"God help us!" A howling blast swept by, lost in the deep muttering of the cannonade.

Then a deep voice rung clearly out, high above the surrounding din: "Comrades, we are lost! let us die like brave men!" The shriek of departing hope was echoed back by the sullen groan of despair.

Travis fell, fighting at the entrance.

As the hero sank upon the glory floor, there was a pause; friend and foe gazed upon the noble form! His spirit sprung up to meet his God.
"On, comrades! Travis has fallen! dearly will we die!" One hundred and fifty brave hearts poured out their life-blood by his motionless form, struck down like sheep in the slaughter-pen.

But seven remained: in despair they gazed on the ruin around, reeling from exhaustion and slipping in gore.