A GREAT army was marching into
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
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
"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
"On the side of yonder
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
"Make way for
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