Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The Lebanon Club
 The skirmish at Lexington
 Fight at Concord
 Fifer's story
 The expedition against Ticonde...
 Putnam's escape
 Battle of Bennington
 The capture of General Sulliva...
 The patriotism of Mrs. Borden
 The escape of Captain Plunkett
 The treason of Rugsdale
 The cruelty of Tarleton
 Lee's legion
 The attack on General Wayne
 The mutiny at Morristown
 The treason of Bettys
 The battle of Bunker's Hill
 Exploits of Peter Francisco
 The exploit of Col. Allan...
 The adventure of Major Lee
 General Daniel Morgan
 The battle of Oriskany

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Title: The Yankee tea-party, or, Boston in 1773
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Title: The Yankee tea-party, or, Boston in 1773
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Physical Description: xii, 192 p. ,<7> leaves of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.
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Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: 1851
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Table of Contents
        Page iv
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    Title Page
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
    Table of Contents
        Page xi
        Page xii
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The Lebanon Club
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
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    The skirmish at Lexington
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
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    Fight at Concord
        Page 31
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        Page 36a
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    Fifer's story
        Page 43
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    The expedition against Ticonderoga
        Page 63
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    Putnam's escape
        Page 70
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    Battle of Bennington
        Page 75
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    The capture of General Sullivan
        Page 88
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    The patriotism of Mrs. Borden
        Page 97
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    The escape of Captain Plunkett
        Page 99
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        Page 101
        Page 102
    The treason of Rugsdale
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
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    The cruelty of Tarleton
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 116a
        Page 117
        Page 118
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    Lee's legion
        Page 120
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    The attack on General Wayne
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
    The mutiny at Morristown
        Page 137
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        Page 139
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    The treason of Bettys
        Page 147
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        Page 148a
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    The battle of Bunker's Hill
        Page 153
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    Exploits of Peter Francisco
        Page 160
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    The exploit of Col. Allan M'Lean
        Page 164
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    The adventure of Major Lee
        Page 168
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    General Daniel Morgan
        Page 179
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    The battle of Oriskany
        Page 183
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IN explanation of the plan of this work, it
may be stated, that such an occasion as that
upon which the outline events happened
seemed to us most proper for the object in
view. A Fourth of July festival in the old
rendezvous of the Boston Tea-party is surely
well calculated to excite patriotic feeling; and
when to those who participated in the festival
are added a number of the veterans of the War
of Independence, filled with glorious recollec-
tions, the effect is to turn the mind to the
admiration and veneration of the men and
deeds of the trying time."


No event excites more interest among Ame-
ricans than the destruction of the tea in Boston
harbour. Then and there, the unconquerable
resolution of freemen was first made apparent
to the obstinate oppressors of our infant coun-
try. Yet, until of late years, the history of
the affair was very imperfectly known, and
the names of the men who participated in it
scarcely mentioned. In these pages will be
found a faithful account of this glorious ex-
ploit, and, in connection with the other narra-
tives, it is hoped it will kindle in the breasts
of young readers an enthusiasm for liberty
and a love of heroic excellence.




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LEE'S LEGION ... .. 120
















THOSE who have been associated in the performance
of any deed of valor or patriotism ever feel attracted to
each other by an influence stronger and nobler than that
of friendship. The daring patriots who joined in resist-
ance to the tyrannizing might of Britain, were men
pledged to die rather than betray each other, and to
maintain their rights while they could lift the sword or
aim the musket; and that pledge made them look upon
each other in after years, when the storm of war was
hushed and security dwelt at the fireside, as brothers
whom no petty cause could sunder nor ill report make
foes. These remarks apply, especially, to those who first
threw themselves into the breach, and resolved that, if the
British ministry would adopt such measures as the stamA
act, their execution should be resisted and become dif&
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cult, and if such measures were passed as the act taxing tea,
coffee, and the comforts of life, that the tea should never
be landed, and thus prove a loss to its owners. The
men who threw the tea into Boston harbor were patriots
united by a sense that union was necessary for the salva-
tion of liberty; and they were attracted to each other by
the same influence during the bloody struggle which
succeeded. What wonder, then, that they loved to
meet in after years, to wish each other health and happi-
ness, and chat over the stirring events in which they had
participated, and to which their first bold deed was as
the spark to dry hay, kindling to a fierce blaze the ready
seeds of war.
It was the fourth of July in Boston. Throughout the
city which cradled the Revolution, the anniversary of
the birth of the free and happy United States of America
was celebrated with rejoicings unknown to the shackled
people of monarchical countries. Meetings were held in
various parts of the city, patriotic and democratic
speeches made, bells rung, cannons fired, pistols,
crackers, and fireworks of all descriptions discharged,
toasts drank, and festivities of all kinds indulged. The
soldiers paraded the streets with fine bands discoursing
most excellent music, and followed by the usual crowd.
Bunker Hill was the scene of a large patriotic meeting,
and the events of the 'trying time' were again and
again recounted with much enthusiasm.
But a more unusual and far more interesting meeting
occurred in Boston, about a quarter of a mile from the
wharf known ever since the commencement of the Re-



evolution as Griffin's Wharf. In the upper room of an old
and somewhat dilapidated tavern were assembled a party
of old and young men--the representatives of two gen-
erations. Three of the old men were the remaining mem-
bers of the famous Lebanon Club; the first liberty club
formed in the colonies, and the one which designed and
executed the project of destroying the tea at Boston.
They had come from various parts of the country, upon
agreement, to meet once more in the house where the
disguised members of the club had met on the evening
of the sixteenth of December, 1773. The names of the
old patriots were David Kinnison, Adam Colson, and
Lendall Pitts. Five other veterans had joined the party
by invitation, together with half-a-dozen young men
who had arranged the meeting and paid all expenses,
with a view of passing the Fourth of July in a novel and
interesting manner.
A well-laden table extended the whole length of the
room, and flags, banners, and appropriate emblems and
devices, were hung on the walls. There was no formal
organization, as at public festivals, no president elected,
and no list of toasts prepared. It was intended to be
a sociable gathering. No band of well-arranged and
harmonized instruments appeared, but old Jacob Brown
and old Samuel Hanson, a fifer and a drummer of the
continental army, occasionally stirred the hearts and
fired the eyes of the company with the music which had
nerved the patriots of Bunker's Hill and Bennington.
Each of the veterans sat in an arm-chair at the table,
the young men being distributed among them so as to



wait upon them occasionally, and show them every
Mr. Kinnison, though not the oldest man of the com-
pany, looked as if he had seen the hardest service, and
received the hardest buffets of Time. His features be-
spoke a strong and energetic mind, and his eye was full
of fire and activity. His hair was grey and bushy,
partly covering a large scar on his high forehead. He
had evidently been a man of powerful frame, but was
now bent with the weight of years. and service. The
other veterans appeared to be generally of the same age,
and to have seen hard toil and service. The fifer was
the most remarkable of the party. In spite of his age
and white hair, his puffed cheeks and the sly twinkle of
his eyes gave him a kind of jolly, frolicsome appear-
ance, which would indicate that age could not chill the
humor of his heart.




When the company were fairly seated at the table,
Mr. Kinnison opened the conversation by asking the
young men if they had ever heard any account of the
Lebanon Liberty Club. They replied they had heard
of the club, but never any definite account.
"Well," s7id Mr. Kinnison, I can tell you some-
thing about it. Mr. Pitts, Mr. Colson, and myself, were
members of a club consisting of seventeen men, living
at Lebpnon, up here in Maine. Most of us were
farmers. We knew what them folks over the river were
aiming at, and we knew that there was no use of dally-
ing about matters. Our rights were to be untouched,
or there must be, a fight. So, you see, we Lebanon
men resolved to form a club, to consider what was to
be done, and to do accordingly. We hired a room in
the tavern of Colonel Gooding, and held regular meet-
ings at night. The colonel was an American of the
right color, but we kept our object secret, not even let-
ting him into it."
2* (17)


"If it isn't too much trouble, Mr. Kinnison, we
should like you to tell us all about what the club had to
do with the tea-party, and how that affair was con-
ducted," said one of the young men, named Hand,
filling the veteran's plate.
SHe can tell you much better than any one else,"
remarked Mr. Pitts. I can vouch for the bold part he
took in it, and he has a better memory than the rest of
"No flattery, Pitts," returned Mr. Kinnison. "My
memory's bad enough, and as for taking such a bold
part in that tea-party, it's all nonsense. If there was a
leader, you was the man. But I '11 tell these young
men all I know of the affair, and what the Lebanon
Club had to do with it."
"Take some of this beef, Mr. Brown ?" interrupted
"Much obliged, sir, but beef is rather too tough for
my gums," replied the old fifer. "J try something
else." Mr. Kinnison went on with krrative.
Well, the seventeen men of our cluhb determined,
whether we were aided or not, to destroy the tea which
the East India Company had sent to Boston. The plan
was soon formed, as it always is whe men are deter-
mined to do a thing. We wanted no captain-each man
could command for himself. Wevrsolved to disguise
ourselves in Mohawk dresses, and carry such arms as
would enable us to sell our lives pretty dearly; we also
pledged ourselves never to reveal the names of any of
the party while there was danger in it. W{ expected




to have a fight anyhow, and the first man who faltered
was to be thrown overboard with the tea. We came to
Boston and found the people ripe for the deed. A great
meeting was to be held at the old South Meeting-house,
and we concluded to wait and see what would be done
there. We lodged at this tavern, and held our councils
up in this room. Well, there was a tremendous meeting
at the Old South, and most of us were there to help to
keep up the excitement, and to push our plan if a chance
appeared. Young Quincy made a speech that stirred
the people, and made them ready for anything which
would show their spirit. The people voted with one
voice that the tea should not be landed. We saw how
things were going, came back to the tavern, put on our
Mohawk dresses, and returned to the meeting. Pitts
succeeded in getting into the church just about dusk
and raising the war-whoop. We answered outside.
Then Pitts cried out, 'Boston harbor a tea-pot to-
"Ay," exclaimed Pitts, brandishing his knife above
his head, "and hurra for Griffin's Wharf!' "
"The crowd echoed Griffin's Wharf," continued
Kinnison, "and hurried towards that place. Our men
joined together, returned to the tavern, got our muskets
and tomahawks, and collected about seventy men to-
gether, armed with axes and hatchets. Then we pushed
for the wharf where the East Indiamen, loaded with the
tea, were lying. Let me see !-The ships were called
the Dartmouth, the -"
"The Eleanor, and the Beaver," prompted Colson.



"Ay, the Dartmouth, the Eleanor, and the Beaver,"
continued Kinnison. You see, my memory's weak.
Well, when we reached the wharf, there was a crowd
of people near it. It was a clear, moonlight night, and
the British squadron was not more than a quarter of a
mile distant -so, you see, there was a little risk. We
did n't halt long. Pitts led the way on board the Dart-
mouth, and we followed, musket and tomahawk in hand.
Nobody offered any show of fighting for the tea. We
cut open the hatches, and'some of the men went down
and passed up the chests, while others cut 'em open
and emptied the green stuff into the water. The crew
of the vessel were afeard to stir in stopping us, for we
told 'em we 'd shoot the first man who interfered. I tell
you, there was quick work there. When we had cleared
that ship of the tea, we hurried off to the others, Pitts
still leading the way, and rlid the same kind of work
for them. The people began to crowd on the wharf,
and some of 'em came to help us. I guess there was
about a hundred and fifty of us on the third ship, all
hard at work passing up the chests, cutting 'em open
and spilling the tea. Within two hours, about three
hundred and fifty chests of the tea were thus destroyed.
The crowd cheered us once in a while, and we knew
we 'd have friends enough if the red-coats attempted to
attack us. When we had emptied the last chest that
could be found, we gave three of the loudest cheers
and gained the wharf. A drummer and fifer were
ready, as Mr. Brown and Mr. Hanson can inform you,
and we formed a procession and marched up to this



tavern. Here the crowd gave our band of Mohawks
cheer after cheer and then dispersed. But we did n't
intend to end the night's work so quietly. We had a
supper prepared just where we are now eating, and
Josiah Quincy and some other big men came to join us.
We made a night of it, I tell you. Pitts, I think, got
very drunk, so many wanted to drink with such a bold
Pitts was rather disposed to deny the assertion that
he was actually drunk; but Kinnison and Colson said
it was a fact, and he, at length, admitted that he was
considerably excited, perhaps beyond the command of
his reason. The company laughed at this 'getting
around the stump,' and one of the young men proposed
that Pitts' health should be drank in a glass of ale. The
beverage was ordered and the health of the patriot
drank with a hearty relish. The work of demolishingu
the eatables then went bravely on.
"Mr. Kinnison," said Mr. Colson, there's one in-
cident concerning that tea-party that has slipped your
memory. As our procession moved from the wharf and
passed the house of the tory Coffin, Admiral Montague
raised the window, and said, Ah! boys, you have had
a fine evening for your Indian caper; but mind, you 've
got to pay the fiddler yet!' Pitts here shouted, 'Oh
never mind, never mind, squire! Just come out, if you
please, and we '11 settle that bill in two minutes!' The
people shouted, and the admiral thought he had better
put his head in in a hurry."
"That's true," remarked Kinnison. "Well, you



see, my memory is poor. Pitts would have mentioned
it but for his modesty."
I recollect it well," said Pitts. If that tory Coffin
had shown his face that night, I wouldn't have given
three cents for his life."
I think I would have had a slash at him," observed
Kinnison. "I felt as savage as a Mohawk on a war-
I do n't want to interrupt your eating, Brown and
Hanson," said Colson, but could n't you stir us up a
little with the drum and fife ?"
"Ay," added young Hand, who seemed to be the
general mouth-piece of the younger portion of the com-
pany, "give us the air you played when you marched
up from Griffin's Wharf."
"No objection," replied Hanson. "Come, Brown,
get out your whistle. There 's a little music left in it
yet, I know."
The old fife was soon produced, and the drum also;
and moving their chairs a short distance from the table,
the veteran musicians struck up the stirring air of the
old Massachusetts Song of Liberty, once so popular
throughout the colonies, and supposed to have been
written by Mrs. Warren.
"Hurra!" exclaimed Hand, when the musicians hi
concluded. "Three cheers. for the music and t:
musicians!" and three cheers were given quite lui
by the young men, and some of the old ones.
I have a copy of that Song of Liberty," said Hans
" Here it is, with the music. I'll sing it and you must
all join in the chorus."




