The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-05-26
From the LOdy's National Magazine for May.
The Outlaws Graz.
a LEGEND OF THE REvoLUTIO

LEG END OF TIE REVOLUTION.
The ttle town of Chichester, situated on the NJ
liver, far more important than it is a,
present; for while everything else in this country
prosPers, it is falling slowly but surely to decay
Many years have passed since visited il, and even
then i, was melancholy sight. Houses which
could remember once Inhabited were ienantess,
and often rooless-Ond fields which when last saw
them were waving with corn now lay white and des-
olate, scorched by the rays ofan August sun. Fcnc-
es were torn down-tenemens were toitering to ruin
the skeletons OF old sloops lay bleaching the
shore-even an ancient church yard hard nv turn
ed into desoIste common, and over the whole scene
decay appeared TO reign with melancholy sceptre.-
1t was different once, though that years ago.
But only allude to the place to cali to mind how
fleeing everything is in this world.
About mile back of the village stands an old,
weulher-beaten house, built OF thick hewn logs, and
consisting Of single below, and narrow gar
ret above. 1t now forms the kitchen Of a more mod.
ern structure but the period Of the Revolution and
indeed, until within few years, il stood alone. 1t
is plain old tenement, and stands II, right angles
with The road. Behind it is,or was,a garden stretch
ing down to little swamp, through which runs n
stream Of clear cool water, at which many "A time
right of The house, and modest barn ia front though
time may hsve lcveIled both these long since with
the dust But tha, il neither here nor ,here.-so
will go on with my story.
1t was bright day in early Sumner. when Dung
girl stood at the door Of the house, looking anxously
up the road, as If watching for expected one
The sun was inst sinking behind the forest trees,
pouring his mellow light along the sandy road, and
the dark soubre green Of the melancholy pines
Everything in repose. Scarcely a breath Of air
stirred the leaves-the lowing of cattle heard
fain, (tom aCar--the ripple of the little stream came
pleasantly the car, and the hum of insects growing
every moment more low, died at las, away. Sill
that young girl watched She was beautiful, but il
was the beauty ola high resolve and of proud form
Neither did she, when you looked at her second
time, appear young as she at first seemed. She
perhaps eighteen, she could not be over twenty,
and yet had it not been for air of womanIy dignity
about her, she NIGH. has passed for girl of sixteen
only.
''What can detain him?" at length she said as |
shading her eyes with her hand she gozed nnxiously
from the door.
The words had scarcely been spoken before fig
IRE emerged from the woods up tho road, and with
n glad smile, she was rushing forward pace two
TO meet tho conner, when suddenly she checked her
pace she turned pale death, and scarcely ejac-
ua,ing "The Refugee" she hurried back to the
house.
The cause Of her emotion easily explained By
the character OF her approaching vislter. The Reu.
gees were, ut that day, the hgands of the country.
Takog advantage OF the turmoil of the times, and of
The absence of most oC the male population in the
continental army, committing personal violence upon
females. They were consequently the terror of the
country.
OF these men, David Rowel, as he famil-
nrly called, from the darkness of his Complexion
'Black Davy,' was the most notorious. Sometimes
moving alone, and sometimes accompanied by others,
but always marking his truck with some outrage, he
rad gained for himself no,oriery as wide spread as
was terrible. 1t was the sight Of this individual
which checked the steps Of the young girl. and drove
Ter trembling, to seek refuge in her home
But her fear it seemed, soon vanished, She had
carcey passed her threshold before, as If actuated
" some sudden recollection she hastily turned back
md with unshrnking face, though beating heart,