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Show j flow a Hero Snveil ibo Dui. The Duke of Wellington was once asked who, in his opinion, was the bravest brav-est man at Waterloo. "1 can't tell you that," he said, "but 1 can tell you of one than whom there was no braver." The following is the story put in iho words of the writer: "There was a private In the artillery. A farm house, with an orchard surrounded sur-rounded by a thick ledge, formed a most importaut point in the British position, and was ordered to be held against the enemy at any sacrifice. The hottest of the battle raged around this point, but the English Ixihaved well and beat back the French a train aud atraiti. "At last the powder and ball were 1 found to be running short: at the same 1 time the hedges surrounding the orchard took fire. In the meantime a messenger had been sent to the rear for more powder pow-der and ball, and in a short time two loaded wagons came galloping dowu to the farm house, the gallant defenders of which were keeping up a scanty fire through the Haines which surrounded the post. The driver of the first wagon Bpurred his struggling horses through the burning heap: but the flames rose fiercely round and caught the powder, which exploded, sending rider, horses ! and wagon in fragments into the air. For one instant the driver of the second wagon paused, appalled hy his comrade's fate: the next, observing that the flames beaten back for a moment hy the explosion explo-sion alforuVd him one desperate chance, he sent Ins horses at the smoldering breach, and, amid the cheers of the garrison, gar-rison, landed his cargo safely witliin. Behind him the flames closed up and raged more fiercely than ever. This private never lived to reoeivelhe reward which his act merited, but later in the engagement lie was killed, dying with the consciousness that ho had saved the day." Reminiscences. |