But a young sol dier, black or white, soon finds that this sort of thing U very different from musketry practice at the range.’ "tW fyrgefs stand out sharp and clear, neither do they fire back, and it is a different thing to walk up to a pi'a of logs behind which the foe are lying snugly hidden and know that there are probably a score of gun barrels following every move, Presently, there was a fi filing of gaspipe guns from behind the breastwork, and two of the men dropped their rifles and collapsed, a moaning, writhing heap, on the damp grasses, while the officer felt his hsatt boating faster, and the advance grew slower, one or two of the West Inclias looking longingly over their shoulders towards the forest behind. Revolver in hand, tha white man sprang in front. ' ‘ * Come on, nj«n J.' he shouted. J What are you waiting for ?’ 1 But tha men seemed in no mqnd to hurry; the brejjstvyork looked very grim with tile blue smbjre cfjrling abpye it into the npontjajr glare, The distance grow shorter and shorter j then a sparkle of flame blew along the forest of the lugs, and a negro shot through the ohest fell across the lieutenant, staining his Khaki uniform with warm blood, while a shower of cast-iron crashed through tha forest and several of the soldiers ataguered or fell beneath their comrades’ feet. This would never do. The white man could see that the spirit was fast dying out of his troops, and be shouted— ‘ B'ire a volley, at one hundred yards I Beady ! Present I Kite !’ Following ll;? blaze of the Sniders, several pounds of lead tnra’up the grass jn front tf the breaatword, or struck the logs with a dull thud", but though a few white splinters flew here and there a rifle ball cannot pierce a tree trunk, th'4 there was a ■yell' of detisjop from the other 'side', ’ ‘ Charge I’’ shouted the. 