Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1840-09-22

you was born, and | remember when
that was, we'll enough. Old doctor
klttrldge, that's now dead and gone,
he sent his shay for me through the
drlitingest snow storm. ever rcmcm-
Der, and got the rheumaiics for ALL
Fanny there, was born of n pleasant
night ia June
"Oh hold your tongue, mother" says
Bill. "Miss Fanny's face is like boil
ed lobster, and | believe you are try
ing TO sec what you can do with her,
Well.wejl old fo!'.ass u be OIL folks;
and we were all born once, that's a
fact" said the old woman. "Come
and sit down here, where can talk to
you both.' said the old lady. We
hitched up close to her, end she be-
gan
THAT there gun, Ezekiel, William
Saxbury, that boys father" Bill strok,
ed his whiskers, "carricd first in the
old French and Indian war, and I've
got the canteen he carried, too-but
II amt of no use. The posky savages
TO do all the mischief they could, they
shot at it, purpose, Mr. Saxbury used
to say, to spill his liquor. That's the
way he always used to talk, Just as if
il was the liquor that they wanted to
spill, and not his blood, though | dare
say they'd been glad to drink either.
But the hardest day, and the last day
of service that gun see, was on BUNKER
Hull"
"All that will be remembered now
mother" says |, "they're raising funds
to finish that monument"
"To what"
"To finish the monument"
"To finish it Lord-a-massy, | want
to know if that amt done yeti Why,
Mr. Saxbury went down to Boston in
twenty five, TO help build it, and he
come back with his painted ribbon
that hangs there on the nail over the
gun, as tickled and US pleased to think
he'd seen old lafayette, and the rest.
| want TO know! Why, that journey
to Boston finished MIR Saxbury, and
the monnyment amt finished yet
Well, | declare The hot sun, and
things, and the furry, and the worry
of the Journey and all-he died week
after he got home, and the monnymenf
amt finished yet ~
The old lady took a pinch of snuff in
her fingers, but forgot to put it in her
nose.
"Mr Saxbury is Finished" the old la
dy continued, as she rested her head
on her hand, and rocked kind of unea-
sy on her chair. Old Mr. Jones, that
used to hobble over here to talk to
William, hes dead too. Old Mr. Brown,
that walked on a crutch for ever SO
many years, and then took cane, he's
dead and gone They are all dead
and their widders pretty much too;
and their children don't seem to re-
member them, if they can't finish the
Why Lord save us. the
men that fought the battle would put
up the monnyment in night"
"They did build monument in a
night" says |, 'mother, harder than
brass, mother" says /.
The old lady didn't seem TO mind |
this, but she kept on muttering. BY |
and by says | agar" Mother, the mon
ument will be finished now, for the |
women have taken hold ofit,and when
they begin, there pretty generally a
little more apt by considerable, to car.
~ it through than the men, says l.
80 they be, Zeke so they be, says
the old woman. And they ought to !
build the monument, Zeke-for they /
had the toughest of the fighting in the |
old war. Warn't il nothing TO us, do .
you guess, when we knowed our hus,
bands, our fathers, and our sons, them
that had any, was all out, and none of
the men folks to home: We couldn't (
tell Ickc, how they'd come home dead
or alive. There was that boy:' Bill
grlnned almost out loud whenever his
mother called him boy, there was
that boy was nursing baby when his
father went out TO Lexington and Bun
ker Hill; and | had him in my arms.
and he clappin his hands, and scream
ing, and shouting, az though il was
great sport. when stood on the scut-
lie ofOur house and sec Charleston a
burning. Every gun that morning
killed me dead, because how could |
tell where it HIT tell you, Zekc
ZONES, the men that fought that battle
lidn't suffer 50 much as their wives and
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