Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1842-11-30
srRouDsBuRc MONROE COUNTY NOVEMBER


red at full speed away in the direction Of The
British army.
The following day, the country for miles
around the cottage was echoing with artillery
and The roar of musketry. Two conflicting ar
mics were. engaged in deadly contest, close at
hand, and in the scene of death and horror, An
nelte had father, brother and--shall we
say it?--a lover: for though her patriotic feel
ings made her cast him off, her affections still
retained his image in her heart On all sides,
columns were charging, engaging, reireating,
and the tide battle now rolled this way and
that, and still came in the direction Of the road
that led past The cottage.
| Annette was part Of the time fearfully watch
ing the clouds of smoke that marked the pro-
gress of the combatants, and part of the time
on her knees in prayer for those she loved
and was George Lee excluded from her peIi-
lions? Let each maiden's own heart answer.
Nearer and nearer come the sound Of ariil-
lery, and the roar Of The baIllei She stood with
her aged mother and gathered neighbors, upon
The green beneath the elm, in painful expecta-
ton. The smoke of the battle field rolled on
ward, and now they could hear the shouts of
the soldiers in the fight Their position COM
manded a view of mile along the road, and
soon they beheld shattered troops flying across
it, at its extremity, and disappearing in the
woods. Then came squadron of horse, bro
ken and retrealng; and then artillery drawn at
full gallop, came into The road. The American
flag flew from staffs stuck on The gun carriages,
and Annette knew that her counirymen were
defeated. Louder and more fearful now grew
the uproar af battle beyond The wood, and regi-
II FL i
the road and were rereating along it towards
Chester. and past the cottage. Annette's anxi-
ETY. for her countrymen, and for her father ard
brother, would not let her quit her post; and the
tide of barle came rolling past her--a terrific
spectacle! The dragons galloped by, each
horseman riding by himself, with his reins
thrown upon his saddle bow; then came the ar
tillery laundering along, followed by multitude
Of soldiers without order, flying at the top of
their speed.
"Oh, shame. shame" she cried with hot tears
in her eyes; OH that | were man, and IN IHe
saddle, methinks my single arm would retrieve
the day! Where is Washington! He certain
ly cannot fly"
AS she spoke, she heard on her right, down
The road, loud, commanding voice, calling
on the rereaiing men to rally! She turned and
beheld Washington himself, who, hearing of the
giving way of the right wing, had come up al
The head of regiment TO sustain it. His voice
and presence now instilled new life into the
flying soldiery, and they soon rallied in the
road, and presented front TO the columns of
British that were pursuing. General Howe,
seeing this demonstration of resistance, and
knowing Washington to be there in person,
withdrew from pursuit, satisfied with having
routed the wing. The American troops then
slowly re,reated in good order towards strong
position on the heights not far off
| Annette was delighted to see that among
those who fled were neither her father nor her
brolher but she was panied TO discover among
the pursuers her own false lover, who, seeing
her at distance, rened up his horse and turned
aside, hoping TO escape her notice. When she
saw this she resolved she would not only ban
| isL him from her heart, but from her thoughts.
But the resolutions of maiden in love, are
made only 10 be broken, especially when the
lover is the object Of them.
1t was about eight clock, the evening of the
battle, when Annette was seated in her door,
listening TO every footslep, expecting her IA
ther and brother Ii was a pleasant night, but
waited 10 her the means Of the dying and woun-
ded, from the woods and fields around where
the fight had been, and her heart was fall oil FORE
bodngs of evil to those so dear to her, All at
once-she heard the approach Of horses feet, and
starting up with solcous expectation-for she
knew neither her father nor brother were mounts
ed--she waited nervously the advance Of the
horseman along the road. He came a, slow
pace, and as he drew nearer, she discovered by
The light of the moon that he was an officer, and
that his horse was wounded. Instead of pas
sing the house towards the town. he turned up
to the door and rode towards her. She was
too familiar with scenes Of danger, and the in
cidenis of those warke times to feel alarm,
and waited quietly his approach TO the door
stone.
:" Good evening, maiden," he said, with a
foreign accent; 81 pray thee give me your hos
piiality brief space-.l and my horse are bo;n
wounded, and he will carry me no further,
fear"
There was something in the gentle tones Of
the voice of the stranger as we'll as in his no.
hat,