"Good !" said Kinnison, and the others echoed him.
Hand then sang the following words, the young men
joining in the chorus, and, occasionally, some of the
veterans attempting to do likewise.
Come swallow your bumpers, ye stories, and roar,
That the Sons of fair Freedom are hampered once more;
But know that no cut-throats our spirits can tame,
Nor a host of oppressors shall smother the flame.
In freedom we're born, and, like sons of the brave,
Will never surrender,
But swear to defend her,
And scorn to survive, if unable to save.
Our grandsires, bless'd heroes, we'll give them a tear,
Nor sully their honors by stooping to fear;
Through deaths and through dangers their trophies they won,
We dare be their rivals, nor will be outdone.
In freedom we're born, &c.
Let tyrants and minions presume to despise,
Encroach on our rights, and make freedom their prize;
The fruits of their rapine they never shall keep,
Though vengeance may nod, yet how short is her sleep!
In freedom we're born, &c.
The tree which proud Haman for Mordecai rear'd
Stands recorded, that virtue endangered is spared;
That rogues, whom no bounds and no laws can restrain,
Must be stripp'd of their honors and humbled again.
In freedom we're born, &c.
.OPu wives and our babes, still protected, shall know,
..Z*l e who dare to be free shall forever be so;
''* thn tepe arms and these hearts they may safely rely,
L iaLto freedom we'll live, or like heroes we'll die.
In freedom we 're born, &c.


Ye insolent tyrants! who wish to enthrall;
Ye minions, ye placemen, pimps, pensioners, all;
How short is your triumph, how feeble your trust!
Your honor must wither and nod to the dust.
In freedom we're born, &c.

When oppress'd and approached, our king we implore,
Still firmly persuaded our rights he '11 restore;
When our hearts beat to arms to defend a just right,
Our monarch rules there, and forbids us to fight.
In freedom we're born, &c.

Not the glitter of arms, nor the dread of a fray
Could make us submit to their claims for a day;
Withheld by affection, on Britons we call,
Prevent the fierce conflict which threatens your fall
In freedom we're born, &c.

All ages shall speak with amaze and applause
Of the prudence we show in support of our cause;
Assured of our safety, a Brunswick still reigns,
Whose free loyal subjects are strangers to chains.
In freedom we 're born, &c.

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all,
To be free is to live, to be slaves is to fall;
Has the land such a dastard as scorns not a lord,
Who dreads not a fetter much more than a sword
In freedom we're born, &c."

The song was much applauded for its spirit, and some
of the young men wanted to give three more cheers, but
Hand said they were already making too much noise,
and their enthusiasm cooled. .



"Now," observed Hand, "I should like to hear
some account of how things went on during the war.
We are all in the right mood for it."
"I could talk enough to fill whole books about the
war," replied Kinnison; but I want to hear Mr. Pitts
and Mr. Colson, and the rest of the old 'men, spend a
little breath for our amusement."
Mr. Kinnison was in the fight at Lexington, and all
the principal battles in the Northern States during the
war. I think he could interest you more than I," said
"I 'lI make an'agreement with you," remarked Kin-
nison. If I tell you all I know of that skrimmage at
Lexington, one of you must follow me." The agree-
ment was settled, and Kinnison commenced his narra-
tive of how the first blow of the Revolution was given.
6, <..4 You see, after that tea scape, and the quarrels with
the red-coat troops in Boston, the people of Massachu-
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setts, and, in fact, of nearly all New England, began to
see that there was no way of upholding their rights but
by war, and they accordingly began to arm and practise
military tactics. The fife and drum were to be heard
every day all around the country. In our village we
collected a company of about thirty men. My father,
and two brothers, Samuel and James, and myself, joined
the company, and we used to parade and drill every
day. A bold and knowing fellow, named Jonathan
Williams, was our captain. Well, early in the fall of
1774, we heard the news that Gage had fortified Charles-
town Neck, and sent some troops to seize the gunpowder
at Cambridge. This roused our mettle, and we set into
drilling and learning manoeuvres with more zeal. At
one time a rumor reached us that the British fleet had
bombarded Boston, and, I tell you, the men did turn
put. Some of them wanted to march right down to
Boston. Everywhere the people were crying to arms!
to arms!' and we thought the war had commenced, sure
enough; but it did n't just then. However, there was
about thirty thousand men on the march to Boston, and
they would n't turn back until they found the report was
a hoax. Soon after, the Provincial Congress met, and
they ordered that a large body of minute-men should be
enrolled, so as to be prepared for any attack. The
people of our province took the matter into their own
hands, and organized a body of minute-men without
orders. Our company was included. We were all
ready for fight, but were determined that the red-coata
should strike the first blow; so we waited through the



winter. In March, Gage saw that great quantities of
powder and balls were taken out of Boston into the
country, in spite of his guard on the Neck. Every
market wagon, and every kind of baggage, was stowed
with ammunition. He then sent a party of troops to
Salem to seize some cannon and stores our men had
placed there; but Colonel Pickering, with a few men,
made such a show, that the red-coats marched back
again, without accomplishing their object. Our chief
deposit of stores was at Concord, up here about twenty
miles from Boston; and when our militia-general found
that Gage was sending out parties to sketch the roads,
with the aim of getting our stores into his hands, he sent
word to our company to be on hand, and, if we could,
to come up near Concord. John Hancock, Samuel
Adams, and all of our other big men, left Boston and
went to Lexington, to keep the people moving an*.
ready for an attack."
Dr. Warren stayed in Boston," interrupted Pitts,
"to keep the others informed of the movements of the
Yes," continued Kinnison; the royals, as Deacon
Slocum used to call 'em, did n't hate Warren as much as
they did John Hancock and the Adamses. Well, when
Captain Williams heard of what General Gage was
after, he told us we had b, tter be prepared to march at
a minute's warning. Gage sent eight hundred troops,
under Colonel Smith and Major Pitcorn, on his rascally
errand. They started from Boston about nine o'clock
on the night of the eighteenth of April, never thinking


that our men knew anything about it -but we were
Wait a bit," said John Warner, one of the veterans
who had not yet spoken. "I 'll tell you something. I
was in Boston when the red-coats started, and knew that
the country militia were ready to protect the stores. I
was standing on the Common, talking to a few of my
friends of my own politics, when I said rather loud,
' the British troops will miss their aim.' What aim ?'
inquired a person behind me. 'The cannon at Con-
cord,' replied I as I turned to see who asked the ques-
tion. The man was dressed in British uniform, and he
walked away as I turned to look at him. One of my
friends whispered to me that it was Lord Percy. Soon
after, guards were set at every avenue, and nobody was
allowed to leave the city."
I suppose Lord Percy went to Gage and told him
what he had heard," remarked Kinnison. "It must
have galled him a little to find they were so closely
watched. Well, Captain Williams was first aroused by
the sound of the bells ringing and cannons firing on the
Lexington road, and he ordered us out to march and
join our friends near that place. It was a moonlight
night, and we marched rapidly. When we got about
half-way to Lexington, we met a man who told us that
the minute-men of Lexington were out, but he did n't
think there would be much of a fight. Captain Wil-
liams then thought it would be better for the company
to march to Concord and help defend the stores, but
said that a few of us might go to Lexington, and see


sow things went on. Accordingly, my brother Sam -
a ripe fellow Sam was-and three others, and myself,
were allowed to go to Lexington. We arrived there
about half-past three in the morning, and found the bells
ringing, cannons firing, and about a hundred minute-
men drawn up in front of the meeting-house, waiting
the approach of the enemy. We joined them, and
placed ourselves under the orders of Captain Parker.
Between four and five o'clock, we caught sight of the
red-coats coming along the road, with Pitcorn at their
head. I saw at once that we couldn't make much
show against so many regulars, and I believe all our
men thought the same; but we stood firm, with our
loaded muskets in our hands. The red-coated troops
were drawn up near the meeting-house, just opposite to
us, and loaded their muskets. For a little while, it
seemed as if neither party wanted to begin, and that we
both knew a long war hung on the first fire. At last,
Major Pitcorn and his officers rode forward, waving their
swords and shouting, 'disperse, you villains- you
rebels! why do n't you disperse ?' As we did n't stir,
Pitcorn turned and ordered his troops to press forward
and surround us. -Just then, a few scattering shots
were fired at us, and we Lebanon men returned 'em at
once. Then Pitcorn fired his pistol and gave the word
'fire,' and they did fire. Four of our men fell dead,
and our Sam was wounded in the leg. We had to re-
treat, although I felt savage enough to fight 'em all my-
self; and so I fired my musket, and took hold of Sam,
and helped him to get away with us, The red-coats


continued to fire at us as we retreated, and some of our
men paid 'em in the same coin. Two or three of the
men were killed as they were getting over a stone fence,
and Captain Parker, who would n't run, was killed with
the bayonet. I hurried Sam into a house near by, saw
him safe in the cellar, where the owner of the house
said he would attend to him, and then joined the other
Lebanon men, who were running towards Concord."


You must tell us what took place at Concord, also,"
said young Hand.
"Certainly," replied Kinnison. "Now, that I 've
got into the thing, I wouldn't mind telling you the
whole war-but Concord will do for the present. Well,
after a hard run, we reached Concord, and found the
minute-men collecting from all quarters, and under the
command of Colonel James Barrett. The women and
children were hard at work removing the stores to a
wood a considerable distance off. We joined Captain
Williams, and told him there had been a scrimmage at
Lexington, and that Sam was wounded. Colonel Bar-
rett collected all the minute-men about the place, and
drew 'em up in two battalions, on the hill in the centre
of Concord. We had hardly formed, when we saw the
red-coats coming up only about a quarter of a mile off.
Our officers held a short council. Some were for mak-
ing a bold stand where we were; but the greater
number said it would be best to retreat till we were


reinforced. Accordingly, the back-out advice was
adopted, and we retreated over the North Bridge, about
a mile from the common. I saw the royals come up
and enter Concord in two divisions. Soon after, some
of their companies took possession of the bridges, while
the others hunted the stores. About sixty barrels of
flour were broken open, a large quantity of cannon-
balls thrown into the wells, the liberty-pole cut down,
and the court-house set on fire. But the greater part
of the stores were saved. In the meantime, the minute-
men had come in from Acton, Carlisle, Weston, Little-
ton, and all around, and our force swelled to about four
hundred men. I tell you, when the men saw the houses
in Concord burning, they got a leetle excited-they did.
Adjutant Hosmer made a speech to them, and they
wanted to go right down and attack the red-coats at the
North Bridge. Our company was very anxious to go,
and it was settled that the attack should be made.
Major John Buttrick took command, and ordered us to
follow. There was about three hundred of us, the
Acton company, under Captain Isaac Davis, taking the
lead. We marched in double file, with trailed arms. I
felt anxious to have a good fire at the rascals. They
were on the west side of the river; but when they saw
us coming, they crossed over and commenced pulling
up the planks of the bridge. Major Buttrick called out
to them to quit, and told us to hurry on to save the
bridge. The red-coats formed for action, and, when
we were near the bridge, fired a few shots at us. Cap.
tain Davis and Adjutant Hosmer were killed, and one



