Mike Vendetti
speaker
1,621 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Mike Vendetti’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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It is desperate work to try to check when to the fires of nature are added the furious blaze of hostile arms, every rifle sighted by savage, vengeful foe.
Check it, lads, check it out.
Ten yards out shouted Ray to his gallant fellows, now lost in the smoke, while he again rushed across the front to meet the charging Sioux.
With his brave young face all grime, Field, was already at work, guiding, urging, aiding his little band.
Both hands, both hands, he cried, as wielding his folded blanket, he smote the fringe of flame.
Stop it out.
Great God wing.
Are you hit?
For answer the sergeant by his side went plunging down, face foremost, and the trooper Denny, rushing to aid his young officer in the effort to raise the stricken man, as suddenly loosed his hold, and then together again, these two sworn comrades of many a campaign lay side by side, as they had lain in camp in Bivouac, all over the wide frontier.
And poor Denny could only grasp a loyal word of warning to his officer, and
Get back, sir, for God's sake, get back ere the life blood came gushing from his mouth.
Bending low, Field grabbed the faithful fellow in his strong arms, and calling to the nearmost men to look to wing, bore his helpless burden back through stifling smoke clouds, laid him on a turf at the foot of the cottonwood.
Then ran again to the perilous work of fighting the flames, stumbling midway over another prostrate form.
Both hands, both hands, he yelled as again his blanket whirled in the air, and so
By dint of desperate work.
The inner line of flame at last was stayed.
But every man of the gallant little squad of firefighters had paid the penalty of his devotion and felt the sting of hissing lead.
Field the last of all.
Westward now well nigh a hundred yards in width, a broad black, smoking patch stretched across the pathway of the swift coming wall of smoke and flame, a safeguard to the beleaguered command worth all the soldier sacrifice it cost, and grand and furious sweep, the scourge of the prairies sent its destroying line across the wide level to the south of the shelter.
filtering grove.
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