Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-06-09

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D side by side. 81 IS
ID There were thankful hearts by the hearth
side of the Ashtonsthat night Mary, nov
u that the awful crisis had gone.by, and be
:. o'er.burdened heart could conhue Its feel
n ings, wept; and wept as much for ioy d
grief; and the mother too, though pale an,
: careworn, betrayed smile oEs5nwardhap
:, piness, by the light that shone tiirouM he
r gathering grateful tears, as her eye resteee
: on her son which Heaven had spared t.
!, her. his h9aea q sesssase OF Saox--,,
Z IblessQng in the midst of sofrow al hoagl
ffaxars Aaarn and slightly wounded, he stil
/ Seemed the perfection Of manhood. and the
embodiment of the greatness and goodness
of our nature.
'sYou have not told US, brother,'' sale
Mary, after brief pause in their. conver.
sation, show you received that dreadful
wound upon your head; we are anxious to
hear all that has befallen you, that we may
better feel our Indebtedness to Heaven. for
your preservation"
''lt was by a miracle, as it were,'' he re-
} piled, ''that escaped death at the time
received this But kind Providence found
means for my preservation. 1t was near
the close of the contest; the American
forces began to yield from the overpowering
odds. | was in the advance ranks of our
army, and doing my best to cut my wav
through the redcoats, when young officer
of large frame and sturdy arm, shed to-
ward me, and, ere could prepare to de-
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ed sword, slightly stunning, and sending
me reeling to the ground. Taking ad.
vantage of my helplessness, he pursued
me, placed his foot on my breast, CRYING
''die, wretch!'' at the same time raising his
sword to pin me to the earth; gave up all
hope, not having recovered strength sufi-
cient to defend myself. His cleaning
weapon was just ready to fall and pierce
my heart, when, as the exclamation escap-
ed his lips, tellow-officer, as was satisi-
ed from his dress and accoutrements. dash
ed forward and with one tremendous blow
of his sword, sent that of my antagonist
in fragments high in the air! "Wretch!,'
cried he, s'would you murder him? Heav.
en- would curse you for the deed.'' sTbe
devil is it you?'' exclaimed the other as
he recovered from his surprise, 81 thought
myself in the clutches of some enormous
backwoodsman, and expected to feel some
rusty old pruning iron tickling my heart
strings ere this" +" WhN passed after tbis.''
continued young Ashton, 81 know not; a.
faintness came over me, and l heard and
saw no more. Who my preserver was or
what became Of him, know not; but NAV
God bless him, where'er he ISL
"Thank Heaven!" cried Mary, falling
upon her brothers. neck in an extasy of e.
motion. 81 can explain all; your preserv-
er is the same to whom you owe the exist
ence of your home, and perhaps of your
mother and sister! I forgot to mention to
you little circumstance which occurred
Just as he left us. | took this miniature
from my bosom, saying it was that of an
only brother, and imploring him, if he saw
you in danger, to assist and defend YOU.
This will explain all, and may God bless
him if he still lives!''
The night passed and the morrow came.
Mary had thought much, and even dream
ed OF the young Briton. She expected a |
visit from him soon! but the morning wore
away, and her heart began to bode some
thing of evil. He might have fallen
victim to his daring in protecting her broth
er-or he might have forgotten the ex-
pressions of the preceding day. Ifhe had,
her woman's had not. Towards night,
Pedro, the servant, returned from Boston.
whittier she had sent him, with intelligence
that young Hervey, had been arrested on
suspicion of disloyalty, and imprisoned!
did you see where they put him?"
asked Mary of the servant; s'could you
findthe street, the building where he is i'm
prisoned?'' -
eyes, Misse," answered the faithful
black' "me can put finger on de berry
bolt dat keep him dere, and me want to try
its strength berry much.''
1t came, the deep still hour of midnight,
for the arrival of which, Mary had long
and impatiently waited. There was a low,
measured dipping Of oars in the still waters
or the Charles, as a Hight boat glided over
Its bosom, in which Sat two forms, appa-
.rently those of men.
!. "Sottly, Pedro.n. said a low, musical
voice IN tone scarce above a whisper,
winch came from the one at the helm, sswe
snail attract the notice of the sentinels upon
those ships of war yonder! Softly! I will
run the boat between those two which are
farthestapart. May Heaven help us!''
"Massa Georges clothes fit you nice,
Misse," said the black, as the two hurried
nolselessly along the streets where all was
silent save when the occasional tramp of
some distant watchman echoed along the
streets, at which sound the two would seek
the deep covert of some impenetrable shade
or the deep, loud pealing of the clocks
from the towering steeples, that told the
solemn hour of night.
"Hush! Pedro, hush!'' returned the 9TH
er. "some lurking fiend will overhear
you, and we shall be defeated if not lost
forever"
"This's de place here's de e'door msse!"
whispered the negro, as they paused at the
low entrance Of a long dark stone building
near the water, in the very heart of the
British quarters.
'sYou are sure this is the placr, are you,
Pedro?''
s'Sure's Pm living, misse!" @
Mary looked cautiously around, and sat-
isfied himself that,no guard was Stationed at
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