The Arkansas advocate., 1830-05-26

oi the revolutionary storm rolled over our heads. The bells ot the city spread the alarm, the lights flashed in thous- and windows, the dtums and trumpcts mustered their several bands, and tine sounds, in their confusion, seemed like ah arhculate voice IoreteIllng the strife of that day.
 Me took our places mechanically slde by side, behind the breastwork, and waited for the struggle to begin. We waited long in silence. There was no noise but of the men at the breast work strengthening their rude lortihca- ttons. We saw the boats put off from the city, and land tie forces0n the shore beneath our station. Still there was si- fence, except when the tall figure of our commander moved along our line, directing Us not to fire til the word was gwen. 2 For my part, as ] saw these gallant forces march up the hill in we'll ordered ranks, with the easy confidence Of those who had been led to victory. l was motionless with astonishment and delight. thought only their danger, and the steady courage with which they advanced to meet t, the older officers moving with mechanical indifference. the younger with impatient daring Then fire blazed along their ranks, but the shot struck in the redoubt or passed harmiessiy over our heads. Not a solitary musket answered., and if you had seen the redoubt, you would have said that some mighty charm had turned all it's inmates to stone. But when they stood so near us that every shot would teif, a single gun from the right was the signal for Us to begin, and we poured upon them a fire, under which single glance before the smoke covered all, showed us, their columns reel like some mighty wall which the elements are striving to overthrow. As the yapor passed away, their line appeared as if a aseythe of destruction had cut t down, fer one long line of dead and dying marked the spot where their ranks had stood.
 tgain they returned 10 the charge. again they were cut down; and then the heavy masses of smoke from the burning l town, added nagniGeeBce to the scene. By#this time my poaderhorn was empty, 1 and most of those arannd me had but 9 single charge remaining. It was eYi- dent that our post must be abandoned, l but resolved to resist them once again. They came upon US with double fury. An officer happened to be near; raising. my masket and putting all my strength into the blow, 1 laid him dead at my feet. But, meantime, the British line passed me in pursuit of the flying Ame- ricans, and thus cut of my retreat; one of their soldiers fred, and the ball en- tered my side. ! fell, and was beaten with muskets on the head until they left me fer dead upon the field.
 When 1 recovered, the soldiers were employed i'll burying their dead. An officer enqaired if 1 could walk, but finding ne unable, ne directed his men to drag me by the feet to their boats, where l was thrown in, iainting with agony, and carried with the rest of the prisoners to Boston. Che of my com rades, who saw me fallen, returned with I the news to my parents. They heard nothing more concerning me, but had no doubt that was slain. They mourn ed for me as lost, and rude stone was erected near the graves of my family, in the burying- ground, 10 record the fate of the one who was not permitted to sleep with his fathers. doubt not that the mourning was sincere, nor do l doubt that there was in all their sorrow a feeling of exultation, that one of their number was counted worthy to suffer death in the service of their country. The old school master, who was learn. ed man, said it was like the monument to the slain at Marathon, great field of ancient times, and eiten pointed t out to his scholars from his school window, to encourage that spirit of freedom which was the passion of that day.
 q was carried to the hospital in Bos- ton, and never shall l forget the scene presented in that abode of wo. The rooms were small and crowded the re- gular and provincial were thrown in to- gether, to be visited, that is, looked upon, If perchance they could catch his eye, once a day, by an indifferent Phy- sieian, who neither understood nor cared for his duty. 1t was dire and dreadful to hear the curses poured out by some dying wretch, upon the rebels, who had