Acton man wounded. Davis and Hosmer were both
brave men, and they died like heroes. Seeing these
men fall, Major Buttrick called out, 'Fire, for God's
sake, men, fire !' and we did pour a volley into the red-
coats. I brought down one man, and he never got up
again. We were getting ready to give them another,
when the cowards retreated. We found three of the
enemy had been killed, and the Acton company took
several of the wounded prisoners. I saw a mere boy,
with a hatchet in his hand, run up to a Britisher who
was n't quite dead, and kill him with one blow. That
I didn't like, though the boy's spirit and courage
pleased me."
"It was butchery," said Pitts.
"So it was," replied Kinnison; "and it caused a
report to be spread that we killed and scalped all the
men who fell into our hands. As I said, I did n't like
it; but we had no time for thinking. The enemy saw
how fast our men were coming in from all quarters, for,
by that time, the whole province was aroused, and they
thought it would be best to think of getting back to
Boston. Well, they started from Concord about twelve
o'clock. As the main body marched along the road,
the flanking parties tried to cover them, but it was of
little use. We followed, and kept picking off men
from their rear, while it seemed as if there was a minute-
man behind every fence or tree by the road. We did n't
march under any regular orders, but each man tried to
do all he could with his musket. I and two or three
other Lebanon men kept together, and managed to pick



off some men at every by-road. At one time, we just
escaped the attack of a flanking party who killed some
of the militia a short distance from us. We lay con-
cealed in the bushes till they went by, and then followed
them up as before. At two or three points, some com-
panies of minute-men attacked the enemy in the open
field, and killed a considerable number of them. When
they reached Lexington they were almost worn out, and
could not have marched much farther. Just then, we
saw a large reinforcement of the red-coats, under Lord
Percy, coming along the Roxbury road, and we had to
hold off awhile. You ought to have seen those royals,
how they lay stretched on the ground, with their tongues
hanging out of their mouths. I got on the top of a
stone barn, and saw Percy's men form a hollow square
about Smith's troops, in order to protect them while they
got a little breath. But they could not halt long. The
woods were swarming with minute-men; and, if they
waited, their retreat would have been cut off. Well,
They started again, and our men followed as before,
picking off men from the flanks and rear. At West
Cambridge, we met Dr. Warren with a party of our
men, and attacked the enemy boldly. But their bayonets
kept us off, and we only roused 'em so much that they
plundered and burnt some houses along the road, and
butchered some women and children. Well, after a
hard struggle, the enemy reached Charlestown, and then
General Heath called us from the pursuit."
"I 've read," remarked Mr. Hand, that the British
loss during that day was nearly three hundred-that m,
including wounded and prisoners."


It amounted to that, at least," replied Kinnison;
"c and our loss was less than one hundred men. I think
the royals got a taste of our spirit that day."
Here 's a man can tell you something about the re-
treat of the enemy," said Pitts, pointing to one of the
old men, named Jonas Davenport.
"Yes," said Jonas; "I know a little about it. I
lived near Lexington. My house stood-on the road. I
joined the minute-men when I heard of the coming' of
the British troops, and left my wife and two children
home, under the care of my father, then about sixty. I
told 'em to keep as quiet as possible ind they would be
safe. Well, as I said, I joined the minute-men, and,
when the rascals retreated from Concord, followed and
did some execution with my firelock. But one of 'em
shot me in the shoulder, and I could n't point my gun
any more. I waited till the enemy had got a consider-
able distance on the road towards Boston, and then
managed to reach my house but such a house as I
found it. The windows were broken in, the doors torn
off their hinges, and the furniture broken and thrown
about in heaps. I called for my father and wife, but
received no reply. I crawled up stairs, for I was nearly
exhausted from loss of blood, and there I found my
father and oldest child stretched on the floor dead. The
old man had his gun still clenched in his hand, and he
had, no doubt, done the enemy some damage with it
But his face was beaten in, and he had two or three
bayonet stabs in his breast. The little boy had been
shot through the head. I was a pretty tough-hearted



men, but I fainted at the sight; and, when I came to
myself, I found my wife and the youngest child bending
over me crying. How they did hug and kiss me when
they saw me revive! I think I did as much to them,
for I never expected to see them alive. My wife told
me that the old man would fire at the British as they
were passing the house, and some of them stopped,
broke open the doors, and knocked the things about.
The old man and the little boy ran up stairs, while my
wife and the other child ran from the house towards a
neighbor's. As she ran away, she heard the muskets
fired, but could n't stop, as she thought the rascals were
after her. She had returned as soon as she knew they
were far on the road. I did n't grieve long; but sent
her for the doctor at Lexington to dress my wound.
Boys, boys, I 've made many a red-coat pay for the
lives of that old man and child. I hated them enough
before, but that day's work made me all gall!" The
memory of gratified revenge lighted up the old man's
eyes as he spoke. He was a man of stern spirit, and
no thought that such revenge was wrong ever crossed
his mind.
I can tell you folks of something more about that
retreat from Concord," continued Davenport. "The
story is generally known up around the country here,
but some of you may not have heard it. It 's about old
Hezekiah Wyman, who gained the name of Death on
the pale horse.' "
I heard the story, and saw the old man on his white
horse," remarked Kinnison; "but it will interest the
young men, no doubt -so drive on."


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Well, you see," began Davenport, "the window
of old Hezekiah Wyman's house looked out on the
ground where the British shot our men at Lexington.
The old man saw the whole affair, and it made him so
savage that he vowed to revenge his countrymen if he
fell in doing it.
Wife,' said he, 'is there not an old gun-barrel
somewhere in the garret.'
I believe there was,' said she; 'but pray what do
you want with it?'
I should like to see if it is fit for service,' replied
he. If I am not mistaken, it is good enough to drill
a hole through a rig'lar.'
"'Mercy on me, husband! are you going mad ? An
old man like you--sixty years last November -to talk
of going to war! I should think you had seen enough
of fighting the British already. There lies poor Captain
Roe and his men bleeding on the grass before your eyes
What could you do with a gun ?'
"The old man made no reply, but ascended the
stairs, and soon returned with a rusty barrel in his hands.
In spite of his wife's incessant din, he went to his shop,
made a sto& for it and put it in complete order for use.
He then saddle a strong white horse, and mounted
him. He gave the steed the rein, and directed his
course toward Concord. He met the British troops re-
turning, and was not long in perceiving that there was
a wasp's nest about their ears. He dashed so closely
upon the flank of the enemy that his horse's neck was
drenched with the spouting blood of the wounded



soldiers. Then reining back his snorting steed to re-
load, he dealt a second death upon the ranks with his
never-failing bullet. The tall, gaunt form of the assail-
ant, his grey locks floating on the breeze, and the color
of his steed, soon distinguished him from the other
Americans, and the regulars gave him the name of
'Death on the pale horse.' A dozen bullets whizzed
by his head, when he made the first assault, but, undis-
mayed, the old patriot continued to prance his gay steed
over the heads of the foot-soldiers-to do his own busi-
ness faithfully, in the belief that, because others did
wrong by firing at him, it would be no excuse for him
to do wrong by sparing the hireling bullies of a tyranni-
cal government. At length, a vigorous charge of the
bayonet drove the old man, and the party with which he
was acting, far from the main body of the British.
Hezekiah was also out of ammunition, and was com-
pelled to pick up some on the road, before he could re-
turn to the charge. He then came on again and picked
off an officer, by sending a slug through his royal brains,
before he was again driven off. But ever and anon,
through the smoke that curled about the flanks of the
detachment, could be seen the white horse of the veteran
for a moment the report of his piece was heard, and
the sacred person of one of his majesty's faithful sub-
jects was sure to measure his length on rebel ground.
Thus did Hezekiah and his neighbors continue to harass
the retreating foe, until the Earl Percy appeared with a
thousand fresh troops from Boston. The two detach-
ments of the British were now two thousand strong,


and they kept off the Americans with their artillery
while they took a hasty meal. No sooner had they again
commenced their march, than the powerful white horse
was seen careering at full speed over the hills, with the
dauntless-old yankee on his back.
'Ha!' cried the soldiers, 'there comes that old
fellow again, on the white horse! Look out for your-
selves, for one of us has got to die, in spite of fate.'
And one of them did die, for Hezekiah's aim wastrue,
and his principles of economy would not admit of his
wasting powder or ball. Throughout the whole of that
bloody road between Lexington and Cambridge, the
fatal approaches of the white horse and his rider were
dreaded by the trained troops of Britain, and every
wound inflicted by Hezekiah needed no repeating. But
on reaching Cambridge, the regulars, greatly to their
comfort, missed the old man and his horse. They come
forted themselves by the conjecture that he had, at
length, paid the forfeit of his temerity, and that his
steed had gone home with a bloody bridle and an empty
saddle. Not so.-Hezekiah had only lingered for a
moment to aid in a plot which had been laid by Amni
Cutter, for taking the baggage-waggons and their guards.
Amni had planted about fifty old rusty muskets under
a stone wall, with their muzzles directed toward the
road. As the waggons arrived opposite this battery, the
muskets were discharged, and eight horses, together with
some soldiers, were sent out of existence. The party
of soldiers who had the baggage in charge ran to a
pond, and, plunging their muskets into the water, sur



rendered themselves to an old woman, called Mother
Barberick, who was at that time digging roots in an ad-
jacent field. A party of Americans recaptured the gal-
lant Englishmen from Mother Barberick, and placed
them in safe keeping. The captives were exceedingly
astonished at the suddenness of the attack, and declared
that the yankees would rise up like musketoes out of a
marsh, and kill them. This chef d'oeuvre having been
concluded, the harassed soldiers were again amazed by
the appearance of Hezekiah, whose white horse was
conspicuous among the now countless assailants that
sprang from every hill and ringing dale, copse and wood,
through which the bleeding regiments, like wounded
snakes, held their toilsome way. His fatal aim was
taken, and a soldier fell at every report of his piece.
Even after the worried troops had entered Charlestown,
there was no escape for them from the deadly bullets of
the restless veteran. The appalling white horse would
suddenly and unexpectedly dash out from a brake, or
from behind a rock, and the whizzing of his bullet was
the precursor of death. He followed the enemy to their
very boats; and then, turning his horse's head, returned
unharmed to his household.
'Where have you been, husband ?'
"'Picking cherries,' replied Hezekiah but he for-
got to say that he had first make cherries of the red.
coats, by putting the pits into them."
That old man was sure death," remarked Kinnison.
"I knew the old fellow well. He ha.d the name of be-
ing one of the best shots around that part of the country.
I should never want to be within his range."


"The old man intmortalized himself," said Hand.
4" It served the 'tarnal rascals right," observed Hanson.
"They only reaped what they had sown. War's a
horrible matter, altogether, and I do n't like it much;
but I like to see it done up in that old man's style, if it
is done at all."
I should like to have seen that royal officer that said
he could march through our country with three regi-
ments," said Kinnison. "If he was with Smith and
Pitcorn that day, he saw there was a little of the bull-
dog spirit in the Yankees."
I think," observed Pitts, we might have that old,
heart-firing, arm-moving tune called Yankee Doodle.
Come, Brown, pipe."
Ay," replied Brown, that tune came out of this here
fife naturally-almost without my blowing it. For some
time, I could n't work anything else out of it."
"Come, pipe and drum the old tune once more,"
cried Colson; and it was piped and drummed by Brown
and Hanson in the real old continental style. The effect
on the company was electric. Knives, and forks, and
feet, kept time to the well-known music. Some of the
old men could scarcely restrain themselves from attempt-
ing a cheer, and the young men felt themselves stirred
by a feeling of patriotism they had scarcely known be-
fore. The spirit of 1775 dwelt in the music, and, as
the quick notes started from fife and drum, visions of
farmers leaving the plough in the furrow and shouldering
the rusty and unbayoneted firelock- of citizens leaving
their business and homes to grasp the sword and gun-



of stout-hearted, strong-armed minute-men, unt iaed
to war's manoeuvres, marching and battling with the
well-disciplined, war-schooled, and haughty Britons,
made confident by a more than Roman career of victory
-and of the glorious fight at Breed's Hill--came to
the minds of all present. Three cheers were given,
when the musicians had concluded, for the tune itself,
and three more for those who had played it.
"More ale," called out Hand, and more ale was
brought; and then Hand proposed as a toast-" The
memory of the men who fell on the 19th of April,
1775." This was drank standing, and a short pause


"Now," said Kinnison, "I expect that some of you
men who know something about them times shall keep
your promise of following my story."
"I'll tell you a story," replied Brown, the fifer.
"P'raps some of you won't swallow it; but it 's all fact,
and that you '11 find if you choose to hunt for the papers.
It's chiefly about me and my fife, and Hanson and his
"Pipe away, Brown," said Kinnison.
"Well, you see," began Brown, "Hanson and I
were drummer and fifer in Colonel Brooks' regiment, at
Saratoga, and we were in the battle of Stillwater, fought
on the nineteenth of September. I 'm not going to 'spin
a yarn,' as the sailors say, in the way of an account of
that battle, for that has been said and sung often enough.
It is sufficient for me to say, that it was the hardest
fought, and the bloodiest battle that ever I saw, and
Han^n and I were in the thickest of it, where the bullets

were hailing. Our regiment suffered a good deal in the
way of losing men, and I saw many an old friend fall
near me. But at dusk, when most of the Americans
were ordered to camp, I and Hanson were unhurt.
Colonel Brooks kept the field when the other officers re-
tired with their forces. Some of the men of his regi-
ment were tired and grumbled, but he wanted to show
the enemy that they had gained no advantage over us,
and that our spirits were as strong as when the day's
work commenced. This conduct you might have ex-
pected from what you have heard of Brooks' character.
He was all game--Brooks was. One of those whip or
die men, that are not to be found everywhere. Well,
as I said, our regiment remained on the field, and finally
got into a skirmish with some of the German riflemen.
We knew they were German riflemen by the brass
match-cases on their breasts. In this skirmish, a ball
struck me on the hand, went through it, and knocked
my fife clear away beyond our flank. Well, I cduld n't
part with my Yankee Doodle pipe in that way, without
trying to get hold of it again. So I told Hanson, and
he put down his drum, and proposed that we should go
and get it; and we did go out together, while the balls
were whizzing round our ears, and got the pipe."
Hold on, Brown," interrupted Kinnison. Was n't
it a dark night?"
Yes," replied Brown; but we saw where the fife
lay, by the quick flashes of the guns. Didn't we,
Hanson ?"
"Yes; it's a fact," replied the drummer; "and









