The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1844-03-29
wooDsFIELD, ONO, FRIDAY MARCH as, 1914.

ed. He met wIthno detention until ac-
costed by the piquet guard.
sWho goes thefeP
"a friend
The countersign.'
Success
sWhither boundr
'For the camp of the rebels, in quest
OF intelligence; shall be prepared with
disguise and if escape detection,
shall return TO Gen. Burgoyne before
the dawn ofto-morrow. Should not
return you will know my fate.'
go then, and may God and the King
protect YOU
He reached his anxious comrades in
safety and was soon in the presence of
his general, with whom he had a con-
ference of u few minutes, when conf
dental messages were Immediately
prepared for desperate struggle. Will
ber having changed his dress,w made
bearer Of de.paches TO the several com
manding officers of the regiment and
company to which he was attached,
which he was not backward to exc
cute.
Just before dawn, a soft voice whis-
pered in the ear of Henry Elverton, as
lie was lying on his musket, courage
Henry, we shall meet again. Before
Henry could recover from his surprise
the mysterious speaker had disappeared
and the next moment the drum beat
loudly to arms.
ltis unnecessary TO repeat the bloody
scenes of that eventlul, that glorious
day, the pages Of history record them
hin letters which will never ba efaceI.
Immediately after the battle General
Gates first inquiry was for the gallant
youth whose deeds of daring hao con-
tributed so much to the success of the
American arms. But he was not found.
1t was ascert1ined however, from Ell
verton, by whose side WiIber fought.
that he had left the field few minutes
before the close OF the action in conse-
quence of having received severe
bayonet wound in the right hand. His
last words to Elverton as he dropped
his musket and left the ranks, were,
courage Henry, we may meet again!
i'll search for the young hero proved
frutless.
On the evening Of the 14th of Octo-
ber, Il wounded soldier presented him
self at the farm house ofIsaac Wharton
and craved accommo da'iohs for the
night. He bore the impress of extreme
fatigue, and was readily admitted. AT
ter having purtaken of a homely meal,
with which he seemed much refreshed.
he recorded the principal incidents
which attended the battle of Saratoga,
and spoke with almost supernatural el-
oquence ofits glorious termination.
Atera minutes pause-'Stranger,'
inquired the worthy host, did you
chance to meet young soldier in the
army by the name of Elverton?'
Il did, said WILDER, scarcely able to
conceal his emotion, 'and bravely did
he acquit himself. Ireceived this wound
in my hand while fighting by his side.
He escaped uninjured.
'Thank heaven for his safety,' exclai-
med the patriot, 'but he little dreams
what sorrow is in store for him. fear
that he will never again embrace a
beautiful bride, or we an only daugh-
ter WILDER could hold no longer.
'Father, mother, forgive--torgive
your daughter!' and the next moment
Emeline Wharton was in the arms of
her mother.
Let those who can imagine what can
not be described, picture the scene
which followed this revelation.
On the surrender Of Burgoyne about
five days after the general battle, Elver-
ton and his father were discharged, and
reached home on the very day follow
ing the above incident. After an affee-
tionate welcome by his mother, Hen
ry's first question was:
sHow is Emelinep
'Alas! my sonp
Sebs and tears deprived her ofutter-
,nce. Henry forgot the laurels which
lis bravery had won-even patriotism
tseli WIS forgotten, as he hung IN pain
ul suspense over his weeping and al
most fainting mother. Though his
mind was on The Elck to know the fate
IF Emeline, he refrained from asking .
my questions until she should become
more composed. At this moment II
sweet voice from the outer door fell
lpon his --sHenry we have met
voice was familiar--he
,ad heard it in battle, and springing to
he door 10 welcome the brave Will
,er, he encounicred--Em Emeline Whar- ,