush. Again with savage heel