General Washington had planned an expedition to
Canada by way of the Kennebec and the wilderness
north of it, and that Colonel Arnold had been appointed
to command the troops who were to undertake it. I
was preparing to join the army at Cambridge; but I
thought that Arnold's expedition would suit me better
than staying in camp around Boston. So Ifurnished
myself with many little knick-nacks, shouldered my
musket, and started dff to offer my services. They
placed me in one of the companies of Major Bigeldw's
battalion. I believe there was about eleven hundred
men, in all, under Arnold's command, who marched
from Cambridge to Newburyport. There we embarked
on board of eleven transports, and, on the nineteenth of
September, sailed for the Kennebec. I must confess, I
did n't like the idea of starting so late in the year, be-
cause I knew we 'd meet with some of the coldest kind
of weather before we reached Canada; but I had to be
satisfied. At the end of two days, we had entered the
Kennebec and reached the town of Gardiner. The
only accident we had met with was the grounding of
two of our transports; but we got them off without
much difficulty. I forgot to mention, however, that two
hundred carpenters had been sent up the river, before
we started from Cambridge, with orders to build two
hundred batteaux at Pittston, opposite Gardiner. Well,
when we arrived at that place, we found the batteaux
ready, and immediately transferred'our baggage and
provisions to them, and pushed up the river to Fort
Western. At that place our real work was to comn


mence. Colonel Arnold knew a great deal about the
route, and he had undertaken it because he knew what
he had to encounter, and how much glory he would
win if he succeeded; but we men, who were to work
and suffer most, knew nothing about the route; except
that it was through a wilderness where few white men
had set foot. Before the army started from Fort West-
ern, two small parties were sent forward to survey and
reconnoitre the route as far as Lake Megantic and the
Dead River. Next, the army began to move in four
divisions. Morgan and his riflemen went first; next
day, Green and Bigelow, with three companies; next
day, Meigs, with four companies; and the next day,
Colonel Enos, with the three other companies. You
see, the divisions started a day apart, so as to prevent
S any difficulty in passing rapids and falls. Colonel Ar-
nold waited to see all the troops embarked, and then
passed the whole line till he overtook Morgan. On the
fourth day after our party-that is, Green and Bigelow's
started from Fort Western, we arrived at Norridge-
wock Falls. You may recollect, there used to be a
tribe of Indians called the Norridgewocks, who had a
village near these falls. I saw the plain where the village
stood, and the ruins of the church which was destroy*
by Captain Moulton during the war with the tribe. At
the falls, all the batteaux had to be taken out of the
nver and transported a mile and a quarter by land. You
may suppose, there was some work about that part pf
the journey. The banks on each side of the river were
very rugged and rocky; and we had to carry the gre


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part of our baggage on our backs. One half of the
party helped the oxen to draw the boats up to the place
where they were to be put into the water again. We
found some of the boats were leaky, and a great deal of
the provisions damaged, which was a matter of impor-
tance, as you will see when I get farther on in my story.
We were seven days in passing round that ll and re-
pairing our boats. During those seven days, we worked
as I had never seen men work before; and, strangely
enough, there were very few grumblers in our party.
We joked and sang lively songs, even during the hard-
est labor; and I got into a much better humor than I
was in when I started. We had an Irishman, named
Jim O'Brien, in our mess, who was one of the best
hearted and quickest-witted chaps I ever encountered;
and we had a friend of his, named Murtough Johnson,
who was as dull and blundering as O'Brien was keen
and ready. So, you see, with O'Brien's jokes and
Johnson's blunders we had something to amuse us. I
recollect, at one time, we were pushing our boat up on
the bank clear of the water, and Johnson handled his
pole so clumsily that he fell into the river. O'Brien
hauled him out after he had a severe ducking in rather
cold water. The officers worked as hard as the men.
Every sinew and muscle was brought into use. Colonel
Arnold seemed to be ever active, cheering on the men,
and often lending his hand to aid them "
"What sort of a looking man was Arnold at that
time ?" inquired Hand.
"He was then about thirty-five years old," rephea


Davenport; of the middle size, and rather stout, his
face was rather handsome; but there was an iron look
about his mouth that many a man would not like; his
eyes were of a dark. grey, and full of fire and restless-
ness; He seemed never to be satisfied unless he was
moving about and doing something."
"Exactly as I knew him," remarked Kinnison.
"Well," said Davenport, I 11 return to my story.
At the end of seven days we were ready to move on;
and we soon arrived at the Carratunc Falls, where there
was another portage. We got round that, however,
without much difficulty. The banks were more level
and the road not so long; but the work afterwards was
tough. The stream was so rapid that the men were
compelled to wade and push the batteaux against the
current. There was a little grumbling among us, and
quite a number of the men deserted. Two days after
reaching the Carratunc Falls, we came to the Great
Carrying Place. There work was to begin to which all
our other work was play. The Great Carrying Place
extended from the Kennebec to the Dead River, about
fifteen miles, and on the road were three small ponds.
Before we took our batteaux out of the water of the
Kennebec, we built a block-house on its banks, as a de-
pository for provisions, so as to secure a supply in case
of retreat."
I thought you said you had no extra quantity of
provisions," said Pitts.
"I did," replied Davenport. "We did not intend
to leave any of our provisions at the block-house. It



was built as a repository for supplies ordered up from
Norridgewock. Well, we took the boats out of the
water, and took most of the baggage and provisions out
of the boats, and toiled up a steep, rocky road for more
than three miles to the first pond. There the boats were
put into the water, and we had a short rest. We caught
plenty of fresh salmon-trout in the pond, and Colonel
Arnold ordered two oxen to be killed and divided
among us, as a sort of treat. At the second portage we
built another block-house for the sick. At that time I
felt sick and worn out myself, but I could n't think of
stopping, so I kept my sufferings hidden as much as I
could from everybody but O'Brien, who did all he could
to help me. After crossing the last pond, we had several
marshes and deep ravines to cross. Sometimes we had
to wade up to the knees in mud and water, carrying
heavy bundles of baggage on our shoulders, and in
constant danger of sinking into deep mud holes. Ha!
ha! I recollect, O'Brien, Johnson and myself were
toiling along through one of the marshes, Johnson a
short distance behind, when O'Brien and I heard a yell
and a cry of 'Och, murther!' the yell, I thought
might have come from a savage, but the Och, murther !'
I knew never could. O'Brien's quick eye soon dis-
covered what was the cause of it, and I followed him
back. There we found Johnson, up to his neck in
mud and water, yelling for help to get out of the bloody
dirt. I was the first to grasp his hand, but in pulling,
my foot slipped, and I fell in alongside of Johnson.
O'Brien was more careful; he got on the baggage that


Johnson and I had thrown down, and by great exertions,
dragged us both out; but in such a condition-covered
with mud from head to foot. Of course, O'Brien and
I laid it all on Johnson's blundering. O'Brien said he
believed Johnson's birth was a blunder of nature, she
had regretted ever since; and that if he fell into a mud-
hole again, he should stick there. Johnson admitted
that he was thinking of home when he fell into the dirty
place; he was just kissing his darlin' Mary when his
foot slipped. Well, we shouldered our wet baggage,
and waded on to the rest of the party, and soon after,
we reached Dead River. This river seemed to have a
smooth current, broken by two or three little falls, and
we thought we could have quite an easy progress. The
boats were easily pushed along, and the men got the
rest they wanted. As we were going slowly along the
river, we discovered a high mountain, the summit of
which appeared to be whitened with snow. Near the
base of the mountain we found Arnold, with the two
first divisions, encamped. We were all very glad to see
a camp once moreand enjoyed it, I tell you, as much
as a good meal after a hard day's work. On the day
after the arrival of our party, Colonel Arnold raised the
pine-tree flag over his tent, the men firing a salute and
giving three cheers, as soon as it was raised. On the
same day, Major Bigelow went up to the top of the
mountain, expecting to see the spires of Quebec. But
he were n't a Moses; he did n't see the promised land.
After that, I believe the people gave the' Major's name
to the mountain. Ninety men were sent back to the


rear for provisions which now began to grow scarce. It
began to rain before we left the encampment, and it
rained the best part of three days; every man and all
the baggage were drenched with water. Morgan and
Arnold, with the first and second divisions had gone
ahead, and we followed. One night, we landed at a
rather late hour, and were trying to get a little rest, when
we were awaked by the freshet, which came down upon
us in a torrent; O'Brien waked Johnson and myself
just in time to allow us to get out of the way. The
water arose to a great height, covering the low grounds
on each side of the river, and the current became very
rapid. As the batteaux moved on they would get en-
tangled among the drift wood and bushes. Sometimes
we wandered from the main stream into the branches,
and then we would have to fall back into the proper
course. The number of falls seemed to increase as we
advanced, and of course, there was a portage at every
one. I was almost worn out with toil and sickness,
yet I was sustained by the hope of succeeding in the
expedition, and of doing some injury to the enemy
before I died. You know how an excited spirit will
overcome weakness of body. At length a disaster
happened to our party which almost checked the expe-
dition. By some bad management, and partly by
accident, seven of our batteaux were overset; O'Brien,
Johnson and myself were among the men thrown into
the water, and we had a terrible time of it, clinging to
the bottom of the batteaux. We pushed the boats
ashore, and not a single man was drowned; but all the



baggage and provisions in the boats were lost. That
made such a breach in our provisions, that the boldest
hearts began to be seized with despair. We were then
thirty miles from the head of Chaudi6re river, and we
had provisions for twelve days at the farthest. A
council of war was held, and it was decided to send the
sick and feeble men back, and press forward with the
others. Colonel Arnold wrote to Colonel Greene and
Colonel Enos, who were in the rear, to select such a
number of their strongest men that could supply them-
selves with fifteen days' provisions, and to come on with
them, leaving the others to return to Norridgewock.
You know how Colonel Enos acted upon that order;
he marched back to Cambridge, while Colonel Greene
obeyed Colonel Arnold's instructions."
People have different opinions of that man's con-
duct," said Kinnison. For my part, I think he was a
poor-spirited man, if not a coward."
I think so too," said Davenport. "Although his
court-martial acquitted him, General Washington, and
other officers showed such dissatisfaction, that he resigned
his commission."
Never mind the shirk," said Pitts: tell us how the
men of the right grit made out."
Well,"-said Davenport, "after Colonel Arnold had
arranged his plans, he hurried forwards with sixty
men, intending to proceed as soon as possible to the
inhabitants on the Chaudiere and send back provisions
to the main body. When we started again, the rain
had changed to snow, which fell two inches deep. Ice



formed on the surface of the water through which we
were forced to wade and drag the boats. You may talk
about suffering at Valley Forge, but I tell you it was no
kind of circumstance to what we men endured. We
were cold, hungry and tired all the time, and yet we
could n't rest, for fear of starvation in the wilderness.
I always think my living through it all was owing to
O'Brien's care and his trying to keep me in good spirits.
Poor fellow! he met his death at Quebec. I'll never
forget him. The man who could forget such service at
such a time would be a blot upon the name of humanity."
Davenport paused, as if indulging mournful memory,
and then proceeded. Near the source of the Dead
River, we had to pass through a string of small lakes,
choked with drift-wood and rocks. So it seemed as if
we met greater difficulty at every step of our-advance.
At last we reached the four-mile carrying place, from
the Dead River to the stream that leads into Lake
Megantic. We took the batteaux out of the water and
dragged and carried them over the highlands till we
reached the little stream, which conducted us by a very
crooked course into Lake Megantic. I began to think
our toils and dangers would soon be over, and of course
worked with a light heart. At the Lake, we found
Lieutenant Steel and the exploring party which had
been sent forward to explore and clear the path at the
portages. The night after our party entered the Lake,
we encamped on the eastern shore, where a large Indian
wigwam that appeared as if it had been used for a
council, served to shelter us from the cold winds.


