The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1847-04-09

~out 'he netu OF Uernant0Wn, and the
meadows Of Brandywine--where are their
monumental pillars, their historians, their
oratorsf
And yet The frosmen Of our Land Of Penn
may stroll ever the green lawn Of German
town, mark tho cannon-rifis on the walls Of
Chew's heuse, hsartbe veteran of the Rev.
olution discourse Of the bloodshsd Of the 4th
Of October, 1777--asd count the mounds
that mark the resting place Of the dead, and
feel his heart lhrob, and his pulse warm, al
though no monumental pillar arises from the
green lawn, no trophied column consecrates
the repose Of the slain.
And VIXEN the taunt falls from the lips Of
The wandersr and adventurer, when the
South sneers and the North derides, then
lot the Pennsylvania remember that though
the Land Of Penn has no history, yet il her
story written on her battle fields Of blood;
that though she has no marble pillars, or
troph;ed columns, yet her monuments are
enduring and sndecaying- they are there
breaking svermore into the sky--her
monuments are her own eternal noun
iaiRs.
Let US 60 to the battle Of Germantown, in
the dread hour Of the retreat, and see how
the children of Penn died with the name of
Freedom on their icy lips, the FIRE Of her
elsm burning in their CLASSY eyes!
Let US 60 there, in the moment when
Washington and his Generals came back
from the fight.
A pause in the din Of battlei The deni-
zens Of Mount Airy and Chestnut Hill came
crowding to tholr doors and windows, the
billy streets were occupied by anxious groups
of people, who conversed in low and whis-
psrsd tones, with hurried gestures, and looks
Of surprise and fear. Yender group who
stand clustered in the roadside! A grey
haired man, with his ear inclined ntently TO-
ward Germantown, his hands outspread, and
his trembling form bent with sgs. The
maiden. fair.chseksd, red-lipped, and bloom.
ing; clad in the peasant costume, the tight
bodice, the linsey skirt, tho light 'kerchief
thrown over her bosom. Her car 10 inclined
toward Germantown, and her small bands
are involuntarily crossed ever Iser bosom, that
heaves and throbs in view.
The matron, calm, selfpossessed, aAd
placid; little children singing to the skirt Of
her dress, her wifely cap flung carelessly on
her head, with hair slightly touched with
grey, while the sleeping babe nsstles in her
bosom.
The boy, with the light Aaxen hair, the
ruddy checks, tho merry blue eye! He
stands silent and motionlsss--he also listens
You staad upon the height Of Noun, Airy,
it is wearing toward noon, go, gaze around
you.
Above, the mist is rising. Here and there
an occasional sun CLEAN lights the rolling
clouds of mist, but the atmosphere wears
a dull, leaden hue, aud the vast horizon 9
look Of solemnity and gloom.
Beneath and around, sweep hill and plain
buck-whsat fields and senbre woods, luxur
ant orchards and fertile valleys, all seen in
the intervals Of tho white columns Of the
uprising mist.
The group clustered along tha roadside O
, Mount Airy are still aad silent. Each Asar
} is full, every ear absorbed in the eiaor
{ Of catching the slightest SQUAD from German
: town.
There is a strange silence upon the air
. A moment ago, and far off shouts broke sl
: the ear, mingled with the thunder of canaon
: and the shrisks Of musquetry; the cart
: seemed 10 trsmble, and far around, the wild
: horizon was ngitatsd BY a thousand echoes
n New the scene is still as midnight. Not
= sound. no, a shout, not distant harrah.-
. The anxioty Of the group upon the hill be
comes absorbing aud painful. Looks o
i wonder, at tha sudden pause in the battle
: fit from face to face, and then low whispsr
u are heard, and then GENES another momen
!, Of fearful suspense. 1t is followed by
! wild, rushing Sound to the South, like tn
1 shreks of the ecean. waves, as they fill tn
n hold of the foundering ship, while it sink
far in the loneliness Of the sens.
! Then pause, and again that unknow
!: sound, and then the tramp ct ten thousan
y footsteps mingled with wild and indis'ine
. murmur. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the air
; filed with tile sound; and thea dlstne
J" voices break upon the air, aad the elatter
: borne upon the breeze.
The boy turns to his mother, and asks he
- who has gained the day! Every heart fee
:, yiyidly that the battle is now over, that tn
!. accoun. Of blood is near its close, that tn
- y appeal TO the God Of battles has been mad
=; The mother turns her fearful eyes to tt
= :, South; she cannot answer the question :
. . The old man, awaking from reverie, turr
. !. suddenly TO tho maiden, and clasps her ar
with his trembling hands.
n His lips move, but his tongue is unable
"a "a SYLLABLE sound. His suspense is iearfu
~ :, He filings trembling hand southward, ar
,,' nf speaks bis question with the gesture OF ag
" The ba,lle--the ba,tle--hew goes the battle
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