Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-03-04
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THE HERO WON A N.
BY GEORGE LIPPARD.

In a thick wood, not more than half
amile from the Schuylkill, there stood,
in the time OF the Revolution, quaint
old fabric, built OF mingled logs and
stone, and cncircled by palisaded wall.
II had been erected in the earlier days
of William Penn,-perhaps some years
before the great apostle OF peace first
trod our shores,-as a block-house, in
tended for defence against the Indians.
And now it stood with its many
roofs, its numerous chimneys, its mas
sive square windows, its varied front
Of logs and stone, its cncircling wall,
through which admittance was gained
by a large and stoutly.built gate: it
stood in the midst Of the wood, with
age-worn trees enclosing its reverend
outline on every side. .
i. From its eastern window you might
obtain glimpse ofthe Schuylkill waves,
while large easement in the southern
front commanded view of the wind
ing road, as it sunk out Of view, under
the shade of thickly clustered boughs,
into deep hollow, not more than one
hundred yards from the mansion.
" Here. from the southern easement,
on one Of those balmy summer days
10 which look in upon the dreary autumn,
toward the close of November. a far>
.lner's daughter was gazing, with dila-
ting.eyes and half.clasped hands.
>. Wen might she gaze earnestly to the
south, and listen with painful intensity
for the slightest sound! Her brothers
were away with the army of Washing
ton, and her father grim old veteran
The stood six feet and three inches in
his stockings-who had manifested his
love for the red-coat invaders, in many
a desperate contest, had that morning
left her alone in the old mansion, alone
in this small chamber, in charge Of
someammunition intended for a band
ofbrave farmers, about to join the hosts
offreedom. Even as she stood there,
gazing out of the southern window, a
faint glimpse ofsunllght, from the faded
leaves above, pouring over her mild
face, shaded by clustering brown hair,
there, not ten PAGES from her side, were
seven loaded rifles and keg Of powder.
:, Leaning from the easement, she lis.
tened, with every nerve quivering with
suspense, to the shouts OF combatants,
the hurried tread Of armed men echoing
fromthc south. -.
There was something very beautiful
in that.picture!s The form ofthe young
girl, framed by the square massive win.
dow, the contrast between the rough
timbers, that enclosed her, and that
rounded face the lips parting, the hazel
eye dilating, and the cheek warming
and flushing, with hope and fear; there
was something very beautiful in that
pictufe, a young girl leaning from the
window.of. an, old mansion, with, her
brownahair. q waving in glossy masses
around her, facel w a - ....h'
Suddenly. the shouts to, the south
grew nearer, and then, emerging from
tbe,s deep hollow, there came an old
man, rnnning at full speed. yet, every
fewspaces. turning round 10 fire'the rifle,
which he, loaded as he ran.- He was
pursued Eby q party Of ten or, more
British soldiers, who came rushing on,
ttsirb rbayonets fixed, as if to strike their
victim down, ere he advanced ten pa
ces nearer the house. '..l"
Oh)and on the old man came, while
his daughter, quivering with suspense,
hung leaning from the window;-he