Colonel Arnold ordered Hanchet and fifty men to march
by land along the shore of Chaudiere River, and he,
himself, embarked with Captain Oswald, Lieutenants
Steel and Church and thirteen men, determined to pro-
ceed as soon as possible to the French inhabitants, and
send back provisions to the army. This was the only
plan to save the men from starvation. You see the
Chaudiere is a rough rapid river, the waterin some
places boiling and foaming over a rocky bottom. The
baggage had to be lashed to the boats. Arnold's party
fell among the rapids. Three of the boats were overset,
dashed to pieces against the rocks and their contents
swallowed up by the waves. Six men struggled for
some time in the water, but were saved. That accident
turned out to be a lucky one, for no sooner had the men
dried their clothes and re-embarked, than one of them,
who had gone forward, cried out a fall ahead," and
thus the whole party was saved from destruction. Soon
after we entered the Chaudiere we worked round several
falls and kept clear of the rapids for a while; but it
couldn't last. We lost boats here and there, till we
had n't enough to carry the men and what baggage we
had with us, and so we took to the land, and began our
march through the woods along the banks of the river.
Now a kind of suffering began, which we hadn't
dreamed of when we started, but which we had been
expecting before we lost our boats. We had to drag
ourselves along, over rocks and ravines and through
thick underwood, with starvation staring us in the face
I had never been a hearty feeder, and could bear the




want of provisions better than those in good health and
who had accustomed themselves to cramming. But
poor Johnson fainted several times on the march, and
O'Brien suffered more than he would tell. Every thing
eatable was at length entirely used. Several dogs,
generally favourites of their owners, had been killed and
entirely devoured, even to the entrails. O'Brien, John-
son and myself boiled our moccasins, to see if any
nourishment could be drawn from the deer-skin. But
the skins were dry. It seemed as if we were doomed
to starvation. No game of any kind appeared, and
even the eatable roots were not to be found. I remem-
ber seeing a party of men, Johnson among them, dis-
cover a well-known root in the sand and rush for it as
if it had been a diamond. The man who got it devoured
it instantly, though at any other time it would have made
him sick."
a I wonder how those men would have acted if they
had met such a loaded table as this in the woods," said
"Acted!" said Davenport. "Like wolves, whose
bellies had been pinched with hunger for a week. You
may judge front what I tell you. As we were marching
slowly through the woods, a set of ragged skeletons,
the foremost of the party caught sight of some Canadians
and Indians coming towards us, with great packages
and bundles which we knew were the provisions sent by
Colonel Arnold. There was a perfect yell of joy, and
the whole party rushed towards them. But Major Bigelow
and his officers kept the men off from the food, at the


sword's point. The food was then distributed m very
small quantities to each man. How it disappeared! I
venture to say that ten minutes after the men received
their shares, they had devoured them all. The Cana-
dians and Indians were ordered to keep enough pro-
visions for the other troops, who were fed as they
came up. At last we caught sight of the French
settlement of Sertigan, where Colonel Arnold lyd arrived
some days before. The people came out to receive us;
but they wondered at us as if we were more than men.
They offered us plenty of food and clothing, and took
care of the sick. Within four or five days, the whole
army was collected by small parties at Sertigan."
"What was the number of the troops who arrived
safe ?" enquired Pitts.
"About five hundred and fifty men, I suppose,"
replied Davenport. "The rest had either gone back
with Enos, deserted, or been left at the block-house,
"How long did the expedition occupy ?" enquired
"About two months," replied Davenport." "For
thirty-two days we traversed a dreary wilderness without
meeting a human being."
"It was a great feat, and the men who performed it
are entitled to high renown," said Hand.
Many of them afterwards became distinguished,"
said Davenport. Morgan, Dearborn, Meigs, Febiger,
Greene and others were known to the enemy in after




Mr. Hand now proposed three cheers for the men of
Arnold's expedition and three more for Mr. Davenport,
both of which propositions were acted upon in the
heartiest manner by the young men. Mr. Hand then
said he had a song to sing to the tune of Ye Mariners
of England." It was not his own composition; he had
found it in print, and knowing the music, thought it
would be acceptable. Being pressed to sing, he complied,
singing the following words: -
Ye freemen of Columbia,
Who guard our native coast,
Whose fathers won your liberty,
Your country's pride and boast;
Your glorious standard rear again,
To match your ancient foe,
As she roars on your shores,
Where the stormy tempests blow;
As she prowls for prey on every shore,
Where the stormy tempests blow.
The spirits of your fathers
Shall hover o'er each plain,
Where in their injured country's cause
The immortal brave were slain!
Where bold Montgomery fearless fell,
Where carnage strew'd the field,
In your might shall you fight,
And force the foe to yield ;
And on the heights of Abraham
Your country's vengeance wield.
Columbia fears no enemy
That ploughs the briny main;
Her home a mighty continent,
Its soil her rich domain!

To avenge our much-loved country's wrongs,
To the field her sons shall fly,
While alarms sound to arms,
We 'll conquer or we '11 die.
When Britain's tears may flow in vain,
As low her legions lie!
Columbia's eagle standard
Triumphant then shall tower,
Till from the land the foe depart,
Driven by its gallant power.
Then, then, ye patriot warriors!
Our song and feast shall flow,
And no more, on our shore,
Shall war's dread tempests blow;
But the breeze of peace shall gently breathe,
Like the winds that murmur low.

The song was well received by the company, who
were not disposed to be critical. The drum and fife
were then brought into play, Brown and Hanson,
without entreaty, striking up, "Come out, ye Conti-
nentallers." This rollicking tune called up such laugh-
able associations, that one of the young men proposed
that it should be sung. No one knew it entire, except
Brown, the fifer, who had been the musician of his mess
as well as of the company, and Brown complied with
the repeated entreaties of the young men, singing the
following ludicrous words in a cracked and weak rem-
nant of a voice.
Come out, ye continentallers!
We're going for to go
To fight the red-coat enemy,
Who're plaguy "cute," you know.


Now, shoulder whoop! eyes right and dress -
Front! Davis, wipe your nose -
Port whoop! that's slick now, carry whoop!
Mike Jones, turn out your toes.

Charge bagnet! that's your sort, my boys:
Now, quick time! march !- that's right;
Just so we'd poke the enemy,
If they were but in sight

Halt! -shoulder whoop! stop laughing, Nick.--
By platoons, wheel halt dress!
Hold up your muzzles on the left;
No talking, more or less.

Bill Sneezer, keep your canteen down,
We're going for to travel;
"Captain, I wants to halt a bit,
My shoe is full of gravel."
Ho strike up music forward march!
Now point your toes, Bob Rogers;
See! yonder are the red-coat men-
Let fly upon 'em, sogers.

This song was written in the early part of the revo-
lutionary war to burlesque the meeting of the country
militia, and afterwards became very popular. Although
Brown had not much voice, he managed to give a
correct and exceedingly laughable expression to the old
That may be all true enough of some of the country
militia," said Robinson, "but in our village, there was
no such foolery. Regulars-and British ones at that-
could n't have gone through a better training, or a better


ril. One of the British officers at Saratoga said that
the New England militia were equal to regulars; and as
far as marching up to cannons' mouths and driving back
dragoons goes, I think they were, myself. You see, for
a long time previous to the battle of Lexington, we had
training all around the country, and some of our officers
were men who had seen some hard service in the old
French War. Why, just look at the men that Ethan
Allen and Arnold led against Ticonderoga, as strong a
place as was ever fortified in the northern states. There
was not a bolder or better conducted enterprise in the
whole war."



"WERE either of you in the expedition against
Ticonderoga?" enquired Hand, wishing to learn the
particulars of that affair.
"Ay," replied a little old man, who had quit eating
and fallen asleep during Davenport's narrative, and had
only wakened up at the sound of the drum and fife,
playing Come out, ye Continentallers." I was with
Ethan Allen. I was one of the Green Mountain Boys,
that did the thing."
"Then perhaps you can tell us something about it,"
said Kinnison, "and about the quarrel between Allen
and Arnold. I never heard the facts of the case, but
from what I know of the two men, I feel sure Arnold
was wrong."
To be sure he was," said old Timothy Ransom. To
be sure he was. But I'll tell you all I know about the
matter. I was at work on my farm when I heard of the


battle of Lexington. I belonged to a regiment of militia
that used to meet for drill on a neighboring farm.
Ethan Allen was the Colonel, and he was fit to be the
leader anywhere. He would lead where any would
follow, was as honest a man as ever breathed, and had
a great share of strong sense. As soon as Colonel
Allen heard that the war had really begun, he determined
to seize Ticonderoga, where a great quantity of munitions
of war were stored. I forgot to tell you, however, that
Allen was commissioned a colonel by the government
of Vermont. He collected our boys at his residence,
and marched to Bennington, where he expected to be
joined by more volunteers. At Bennington we met
Colonel Easton, with some men from his regiment of
militia. Our party then amounted to two hundred and
seventy men; and, though I was one among 'em, I may
be allowed to say, that a more daring, and a tougher
set of men were never assembled. About dusk on the
7th of May, we reached Castleton-that's about fourteen
miles east of Skenesborough. There we were to make
our final arrangements. A council of war was held.
Colonel Allen was appointed commander of the expe-
dition, Colonel Easton second in command, and Seth
Warner, third. Allen, with the main force, was to march
to Shoreham, opposite Ticonderoga, Captain Herrick
with thirty men was to push up to Skenesborough, and
capture the young Major Skene, confine his people, and
seizing all the boats he could find there, hasten to join
Allen at Shoreham; and Captain Douglas was to proceed
to Panton, beyond Crown Point, and secure all the



boats that should fall in his way. On the 9th of May,
Arnold arrived at Castleton, with a few officers and men,
and after introducing himself to our officers, showed a
commission from the Massachusetts Committee of Safety,
by which he claimed the supreme command. But our
boys would n't hear anything of the kind. We all said
that Ethan Allen was our leader, and if he had not the
command, we would march back to our homes. So
Colonel Arnold found that he would have to join us
without a command, or go back where he came from.
He chose to join as a mere volunteer, smothering his
claim till another occasion. On the same day on which
Colonel Arnold arrived, Mr. Phelps, one of the Con-
necticut Committee who were with us, disguised himself
as a countryman who wanted to be shaved, and visited
Ticonderoga, to spy into the condition of the garrison.
He found that the walls of the old fort were broken
down, and that the small garrison were careless of all
discipline. As soon as Colonel Allen was informed of
this state of things, he resolved to move on at once.
We marched to the shore of the lake, opposite Ticon-
deroga, during the night of the 9th of May. Allen had
secured a guide in a boy named Nathan Beman, who
was fully acquainted with every secret way thatled into
the fortress. But we found that we hadn't boats
enough to carry all the party over the lake. Allen,
Arnold, Easton, and eighty-three of the men, of whom
I was one, had crossed just as the day was beginning to
dawn. To wait would have been too hazardous, as the
garrison, if aroused, might make a stout resistance;



and we wanted to buy success as cheap as possible
Colonel Allen resolved to commence the attack at once.
We were drawn up in three ranks on the shore nearly
opposite the fort. Alien then made a short address to
us. He was never a man of many words. He said he
knew our spirit, and hoped we would remember the
cause for which we were about to strike; that would
nerve the arm of a coward. He concluded by con-
juring us to obey orders strictly, and to commit no
slaughter that could be done without. Then, with
Arnold at his side, Allen led us stealthily up the rocks
to the sally-port. I saw the sentinel snap his fusee at
our bold leader, and rush into the covered way that
led into the fort. We followed upon his heels, and were
thus guided right into the parade within the barracks.
There another sentinel made a thrust at Easton. But
Colonel Allen struck him on the head with his sword
and the fellow begged for quarter. As we rushed into
the parade, we gave a tremendous shout, and filed off
into two divisions. The men of the garrison leaped
from their beds, seized their arms, and rushed into the
parade, only to be seized by our men. I snatched a
musket from a red-coat's hand just as he was taking aim
at Captain Herrick, and made the fellow shriek for
quarter, by merely striking him alongside of the face
with my fist. While we were securing the men, Colonel
Allen and the boy, Nathan Beman, went up stairs to the
door of the room in which Captain Delaplace and his
wife were sleeping. Allen gave three loud raps with
the hilt of his sword on the door, and with his strong



voice, ordered the captain to surrender, or the whole
garrison should be slaughtered. Our shouting had
awakened the captain and his wife, and they sprang to
the door. Delaplace appeared in his shirt and drawers,
and recognizing Colonel Allen as an old friend, boldly
demanded why he was disturbed. Allen replied, by
ordering him to surrender instantly. Delaplace then said,
"By what authority do you demand it ?" "In the
name of the Great Jehovah and the Continental Con-
gress," replied Colonel Allen, with the full thunder of
his voice, as he raised his sword over the head of the
Captain. This convinced the captain that the wisest
course was to comply, and so he gave the order for the
troops to parade without arms. Forty-eight British regu-
lars surrendered prisoners of war, and the fort and every
thing in it became ours. The regulars, with the women
and children, were sent to Hartford. We found nearly
two hundred pieces of ordnance, and an immense
quantity of ammunition of all kinds and plenty of
eatables. Just after the surrender, Seth Warner, with
the rear division, crossed the lake and joined us. The
prisoners were secured and then we all took a hearty
breakfast. We had been up and on duty all night, and
that, together with our success, made us enjoy that
breakfast more than an every-day one. Colonel Arnold
again attempted to take the command of our men and
the fort. But none of us would obey his orders, and
the Connecticut Committee said that Colonel Allen was
the rightful commander, as the men were to be paid-by
Connecticut, and Massachusetts had furnished nothing


for the enterprise, and Allen had been formally chosen.
Arnold was forced to yield; but he sent a statement of
the matter to the Massachusetts Assembly. That body
confirmed Allen's appointment and directed Arnold not
to interfere. On the day of the capture of Ticonderoga,
Colonel Seth Warner, with a small body of our men,
was sent to take possession of Crown Point. But a
tremendous storm arose, and Werner was compelled to
put back and pass the night with us. But the next day,
he started and captured Crown Point without firing a
shot. You see the garrison only amounted to a sejeant
and eleven men, and they did n't expect an attack; so
that Warner had only to come suddenly upon them, and
make a bold show, and they surrendered. More than
one hundred cannon were taken at that place, and thus,
you see, we had something to begin the war with.
Colonel Arnold gave up the idea of commanding at
Ticonderoga, but he would command somewhere, and
so he soon after undertook, an expedition against St.
John's. It appears to me, Arnold was very wrong in
attempting to remove such a man as Allen from the
command. But I believe he was always thinking of
himself alone."
"I can't agree with you, Ransom," said Jonas
Davenport. I think he was a selfish man in general;
but I know he could be generous sometimes. In that
expedition to Canada, he helped his men whenever he
could in the smallest matters, when many other com-
manders would have minded their own comfort alone.
Let us have justice done to every man. I never liked


