The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1846-08-07
VOL. VINO. 6.

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my eye on ye when we listed month
ago, and told Colonel De Lancey
what | believed ye was. Not roy
al refugee, but a rebel scoundrel. /
was right, rogue, eh?'
yes, you was right as to my en-
listing.-As to being rebel scoun-
drel, why there is an ofset-yon are
royal knave and a blood thirsty
villain. All the information | want
ed to send to the great Washington
he has got before this--so hang away!
But should like five minutes COM
munication with my God first, if you
have the manliness to grant it,
Astonished as Cunningham was by
the boldncss of the mans speech, he
knew full well that lie himself was
detcsted by the English soldiery for
his tyranny, and that a refusal of
such request to man on the point
of execution would only make him
still more odious among them. With
an i'll grace he said
pray, rascal, pray! I don't won
, der that knave like you fears death.
A man that betrays his king, bctrays
his God !; and it is full time that you
make peace with him.-Three min
utes, rascal three minutes That's
all the time you have from me. Go
on your knees at once, then. Sam
, bo, have the halter ready. Three
, minutes only
=; The negro had placed the lantern
on the ground directly under the
/ gallows. Its faint light cleaned up
r ward, showing in dim outline the
k galIows frame, and partially lighting
4 the faces and forms of the soldiers
e. grouped, with their muskets to an
order, in a semicirclc around the
4 scene of execution.
o The prisoner bent down, resting
= his knees upon the earth thrown up
@ around the new made grave. He
o had no hope Of escape; and as he
e looked upwards towards the hca-
: vens, although all was black with
+ night, yet his eye pierced through
the gloom, and he saw in the future
redemption for the past. The quiv-
= ering Of his lip showed his sincerity /;
y he was prepared to die. Of a sud-
Il den he bent his head. All! his pray
% err was heard-rescue was at hand.
d His lile-oh, glorious thought-was
J. not to setin blood through the hands
" Of man
e. 'Harry' said a voice, in whis-
n, per, proceeding from the grave
ie where the prisoner had seen dead
% body tossed, but few moments be-
" fore make no alarm. IT'S /, your
If comradc, Dick Martin of Washing
toms Life Guard, come to save you.
,e Make some excuse to turn your back
,s towards the hole where l have hid
d den myself, and | will cut the rope
n. by which your hands are tied
When this is done, and you hear me
f. groan, kick over the lantern and
m make for the east corner of the grave
yard! | will follow.-Things are
q ready for our escape. Remember
Or make no Alarm.
IN The prisoner felt as if he had won
G. empires upon empires. His life was
IN safe!
&c Come, rogue, your three minutes
m are up-Sambo, the rope there I! you
ct pattern Of Guinea beauty
G. The prisoner, without rising from
Of his knees, turned round so that he
vc faced the lantern, his back towards
r the grave. The negro advanced
a with the halter, to place it round his
nc neck. The scene was striking. In
or the foreground stood the soldiers,
gazing with no very pleasant emo
% tions, by the dim light upon the poor
its prisoner. Cunningham was in the
at centre, his brutal and harsh features
he lighted up with the expression al
lis most Of devil, preparatory to seiz-
ing his victim. Scoundrel, you had
n no victim that time.-Just as the ne.
Nc, gro got within arms length of the
no prisoner, the latter felt the thong
n, cut which bound his arms. He was
,ot free
mt But why starts the black, his eyes
protruding from their sockets as il
ch death was before him? The halter
dy drops from his hands; he is paraly.
nd zed with fear. Slowly from the
he grave rises the dead body of the sol.
n der he had himself rolled into it
q Cor mighty, the dead are riz!
Q of said the negro, solemnly.
We Cunningham beheld the sight, ant
he so did the soldiers. The vision wa.
as so awful--so apparently contrary t
m human reason-that with one accord
.as az, fed, excepting the negro and thu
prisoner. The former rolled on thu
on ground, cxclaiming-
his spar me, massa ghost! spar me
Up dis time, nebber hang anoder SO
,od ier' and he rolled over the graves