Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-01-06
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lip, told that the gallant Montgomery had
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.Fallenat the theadof his men, covered
| with wounds; the noble heart that beat So
high an hour ago was now cold as the win,
ter spow, onysfich his form waslaid..
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Leaving AfnoId ioF ] q iisofnss a ifs
first barrier of Quebec, let trac1 ails loot
|steps Of his brother hero. Il
Do you behold th at massive rockS which
arises from the dark river into the sdafkeis
lsky? Along that rock Of Cape Diamond
while the st. Lawrence dashing the iee I'll
huge masses against its base, along that
rock, over,a path that leads beneath SHELF
of granite, with but room for the foot ofa,
single man, Richard Montgomery leads his
band. 81
Steadily, silently, my comrades! Not a
word--let US climb this narrow path. Take
care; a misplaced footstep, and you will be
hurled down upon the ice of the dark river.
Up, my men, and on! :Yonder it is at last,
the block-house, and beyond il, at the dis.
tonce Of two hundred PAGES, the battery.
dark with cannon. ..,
With words like these, Montgomery led
on hisfmen. The terrible path was ascend,
ed. He stood before the block-house. Now,
comrades! How that:rife blaze flashes far
over the rocks down to the St. Lawrence!l
An axe! an axe! by all that is brave! He
seizes the axe and the brave Montgomery,
with his own'' arm he hews the palisades.
The sway is clear for his men. A+charge
with blazing rifles, a shout, the block-house
| is won. -..----s.---~----
Talk ofyour British bayonets-hai hal
Where didthey ever stand the blaze of A :
merican rifles? Where? Oh, perfumed
gentlemen, who, in gaudy uniforms strut
Chestnut street-talk to me of your charg E
ofbayonets, and your rules. Of. discipline,
and your system Of tactics, and will reply
by a single word Zone American ,fiAeinan,
in. his rude hunting shirt was Wortha thou.
1sand such as you. Who ckedfhecharge
ofsbayonets onsB Bunker Fiji? wv He eapt6Es
ed Burguoine? Who-at Brandywine, Kept
back all the panoply of British arms from
morning till night? The Riflemen!
One shout, the block-house is won. Now
on toward the battery-load and advance!
Montgomery still in the front. With O
/; yell, the British behold them approach;
they flee from their cannon. Montgome-
ry mounts the walls of rocks and iron; his
sword CLEANS on high, like beacon for his
men. At this moment, hush your breath
and look! While Montgomery clings tc
the rocks ofthe battery, a single British
soldier turns from his flight, and fires one
I of those grim cannon, and then is gone
again.
A blaze upon the right, smoke, cho
rus of groans! IS
} Montgomery lays mangled upon the rock
while around him are scattered four othe
corses. Their blood mingles in one stream
! A rude rifeman advanced, bends down
and looks upon that form, quivering for al
instant only, and then cold, Upon tina
> face torn and mangled, as with the prin
, Of horse's hoog that face, but a moment
before glowing with heroes soul. Ht
] looks for moment, and then, with paDi'
in his face, turns to his comrades.
f "Montgomery is deadp' he shrieks, an
$ with one accord they retreat-they fl
: from that fatal rock.
: But one form fingers. It is that boyisl
f form, graceful almost TO womanly beauty
with the brow Of genius, the eye Of eagle
That boy ran away from college, boz
It Washington's commands 800 miles, an
Q now - covered with the blood Of the fight
9 stands besides the mangled body Of Mon
. gomery, his dark eye wet with tears. j
Y that form behold the man who was almo
!. President Of the United States and Emp
" ror Of Mexico---the enigma Of our histor;
le| AARON Burn.
They are gone. Montgomery istleft
s. lone, with no friend to compose those liml
% or close those glorious eyes. And at tn
It. moment, while the snow falls over his fac
of while the warm blood Of his heart pou
out upon the rock, yonder in his far-t
nd home, his young wife kneels by her be
h, and prays God to hasten his return!
On He died in the flush of heroism, in 4
es prime Of early manhood, leaving his cou
try the rich legacy Of his fame, leaving
ri blood upon the rock of Quebec.
o, The day is coming when the army
= Free Canadians will encamp on the We
in rock, their rifles pointed at the British b
H terry, their Republican flag waving in t
on forlorn hope against the British sbannt
rs Then, perhaps, some true American hes
al will wash out the blood of Montgons
It's from the rock ofQuebec, I'll
ay -------- .
1y Arnold stood upon the first barrierwh
ne his heart throbbed at the story Of Montgo
nd ery's fate
Then that expression Of desperate
ng which few men could look upon withe
to fear, came over Arnold's face. Now 10
his at him, as with his form swelling with b