Arnold as a man; but I think he was as good a soldier
and general as I ever knew."
"' Certainly as good a soldier," said Kinnison.
"His generalship," said Pitts, "never had much
play. As far as he had the chance, he proved that he
had the skill and knowledge for planning military
"I preferred old Putnam to Arnold," said John
Warner. "He was quite as daring, and a much better-
hearted man."
Ay, a braver man than General Putnam never drew
a blade," said Kinnison. That man's adventures
would make as interesting' a book as you 'd wish to
I should like to hear some of them," said Hand.
"You've heard of his great feat at Horseneck, I
suppose," said Jonas Davenport.
Yes," replied Hand," and often wondered at it."


I HAPPENED to be on the spot and see that affair,"
said old John Warner. I was on a visit to a friend
at a farmnear Horseneck, when the news of Governor
Tryon's approach, with a large force, reached me. I
had n't joined the regular army, for a great many reasons;
but I always took advantage of an opportunity to serve
the right side. General Putnam's picket of one hundred
and fifty men, with two field-pieces, was the only force
in that neighbourhood; but I knew Old Put. would have
a shot at the enemy, no matter how few men he had
with him. So I shouldered my firelock and went and
offered my services. General Putnam planted his cannon
on the high ground near the meeting-house, and awaited
the approach of the enemy. Directly, we saw Tryon,
with a great force of regulars, coming along the road.
Our cannon blazed away at them and checked their
advance for a short time. But pretty soon, we saw the
dragoons and infantry preparing to make a charge, and
Old Put. knew there would n't be much chance of our


withstanding the shock. So he ordered us to retire into
the swamp just back of our position, where we would
be safe from dragoons, at least, and where we would
have an even chance with the infantry. I expected to
see the general follow us; but he turned his horse
towards the stone steps that led down the rocks from the
meeting-house. As we fell back I had time to observe
him. When he reached the.head of the steps, the horse
stopped as if afraid of the attempt. But Old Putnam
knew there was no time to lose, as the dragoons were
nearly upon him. So he struck his spurs into the hnose's
sides, and they plunged down the steps together. I lost
sight of the horse and rider just then; but saw the red-
coat dragoons stop short at the head of the precipix,
and fire their pistols after them. Not one among the
red-coats dared to follow, and ten chances to one if they
had attempted it, they would have broken their necks;
for the precipice was so high and steep as to have one
hundred steps cut in it. Before they could get round
the brow of the height by the ordinary road, he General
was far beyond their reach. Tryon did n't attempt to
follow us into the swamp, but soon after commenced his
retreat. We fell back to Stamford, where we met the
General with some militia he had collected, and marched
back in search of Tryon. The red-coats had completed
their work and were out of our reach."
"That ride was but one of a whole life of such
deeds," said Kinnison. There never was a man who
dared more than Putnam. In the old French War, he
astonished the boldest savages and rangers by his feats,


often throwing himself into the arms of death, as it
were, and escaping without any serious hurt."
"It was a great pity," said Colson, "that Putnam
was not a younger man when the revolutionary war
broke out. He had spent his best years in fighting for
the old country, against the French and Indians."
"Perhaps it was better as it was," said Davenport.
"I think there were brave men enough in our army." It
was clear that Davenport was disposed to argue the re-
spective merits of the generals of the revolution. Hand
thought argument might check the flow of good-feeling,
and therefore suggested that they should have more
drum and fife music. Brown and Hanson agreed, and
upon request struck up the "White Cockade." This
was spirit-stirring, and called forth much applause.
Another song was called for, and one of the young men
sang the following song, written for the occasion, but
which his modesty had hitherto held back. The music
was that of Rule, Brittania!"

When our great sires this land explored,
A shelter from tyrannic wrong!
Led on by heaven's Almighty Lord,
They sung--and acted well the song,
Rise united! dare be freed!
Our sons shall vindicate the deed.
In vain the region they would gain
Was distant, dreary, undisclosed;
In vain the Atlantic roar'd between;
And hosts of savages opposed;
They rush'd undaunted, Heaven decreed
Their sons should vindicate the deed.



r was Freedom led the veterans forth,
And manly fortitude to bear;
They toil'd, they vanquish'd! such high worth
Is always Heaven's peculiar care.
Their great example still inspires,
Nor dare we act beneath our sires.
'T is ours undaunted to defend
The dear-bought, rich inheritance;
And spite of each invading hand,
We'll fight, bleed, die, in its defence!
Pursue our fathers' paths of fame,
And emulate their glorious flame.
As the proud oak inglorious stands,
Till storms and thunder root it fast,
So stood oar new unpractised bands,
Till Britain roar'd her stormy blast;
Then, see, they vanquished! fierce led on
By Freedom and great Washington.

The song had very little poetry and less music in it;
but patriotism applauded its spirit. Mr. Hand again
directed the conversation in such a manner as to glean
as much information from the veteran patriots as possible,
and enquired if any of them had seen the hero of Ben-
nington General John Stark.
"Oh! yes," replied Timothy Ransom, "There was
very few of the right-side-up men in Vermont, that I
did n't see and know too. See General Stark! I guess
I did; and seen a leetle of him at Bennington, too."
I thought General Stark belonged to New Hamp-
shire," said Hand.
"So he did," replied Ransom. "The country that


now makes the states of Varmount and New Hampsnire
was then called the New Hampshire Grants, and was
governed by one assembly and one council."
What sort of a looking man was Stark ?" enquired
Well,/he were n't much to look at," said Ransom.
"He was about the middle height, and strongly built.
He had a firm look about the face, and you might have
been sure of his doing what he said he would do, just
from hearing him talk. Blunt and downright, he was-
and did n't stop to pick words. He had seen a tougher
life than any of his neighbours-- fighting as a ranger
a regular soldier and you might suppose there was
ice affectation in his dress and manners like you
Sin some of our generals. He was a man made for
That's the man exactly as I saw him at Saratoga,"
said Kinnison.
Did you say you was with General Stark, at Ben-
nington ?" enquired Hand.
"Ay, and did my share of that day's work," replied
Ransom. That was a battle, my boys. If you had
seen the way that the militia walked up to the enemy's
cannon, and fought with regulars, you'd have said at
once, there was no use of Great Britain trying to subdue
such men."
Not having had the pleasure of seeing it," replied
Hand, I should like to hear what you saw of it. Tell
us about the affair, and how you won such a victory."




"You shall hear about the battle of Benningtoo,"
said Ransom. At the time Burgoyne was advancing
towards the Hudson, the people of Massachusetts and
the New Hampshire Grants were alarmed, and feared
that Burgoyne would march towards Boston. The whole
frontier was uncovered. But the people began to feel
the necessity of taking measures to check the advance
of the enemy. General Stark was then at home, angry
with Congress on account of his rank not being equal to
his services. He had resigned his commission in the
regular army. I was then at my farm, having gone
home after serving with Colonel Allen. I expected to
be called into service again, but did n't intend to fight
under any other orders than those of John Stark;
because I knew the man had been badly treated, and I
and most of the militia felt for him. The New Hamp-
shire Assembly met, and began to adopt measures for
the defence of the country. The militia was formed


into two brigades. General Whipple was appointed to
command the first, and General Stark the second. Stark
refused to accept the appointment. But finding that his
name was a host, he was induced to yield his private
griefs for the public good. He said he would assume
the command of the troops, if he was not desired to join
the main army, and was made accountable to no authority
but that of New Hampshire. His conditions were
accepted, and he went to Charlestown to meet the Com-
mittee of Safety. As soon as I heard that General
Stark was in the field, I hurried off to Charlestown to
join the militia, I knew would assemble there. I found
the men were coming in from all directions, and all were
in high spirits. Stark sent us off to Manchester, twenty
miles from Bennington, to join Colonel Warner's regi-
ment. You know after that skrimmage at Hubbardton,
Warner could scarcely muster more than two hundred
men, and we who were sent from Charlestown were to
fill out his regiment. I found most of the men had
been in service since the war began, and knew what
fighting was; and I thought they were a match for twice
their number; but I had some near -neighbours in the
regiment of Colonel Nichols at Bennington: I went and
joined him. As our regiment was filling up, General
Stark arrived at Manchester, where he met General
Lincoln, who had come to conduct the militia across the
Hudson to General Schuyler; but Stark told him that
the men were called together to protect their homes in
New Hampshire, and could not be taken out of that part
of the country. I heard afterwards that General Lincoln



informed Congress of the state of things in our neigh-
bourhood, and that Congress censured General Stark;
but he did n't care for that. He knew he was right in
staying in New Hampshire, and that the men who
censured him knew nothing about the state of things
there. Well, we were called upon to meet the enemy
sooner than we expected, for it appeared that Baum,
with his Germans and Indians, was on his march towards
Bennington. Soon after, I arrived at Manchester.
About four hundred men had collected at Bennington,
when General Stark arrived there, and more were coming
in constantly. I guess it was on the 13th of August
when we received information that some of Baum's
Indians had been seen near Cambridge -that's about
twelve miles from Bennington. Then there was a stir
among the men, and all sorts of preparation for a des-
perate battle. We all knew that we were going to fight
for our homes, and that made us eager to meet the enemy.
All the men of Bennington who could bear arms joined
us, and the old men and women and boys did all they
could to get us information, and to supply our wants.
General Stark sent Lieutenant-Colonel Gregg, with two
hundred men, to check the enemy. In the course of the
night we were informed that the Indians were supported
by a large body of regulars, with a train of artillery;
and that the whole force of the enemy were in full march
for Bennington. General Stark immediately called out
all the militia, and sent word to Colonel Warner to bnng
his regiment from Manchester. Before daylight on the
morning of the 14th of August, General Sta~ had


about eight hundred men under his command, including
Colonel Gregg's detachment. We then moved forward
to support Gregg. About four or five miles from Ben-
nington, we met our detachment in full retreat, and the
enemy within a mile of it. Stark ordered us to halt,
and we were then drawn up in order of battle. Baum
saw we were prepared to make fight, and halted, instead
of coming up to the work like a man. A small party
of our men were forced to abandon Van Shaick's mill,
where they had been posted, but not before they had
killed a few of the enemy. Stark found that the enemy
were busy entrenching themselves, and he tried to draw
them from their position by sending out small parties to
skirmish; but it was of no use, they would n't come out
and fight; so Stark fell back a mile, leaving a part of our
regiment to skirmish. Now you know that 's a kind of
fighting in which the Green Mountain Boys were always
first best. Before we fell back to the main body, we
had killed and wounded more than thirty of the enemy,
including two Indian chiefs, without losing a man.
"The battle should have been all skirmishes," said
Kinnison. "You might have cut the enemy up piece-
"We tried it next day," said Ransom. "It was
rainy, and Stark thought it best not to attempt anything
more than skirmishing. Our light parties appeared in
the woods on every side of the enemy, and picked off
the men so fast that the Indians became disheartened,
and began to desert Baum. The rain, which prevented
our troops from attacking the enemy, enabled them to


complete their entrenchments, and send to General
Burgoyne for reinforcements; but on the morning of the
16th of August, we found that General Stark and a
council of war had agreed upon a plan of attack, and
intended to execute it that day. I do n't think there
was a man among our troops who was not anxious for a
fight. Our skirmishes had put us in the humour for it.
I can't exactly give you an idea of the position of the
enemy, and of the real amount of skill General Stark
displayed in his plan of attack. But I'11 try to do the
best I can. The Germans were posted on a rising ground
near a bend in Wallomsac Creek, which is a branch of
the Hoosic River. The ground on both sides of the
creek is rolling, and the position of the Germans was on
the highest of the small hills. Peter's corps of Tories
were entrenched on the other side of the creek, nearly in
front of the German battery, and on lower ground.
During the night of the 15th, Colonel Symonds with
about one hundred Berkshire militia, arrived in camp.
Parson Allen, who, you may have heard, was such a
zealous whig, was with the Berkshire men, and he wanted
to fight right off. But General Stark told him if the
next day was clear, there would be fighting enough.
Well, when the morning of the 16th of August came;
it was clear and bright. Both armies seemed to
know that day was to decide between them. General
Stark had given his orders to all the colonels of his
regiments. Colonel Nichols, with our corps of about
two hundred men, marched up the little creek just above
the bridge, to attack the rear of the enemy's left; while

