Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1846-01-22

bles OF music ring from that bTacksmith's
lips, as he went numbering on! ..''s
"ING'y" he shouts, as he drags tn at red
| coated trooper from his steed Mary % he
.Shrieks, as his hammer crashes down, Law
ing that officer in the dust. Look! Aiioth-
er Officer, glittering in tinsel, clasps that
blacksmith by the knee, and begs mercy.
| have o wife-mercy ] have a wife
yonder in England-spare me!
The blacksmith crazed as he is; trembles
there is tear in hiseye.1 s.zi ..a.. y
II would spare you, but there is form
before me--the form of my dead wife -
The form has gone before me all day! She
calls on me to strike ~ h.. 2-.r .-sI ,...
And the hammer fell, and then rang out
that strangewar cry" Mary!"
At last, when the battle was over, he was
found by wagner, who had at least Shout
! dered a cartwhip in his country's service
he was found sitting by the roadside, his
head sunken, his leg broken--thc life blood
well ing from his many wounds.
The wagner would have carried him
from the field, but the stout blacksmith refu-
sed. ~: ..
"You see, neighbour" he said, in that voice
husky with death, ssI never meddled with
the British till they burned my home, till
they"--hec could not speak the outrage,
but his wife, his child, were there before his
eyes-"And now I've but five minutes life
in me. I'd like to give shot at the Brit
ish before die. D'yesee that cherry tree
Dye think you could drag man of my
build up thar? Place me thar; give me a
powder horn, three rife balls an a good rifle i;
that's all ask" 5. 9@ f,'."9 DHr s.''
The wagner granted his request; he
lifted him to the foot of the cherry tree !; he
placed the rifle, the balls, the powder horn in
his grasp. '-''- '''-''' ~ ~
Then whipping his horses through the
narrow pass, from the summit of neigh
boring height, he looked down upon the last
scene of the blacksmilh's life.
There lay the stout man, at the foot of the
cherry tree, his head sunk, his broken leg
hanging over the roadside bank. The blood
was streaming from his wounds--he was
dying. 49,. t....5a, G.. .,,....., IN .
Suddenly he raised his head---a sound
struck On his ears. 4 A party Of British came
rushing along the narrow road, mad with
carnage and thirsting for blood. They pur-
sued a scattered band Of continentals. An
officer led the way, waving them on with his
sword. e. =. -si'.s., ss},y,. "a -1..!t '
The blacksmith loaded his rifle; with
that e. s'bright with death he took the aim
/" That's for Washington ~ he shouted as he
fired. The officer lay ouivering in the road
side dust. On and on came the British,
nearer and nearer to the Cherry tree-the
Continentals swept through the pass. A
gain the blacksmith loaded--again he fired.
That's for mad Anthony Wayne pa he shou-
ted, as another officer bit the sod F..t
The British now Came rushing tos ,,the
cherry tree, determined to cut down the
wounded man, who with his face towards
them, bleeding as he was, dealt death among
their ranks. A ,fair-visaged officer with
golden hair waving in the wind, led them
on. 'a-- "a. .'A
The blacksmith raised his rifle with
that hand stiffening in death he took the
aim-he fred--the young Britain fell with
piercing shrek. -. none. ..
g. And that" cried the blacksmith, in
voice that strengthened into shout, Sand
that's fOr'-- :.' -a ~
His voice was gone! The shrek died on
his white lips. 90 av.
His head sunk--his rife fell. ''e a"
A single word bubbled up with his death
groan. Even now methlnks hear that
word echoing and trembling there among
the rocks of Brandywine. That word was
--Maryt ..s, H.. ..EG... .a., il