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ARNOLD WINKELRIED
A GREAT army was marching into Switzerland. If it should go much
farther, there would be no driving it out again. The soldiers would burn
the towns, they would rob the farmers of their grain and sheep, they
would make slaves of the people.
The men of Switzerland knew all this. They knew that they must fight
for their homes and their lives. And so they came from the mountains
and valleys to try what they could do to save their land. Some came with
bows and arrows, some with scythes and pitchforks, and some with only
sticks and clubs.
But their foes kept in line as they marched along the road. Every soldier
was fully armed. As they moved and kept close together, nothing could be
seen of them but their spears and shields and shin-ing armor. What could
the poor country people do against such foes as these?
"We must break their lines," cried their leader; "for we cannot harm them
while they keep together."
The bowmen shot their arrows, but they glanced off from the soldiers'
shields. Others tried clubs and stones, but with no better luck. The lines
were still unbroken. The soldiers moved steadily onward; their shields
lapped over one another; their thousand spears looked like so many long
bristles in the sunlight. What cared they for sticks and stones and
huntsmen's arrows?
"If we cannot break their ranks," said the Swiss, "we have no chance for
fight, and our country will be lost!"
Then a poor man, whose name was Arnold Winkelried, stepped out.
"On the side of yonder mountain," said he, "I have a happy home. There
my wife and children wait for my return. But they will not see me again,
for this day I will give my life for my country. And do you, my friends, do
your duty, and Switzerland shall be free."
With these words he ran forward. "Follow me!" he cried to his friends. "I
will break the lines, and then let every man fight as bravely as he can."
He had nothing in his hands, neither club nor stone nor other weapon.
But he ran straight onward to the place where the spears were thickest.
"Make way for liberty!" he cried, as he dashed right into the lines.
A hundred spears were turned to catch him upon their points. The
soldiers forgot to stay in their places. The lines were broken. Arnold's
friends rushed bravely after him. They fought with what-ever they had
in hand. They snatched spears and shields from their foes. They had no
thought of fear. They only thought of their homes and their dear native
land. And they won at last.
Such a battle no one ever knew before. But Switzerland was saved, and
Arnold Winkelried did not die in vain.