Colonel Herrick, with three hundred men, marched to
attack the rear of the right, with orders to join our party
before the assault was made. Colonels Hubbard and
Stickney were ordered to march down the Wallomsac,
with three hundred men, near the Tories, so as to turn
Baum's attention to that point. We started about noon,
and marched through the thick woods and up from the
valley towards the enemy's entrenchments. Our march
was rapid and silent, and the enemy did n't see us until
we were near. We gave the first volley, and rushed
upon them. I saw through the smoke, Colonel Herrick
was coming up. We had the Indians between us, and
you should have heard them yell, and whoop, and ring
their cow-bells, but they would n't stand; they fled
through our detachments and left the Hessians to shift
for themselves. Soon after we commenced the attack,
General Stark made that short address you have heard
so much about. Josiah Wemyss, one of my old friends
was near the General when he spoke. He told me Stark
raised himself in his stirrups, and said: "See there,
men! there are the red-coats; before night they are ours,
or Molly Stark will be a widow! Forward!" and they
did forward and rush upon the Tories with such force
that they drove 'em across the stream, upon the Germans,
who were then forced from their breastworks on the
heights. Then the battle became general. Such a tre-
mendous fire I never saw before, and never expect to
see again. Colonel Baum and his dragoons fought like
brave men, and for a long time could not be broken.
We attacked them on one side, and Stark on the other,


but they stood their ground, and when their powder gave
out, Colonel Baum led them to the charge with the
sword. But it could n't last: our men were fighting like
mad, and our firelocks brought down the enemy at a
tremendous rate. Many of us had no bagonets--I among
them, yet we marched up to the Germans just the same
as if we had the best arms. At last, the Germans gave
way and fled, leaving their *artillery and baggage on the
field. Our men didn't pursue. You see, General
Stark, in order to give the men every inducement to do
their best on the field, promised them all the plunder
.that could be taken from the enemy; and as the Germans
fled, we all scattered to seize on.what they had left. I
had the good luck to get a sword and one of the heavy
hats which the dragoons wore. I didn't care much
about the vallee of the things in regard to the money
they 'd bring, but I thought they'd be somewhat to keep
in the family, and make them remember that battle.
While I was looking for more things, I caught sight of
a man riding at a furious rate towards General Stark.
He called out, 'Rally! rally! more Germans! rally!'
and sure enough, we saw a large body of the enemy
coming out of the woods, in good order. It was the
reinforcement Baum had sent for. General Stark had
collected a small body of men, when I hurried to join a
few of our regiment that Colonel Nichols had rallied.
I thought that our victory was about to be snatched from
us; but just then Colonel Warner's regiment arrived
from Manchester, fresh and well-armed. They attacked
the Germans at once, while Stark, with about two hun.



dred of us, pushed forward to aid them. Then began a
obstinate struggle, not like the other fight with the Ger-
mans and Tories; but a running fight on the hills and
plains, just the kind of skrimmage in which a hundred
Green Mountain Boys were worth double their number of
redcoats. About sunset, the greater part of our men were
engaged, and the enemy was beaten in every part of the
field. We drove them from the hills down towards
Van Shaick's, killing, wounding, and taking prisoners all
the time. At Van Shaick's mill they made their last
stand. They had placed a small party of Tories in the
building, and a party of Germans rallied in front of it.
But it was no use, the Germans were driven away and
the men in the house forced to surrender. Our men
pursued the enemy to the Hoosick, and captured the
greater part of 'em. I really believe, if night had n't
come on, we would have taken every man of 'em. But
General Stark ordered the men to return, for fear they
would fire upon each other in the gloom. Before I
came back, however, I caught a Tory lurking near the
edge of the woods. Now I hated Tories worse than
the Britishers or Germans, and I had a strong notion to
shoot him, and I told him so; but he begged hard for
his life, and said he never intended to take up arms
against his countrymen again: I took him back to our
troops and put him with the other prisoners."
"What was the loss of the enemy that day?" en-
quired Pitts.
"I heard since, that it was nine hundred and thirty.
four men, including killed, wounded, and prisoners,"


replied Ransom. "I recollect we buried two hundred
and seven of them. Our own loss was one hundred
killed, and about the same number wounded. Besides
the prisoners, we took four pieces of brass cannon, more
than two hundred and fifty swords, several hundred
muskets, several brass drums, and four ammunition
wagons. So you see, we had plenty of plunder. i
"I suppose the men were not allowed to take any
thing but the swords and muskets," said Kinnison.
"Yes, the baggage fell to us," said Ransom, "and
all the fixins of the German camp; the cannon, drums,
wagons and standards were not taken away."
"I guess that was one of the completes victories
ever gained," said Kinnison. "Only to think of militia
flogging regulars in that style. What could the enemy
expect from our regulars ?"
There 's as much credit due to General Stark for
that victory, as was ever given to him or as we could
give to a general," said Ransom. "If he had not
taken command of the troops, there would have been
very little resistance to Baum's advance. The plan of
attack was formed with great skill, and the general went
into the battle with the determination to win it or leave
his body on the field. Such a man as John Stark would
make soldiers out of cowards."
Mr. Hand here proposed three cheers for General
Stark and his Green Mountain Boys, and they were
given with a hearty will. One of the young men then
announced that he had a song, which had been sung
at an anniversary of the battle of Bennington, and which


he would now sing, if the company wished it. Of
course, the company did wish it, and the young gen-
tleman sang the following words:--

REMEMBER the glories of patriots brave,
Though the days of the heroes are o'er;
Long lost to their country and cold in their grave,
They return to their kindred no more,
The stars of the field, which in victory pour'd
Their beams on the battle are set,
But enough of their glory remains on each sword
To light us to victory yet.
Walloomsack! when nature embellished the tint
Of thy fields and mountains so fair,
Did she ever intend a tyrant should print
The footsteps of slavery there
No! Freedom, whose smiles we shall never resign,
Told those who invaded our plains,
That 't is sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine,
Than to sleep for a moment in chains.
Forget not the chieftain of Hampshire, who stood
In the day of distress by our side;
Nor the heroes who nourish'd the fields with their blood,
Nor the rights they secured as they died.
The sun that now blesses our eyes with his light,
Saw the martyrs of liberty slain;
O, let him not blush when he leaves us to-night,
To find that they fell there in vain!

Brown and Hanson had prepared their instruments
during the singing, and immediately followed it with
Washington's march, to which knives and forks kept

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An incident occurred just after the battle of Ben-
nington, which showed the spirit of the people of the
neighbourhood," said Ransom, when the musicians had
concluded. "Old Zedekiah Bleeker, who lived in
Bennington, sent five bold sons to join our little army,
just before the battle. One of them-Sam. Bleeker-
was killed; and one of the old man's neighbours came
to tell him about it-' Mr. Bleeker,' said the neighbour,
'your son has been unfortunate.' 'What!' said the old
man, 'has he misbehaved? Did he desert his post or
shrink from the charge?' I Worse than that,' replied
the neighbour; 'he was slain, but he was fighting
nobly.' Then I am satisfied,' said the old ma; bring
him to me.' Sam's-body was brought home. The old
man wiped the blood from the wound, and while a tear
stood in his eye, said it was the happiest day of his life,
to know that he had five sons fighting for freedom and
one slain for the same cause. There was a spirit of
patriotism for you."
I can tell you of an instance quite as good," said
old John Warner. Perhaps it is better; for in this in-
stance, a woman displayed the like spirit. A good lady
in 1775, lived on the sea-board, about a day's march
from Boston, where the British army then was. By some
unaccountable accident, a rumour was spread, in town
and country, in and about there, that the Regulars were
on a full march for the place, and would probably arrive
in three hours at farthest. This was after the battle of
Lexington, and all, as might be well supposed, was i
sad confusion-some were boiling with rage and full of


fight, some with fear and confusion, some hiding their
treasures, and others flying for life. In this wild moment,
when most people in some way or other, were frightened
from their propriety, our heroine, who had two sons, one
about nineteen years of age, and the other about sixteen,
was seen preparing them to discharge their duty. The
eldest she was able to equip in fine style-she took her
husband's fowling-piece, 'made for duck or plover,'
(the good man being absent on a coasting voyage to
Virginia) and with it the powder-horn and shot-bag; but
the lad thinking the duck and goose shot not quite the
size to kill regulars, his mother took a chisel, cut up her
pewter spoons, and hammered them into slugs, and put
them into his bag, and he set off in great earnest, but
thought he would call one moment and see the parson,
who said, well done, my brave boy-God preserve you
-and on he went in the way of his duty. The youngest
was importunate for his equipment, but his mother could
find nothing to arm him with but an old rusty sword;
the boy seemed rather unwilling to risk himself with this
alone, but lingered in the street, in a state of hesitation,
when his mother thus upbraided him. 'You John
Haines, what will your father say if he hears that a child
of his is afraid to meet the British: go along; beg or
borrow a gun, or you will find one, child-some coward,
I dare say, will be running away, then take his gun and
march forward, and if you come back and I hear you
have not behaved like a man, I shall carry the blush of
shame on my face to the grave.' She then shut the
door, wiped the tear from her eye, and waited the issue;


the boy joined the march. Such a woman could not
have cowards for her sons."
"I heard of many such instances," said Kinnison;
"such a spirit was common at the time, not only in New
England, but throughout the States. Look at the noble
conduct of some of the people of New Jersey, during
Washington's retreat, and afterwards. The women did
all they could to lessen the sufferings of the men, and
many an old man wanted to join the army, knowing how
much he would have to endure."



THE women were all right during the Revolution,"
said Pitts. "I can tell you of an instance in which a
woman displayed both patriotism and wisdom, though
it may be rather a long story."
Oh! the longer the better," said Hand.
." Very well," said Pitts, "I'll tell you about it, as
near as I can recollect. One night, while the British
army was encamped on Long Island, a party of the red-
coats, galled by the death of Major Andre, formed a
plan to cross over to the Connecticut side and capture
General Sullivan, who commanded some of the Ameri-
cans stationed there, and hold him in revenge for Andre's
"It was a hazardous project, but four bold men
pledged themselves to undertake it. John Hartwell, a
brave young officer was selected as their leader.
"Soon as arranged they proceeded to a boat, and
made the oest progress they could across the river; on


gaining the shore, they made for a small clump of under-
wood, where they lay concealed, until they noted what
direction it was best to take.
Here too may be seen the tents where repose the
brave men who have sworn to protect their homes and
country, or die in its defence against the invaders, who
seek to control their free rights. Near may be seen a
spacious farm house, the abode of General Sullivan -
the brave soldier and faithful friend--who now slept,
unconscious of danger. Through some neglect, the
sentinels on duty had wandered from their posts, never
dreaming it possible that any one would risk a landing,
or could pass the tents unobserved. By a circuitous route
they gained the house, and here the faithful watch-dog
gave the alarm; a blow soon silenced him; and ascending
the piazza, Captain Hartwell opened the casement, and
followed by his men, stepped lightly into the sitting-
room of the family.
They now struck a light, and with caution proceeded
on their search-they passed through several apartments,
while, strange to relate, the inmates slept on, unconscious
of this deed of darkness.
They at length reached the General's room--two
of the men remained outside, while Captain Hartwell,
with another officer, entered, and stood in silence,
musing on the scene before them.
A night-lamp burnt in the room, dimly revealing
the face of the sleepers -whose unprotected situation
could not but awake a feeling of pity even in their
callous hearts.



