tailieunhanh - The Lost Guidon, And The Phantom Of Bogue Holauba (dodo Press) By Charles Egbert Craddock

“Rally on the guidon! Dovinger‘s Rangers! Rally on the reserve!“ The bridge that crossed the river, which was running full and foaming, had been burnt; but a span, charred and broken, still swung from the central pier. Over toward the dun-tinted west a house was blazing, fired by some stray bomb, perhaps, or by official design, to hinder the enemy from utilizing the shelter, and its red rage of destruction bepainted the clouds that hung so low above the chimneys and dormer-win | The Lost Guidon and The Phantom of Bogue Holauba Charles Egbert Craddock DODO I WI PRESS The Lost Guidon THE LOST GUIDON Night came early. It might well seem that day had fled affrighted. The heavy masses of clouds glooming low which had gathered thicker and thicker as if crowding to witness the catastrophe had finally shaken asunder in the concussions of the air at the discharges of artillery and now the direful rain always sequence of the shock of battle was steadily falling falling on the stricken field. Many a soldier who might have survived his wounds would succumb to exposure to the elements during the night debarred the tardy succor that must needs await his turn. One of the surgeons at their hasty work at the field hospital under the shelter of the cliffs on the slope paused to note the presage of doom and death and to draw a long breath before he adjusted himself anew to the grim duties of the scalpel in his hand. His face was set and haggard less with a realization of the significance of the scene for he was used to its recurrence than simply with a physical reflection of horror as if it were glassed in a mirror. A phenomenon that had earlier caught his attention in the landscape appealed again to his notice perhaps because the symptom was not in his line. Looks like a case of dementia he observed to the senior surgeon standing near at hand. The superior officer adjusted his field-glass. Looks like Death on the White Horse he responded. Down the highway at a slow pace rode a cavalryman wearing a gray uniform with a sergeant s chevrons and