The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1847-11-24
From the Philadelph ia Saturday Courier.
Arnold in Virginia.
LEGEND OF THE REVOLUTION.
BY GEORGE LIPPARD.
BY GEORGE LIPPARD.


"He was rash, high tempered man,
ga beaver to work and wildcat to fight |!
Hot-temper'd as old Satin, but mind tell zee,
his heart was in the right place. l rec'lect
one day, we brought to halt on the banks Of
river. Our provisions were gone. There
wernt morsel left. Zen the dogs an sar-
pints had run out. Our men set about in
squads, talkin the matter over. We were
the worst starved men that had ever been
seen in them parts. Wall, in the midst of it
all, Arnold calls me aside-I see his face yit,
with an eye like one of them fre-coals. See
he, Btayinin, you're a little older than the rest
of as take this crust! And he gave me a
bit of bread that he took from the breast of
his coat. Yes, the Colonel sufferin' himself
for bread-gave me the last he had, out of his
own mouth p
The old man brushed his eyes with the
back of his hand. The traveller seemed
asleep, for his head had fallen on his breast,
while his elbows rested on his knees. The
hunter, however, continued his story:
"Then you should a-seen him, at the
stormin' O. Quebec! Laws help us! Why,
even when his leg was broke, he cheered his
men, and fought sword in hand, until he fell
in puddle of his own blood! tell you
thrt Arnold was born devil to fight -
"You said you were captured by the In
dians:" hastily interrupted the stranger, keep
ing his face within the folds of his cloak.
81 carried Arnold from the Rock at Que
Bee, and was with him, when the Americans
were retreating toward Lake Champlain.-
One night, wandering on the shore, the red
skins came upon me-but it's long story.
You seem to be from civilized parts, stranger.
Can you tell me, what's become Of Benedict
Arnold! Is he alives'
"He isl sullenly responded the traveller.
cat the head of the heap, too, I'll be bound !!
A Continental to the back bones Hey?-
Next to Washington himself?'
The traveller was silent.
MAYBE, stranger, you can tell me some
thin about the war! You seem to come from
the big citiesi What's been doin' lately :
The Continental Congress, still in operation ;
did heer, while cap-tiue among the Ingins.
that our folks had cut loose altogether from
King George!"
The strange gentleman did not answer
His face still shrouded in his cloak, he folded
his arms over his knees, while the old man
gazed upon him, with look of some interest.
$50 YOU knew Benedict Arnold ;" deep
hoarse voice echoed from the folds of the
cloak.
"That did I! And drawer man never
"He was braves Was he p
Like his iron sword, his character was
full of dents and notches, but his heart was
always true. and his hand struck home, in the
hour of battle!"
"The soldiers liked him?'
"Keether, so You should have seen 'em
follow his voice and eye on the ramparts of
Quebec! They fairly worshipped him
do you think he loved his country:"
"Do l think don't think about i'll
k,aoao it But you don't seem well-ehs-
Got chill? You tremble so. Wait a mo-
ment, and I'll put more wood on the fire."
The stranger rose. Still keeping his cloak
about his neck and face, he moved toward the
narrow door.
~ must go!" he said in that hoarse voice,
which for some unknown reason, struck on
the old mans ear with peculiar sound.
"Gos On SIGH night as this , 1t faint
possible!"
Il must go! You can tell me the best
path from this accursed swamp, and will
leave without moments delay"
The old man was conscious that no per-
suasion on his part could change the iron re.
solve of the strangers tone.
In a moment, standing in the door, light
ed pine knot in his hand, he gazed upon the
sight, revealed by its glare-that cloaked
figure, mounted on the dark steed, who with
name and tail waving to the gust neck arched
and eye rolling, stood ready for the march.