"' Jack,' whispered his companion, 'by heaven I
wish this partof the business had been entrusted to some
one else I could meet this man face to face, life for
life, in the field of battle but this savors too much of
"'Hold your craven tongue, Low,' answered Captain
Hartwell, 'perform your part of the play, or let some
one else take your place- you forget the scrape we are
in at the least alarm. We might happen to salute the
rising sun from one of the tallest trees on the General's
farm-an idea far from pleasing.'
'For my part, I could wish myself back on Long
Island -but our general expects every man to do his
duty-let yours be to prevent that female from screaming,
while I secure her husband.'
The ear of woman is quick, and from their entering
the room, not a word had escaped Mrs. Sullivan. At
first she could scarce refrain from calling out, but her
uncommon strength of mind enabled her to master her
fear-she scarce knew what to think: her husband's life,
herself and family, were at stake, and her courage rose
in proportion as her sense of danger increased.
"She scarcely dared to breathe, and even the infant
at her breast seemed to partake of its mother's anxiety,
and nestled closer to her bosom.
"The curtains partly shaded where she lay, and
breathing a prayer to Heaven for protection, she
silently stepped from the bed, scarce knowing how to
Her woman's tact led her to appeal to their sympa-


this, if sympathies they had if she died, she but
risked her life for one dearer than herselfAhose exist-
ence to his country was invaluable-and peifps by this
means enable him to escape. In an instant she was
before them, her infant at their feet, her pale beseeching
face imploring what speech refused to utter.
"The officers started-this sight was unexpected-the
least hesitation, and all would be lost.
Captain Hartwell threw aside his heavy watch-cloak
and said -
"'Madam, let this uniform De the warrant for our
honour-our object is to take your husband alive, if
possible-that depends, however, on your silence.'
At this moment General Sullivan awoke, and finding
his wife in the hands of men whose calling he knew not,
his good sword was soon in his hand, but a strong arm
wrested it from him-handcuffs were placed on his
wrists, and he stood their prisoner.
He enquired by what right they entered his house!
'Our object, sir,' replied the officer, 'is to convey you
to Long Island-the least expIrssion of alarm from you,
that moment you breathe your last if peaceable, no
violence will be offered." Mrs. Sullivan threw herself
bee them, and entreaties for mercy gushed from her
a heart. 'Oh! spare him-take what money is
h ut leave me my husband, the father of my children.
Think, if you have wives or families, what their sense
of bereavement would be to see some murderous band
tear you from their arms, and they left in horrid uncer-
tainty as to your fate. Take all that we have, but leave



him.' A sneer of scorn curled the officer's lip, as he
coolly replied -
"' Madam, we are neither robbers nor assassins-the
compliment on our part is quite undeserved. We are
Brtsh officers.'
"'Then, sir,' exclaimed Mrs. Sullivan starting to her
feet-her eyes flashing, her proud form trembling, as her
own wrongs were forgot in those of her country-
'Shame on the cause that sanctions such a deed as this
--in the silence of night to enter a peaceful dwelling
and take an unoffending man from the arms of his wife
and family-Truly, such an act as this would well need
the covering of darkness. You may call yourselves
servants of Britain--that is your fit appellation. Take
him--another victim is required for my country. But
the vengeance of Heaven is abroad, and, ere long, the
men who war for the price of blood, will find the arm
of him who fights for his fireside and liberty, nerved by
a stronger consciousness of right.'
Madam,' interrupt@ the officer, awed by the stern
majesty of her manner, 'I came not here to interchange
words with a woman, or, I might speak about warring
against our lawful king.-But you know, Tom,' turning
to his companion, 'I never was good at preaching.'
'Not to a woman, certainly,' said Tom, laughing,4 or
rather you could never bring one to your way of
A slight noise warned them of the impropriety of their
longer remaining. The General having completed dress-
ing, took an affectionate farewell of his wife, assuring


her he would soon be enabled to return. They left the
house but to gain the shore was a matter of some
difficulty. The general was rendered incapable of
making the slightest noise if he had wished to, and they
had tied Mrs. Sullivan, and bound her mouth to prevent
her giving any alarm. But the tents were not so easily
passed. The morning was fast approaching, and the
route they came would occupy too much time to retrace
it their only plan now was to make as straight a line
as possible to the shore. Already had they passed one
tent, when the cry 'who goes there' was heard. In a
moment they gained the shadow of an adjoining tent,
when a man suddenly stept before them and demanded
their business. No time could be lost-the two officers
proceeded on to the boat with the general, while the re-
mainder overpowered the sentinel and joined their com-
panions as the dawn was faintly perceptible in the east.
By the time an alarm was given, they were far beyond
the reach of pursuit.
Their prisoner was borne # triumph to their com-
mander, who intended waiting superior orders as to the
disposal of him.
In the meanwhile, Mrs. Sullivan was not idle. A
council was called, and every plan was proposed that
could tend to liberate her husband.
The womanly wit of Mrs. Sullivan suggested that
they should cross the river in the same manner as the
British had done, and seize the person of one of their
influential men, and hold him as an hostage until terms
could be agreed upon for the exchange of prisoners. It



was a risk, and if discovered, no mercy could be ex-
The nephew of the general, a young officer of merit,
and several others, volunteered their services. The
following night was arranged for the purpose.
"The difficulty, when the time arrived, was to pro-
cure some mode of getting over. A whale-boat was at
length found, into which the adventurers got, disguised
as fishermen. They soon arrived at Long Island and
proceeded to the residence of Judge Jones.
With some difficulty they secured that worthy func-
tionary, and notwithstanding his assurance as to being a
good patriot, which they assured him they did not in the
least question, conveyed the good man to the boat, in
spite of his wish to finish his sleep out, and embarked
pleased with their success. On reaching the house of
Mrs. Sullivan they introduced their prisoner. Mrs.
Sullivan courteously apologized for the necessity they
had been under for requesting his society without due
time for preparation; asuring him that the house and
all in it were at his service while he honoured it as his
The Judge was taken quite at a loss. At any time
he was a man of a few words, but the sudden transition
had quite bewildered his faculties. At times he doubted
whether the good old cogniac, of which he had taken a
plentiful supply before retiring to rest, had not turned his
"He stood in the centre of the apartment gazing
listlessly around him, until the voice of Mrs. Sullivan,


politely inquiring if her guest stood in need of any re.
freshment, recalled his fleeting thoughts. The tempting
repast set before him did wonders in restoring his good
humor, his sail having given him quite an appetite, and
at any time a lover of the good things of life, and know-
ing arguments could produce no alteration in his fate, he
submitted with as much good grace as possible, a little
alleviated by the reflection that a woman's care was not
the worst he could have fallen into. By a singular
coincidence, Mrs. Sullivan learnt that her husband was
an inmate in the house of the Judge, an assurance in
every way relieving, having been placed in his charge
until conveyed from Flatbush.
Letters were soon interchanged, the Americans re-
fusing to yield their prisoner without the British doing
the same. Terms were accordingly entered into, and
the Judge prepared to take leave of his fair hostess at
the same time her husband was taking leave of the
Judge's wife.-The Judge had been highly pleased with
the manners of Mrs. Sullivan, who did every thing in
her power to make his stay agreeable.
"The two boats with their respective prisoners at
length set sail, and meeting on the river, they had an
opportunity of congratulating each other on the happy
termination of their imprisonment, which, thanks to
woman's wit, so fertile in expedients, had saved them
from what might have been a tragedy. With assurances
of friendship they parted, the wives soon having the
pleasure of embracing their husbands. Subsequently
letters couched in terms of the warmest gratitude were



exchanged between the two ladies, for the attention paid
to their respective husbands."
That Mrs. Sullivan was a remarkable woman," re-
marked Colson. "But so were most of the women of
our side at that time; and the fact is, such a cause as
ours would have made heroes and heroines out of the
weakest. Besides, what won't a woman do to save her
husband, at all times ?"
"A good stratagem--that of Mrs. Sullivan's," said
Equal to some of Washington's generalship," re-
marked Kinnison. Each one of the party had some
remark to make upon the courage and resource of Mrs.
Sullivan, except Brown, the fifer, who was enjoying the
dreams of Morpheus, and therefore deaf to the narrative.



SI HEARD of an instance in which a woman was still
more heroic than Mrs. Sullivan," said Ransom, "Be-
cause, in this case, the lady suffered for maintaining the
cause of her country.
When New York and Rhode Island were quietly
possessed by the British armies, and the Jerseys, overrun
by their victorious generals, opposed but a feeble resist-
ance to their overwhelming power, Lord Cornwallis,
commanding a large division of their troops, stationed
at Bordentown, addressing Mrs. Borden, who resided
on her estate in a mansion of superior elegance, de-
manded in an authoritative tone, 'Where, Madam, is
your rebel husband-where your rebel son ?' 'Doing
their duty to their country, under the orders of General
Washington,' was the prompt reply. 'We are well ap-
prized,' rejoined that officer, of 'the influence you
possess over the political creed of your family, and that
to them your opinion is law. Be wise, then, in time,
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and while mercy is tendered to you, fail not to accept it.
Bid them quit the standard of rebellion, and cordially
unite with us, in bringing his Majesty's deluded subjects
to submission, and a proper sense of their errors and
ingratitude, to the best of kings. Your property will
then be protected, and remain without injury in your
possession. But, should you hesitate to profit by our
clemency, the wasting of your estate and destruction
of your mansion will inevitably follow.' 'Begin, then,
the havoc which you threaten,' replied the heroic lady:
'the sight of my house in flames, would be to me a treat,
for, I have seen enough of you to know, that you never
injure, what it is possible for you to keep and enjoy.
The application of a torch to it I should regard as a
signal for your departure, and consider the retreat of
the spoiler an ample compensation for the loss of my
"This was one of those threats which the British
never failed to carry into execution. The house was
burnt, and the whole property consigned to waste and
desolation. But, as had been foreseen, the perpetrator
of the ruthless deed retreated, to return no more."
"Just like Cornwallis and his red-coats," said Kinni-
son. burning people's houses and wasting their lands
was a way of making converts, which they discovered
and practised with a vengeance. Mrs. Borden was a
strong-minded woman to have endured all this."



YES," said Warner, Mrs. Borden was a heroine
as wouldn't have disgraced the Romans. But what
would you think of a mere girl, whose family was
opposed to our cause, exerting herself to procure the
freedom of one of our officers, who had been taken by
the British?"
I should say it's what young girls in love have done
many a ttme," said Kinnison.
"Not under such circumstances," said Warner.
"But I'11 tell you about it as it was told to me. Cap-
tain Plunkett was a bold-spirited Irishman, who held a
commission in our army. In some way or other-it may
have been at the battle of Brandywine Plunkett was
taken by the enemy, and soon after placed in a prison in
Philadelphia. Previous to that, he had made many
friends among the Quakers of that city- and, indeed,
his manners made him a general favourite, wherever he
went. Plunkett suffered much in prison, and his friends

pitied him; but dared not attempt his release. How-
Sever, there was a young girl of great beauty and strength
of mind, who resolved to release the suffering soldier, at
all hazards. It accidentally happened, that the uniform
of Captain Plunkett's regiment bore a striking resem-
blance to that of a British corps, which was frequently
set as a guard over the prison in which he was confined.
A new suit of regimentals was in consequence procured
and conveyed, without suspicion of sinister design, to
the Captain. On the judicious use of these rested the
hopes of the fair Friend to give him freedom. It fre-
quently happened that officers of inferior grade, while
their superiors affected to shun all inx.ercourse with the
rebels, would enter the apartments of the prisoners, and
converse with them with kindness and familiarity, and
then at their pleasure retire. Two sentinels constantly
walked the rounds without, and the practice of seeing
their officers walking in and out of the interior prison,
became so familiar, as scarcely to attract notice, and
constantly caused them to give way without hesitation,
as often as an officer showed a disposition to retire.
Captain Plunkett took the advantage of this circumstance,
and putting on his new coat, at the moment that the
relief of the guard was taking place, sallied forth,
twirling a switch carelessly about and ordering the ex-
terior door of the prison to be opened, walked without
opposition into the street. Repairing without delay to the
habitation of his fair friend, he was received with kindness,
and for some days secreted and cherished with every
manifestation of affectionate regard. To elude the vigi-


lance of the British Gua, if he attempted to pass into
the country, in his prese. ress was deemed impossible.
Woman's wit, however, is never at a loss for contrivances,
while swayed by the influences of love or benevolence.
Both, in this instance, may have aided invention.
Plunkett had three strong claims in his favour: he was
a handsome man- a soldier- and an Irishman. The
general propensity of the Quakers, in favor of the Royal
cause, exempted the sect in a great measure from sus-
picion, in so great a degree indeed, that the barriers
of the city were generally entrusted to the care of their
members, as the best judges of the characters of those
persons who might be allowed to pass them, without
injury to the British interests. A female Friend, of low
origin, officiating as a servant in a farm near the city,
was in the family, on a visit to a relative. A pretext
was formed to present her with a new suit of clothes, in
order to possess that which she wore when she entered
the city. Captain Plunkett was immediately disguised as
a woman, and appeared at the barrier accompanied by
his anxious deliverer. 'Friend Roberts,' said the en-
terprising girl, 'may this damsel and myself pass to visit
a friend at a neighboring farm?' 'Certainly,' said
Roberts, 'go forward.' The city was speedily left
behind, and Captain Plunkett found himself safe under
the protection of Colonel Allen M'Lean, a particular
friend of his. Whether Captain Plunkett ever married
the young girl who had rendered him such service, I
cannot say; but you may fancy he did, and it will make
a pretty story."

"Well, now we have had enough of the women,"
said Kinnison.
Yes," said Hand, and now we must have some-
thing more of the men of the Revolution. Come, which
of you will tell something about George Washington-
the Father of his Country ?"
I can tell you of an important incident in the career
of Washington, which was told to me by a man who
witnessed a part of it, and heard the rest," said Colson.
Then strike up, old boy," said Kinnison, familiarly.

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