The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1847-06-11
EDIiI1 NAlsIsI-N.
A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

ed to Croton,) Point on a beautifu
little knoll, stood in the time of Tn,
revolutions, neat and pretty, Go
those days 1T was very pretty) Amer
lean arm-housc, which was inhabi
ted by an old native whom we shall
call Adam Warren, lis better moi
ty,' and two lovely daughters, jus
budding into womanhood. From tn,
piazza of the house TIE view of tn,
surrounding country was beautiful
/ The majestic Hudson, a short dis
lance from the doorway, the High,
lands and the tall trees with THEN
rich foliage made scene almost en-,
chanting, The quiet and peace o.
the good old farmers were not dis
turbcd in those days, by the noise
Of steamboats, and other river crafts
holy calm pervaded all around,
and nature seemed fairly intoxicated
with her own loveliness.
Close by the kitchen door Of the
farm house, was a well, which was
said to be over a hundred feet deep,
at the bottom of which old gossips
shrewdly limited dots of gold' was
buried to prevent its getting into the
hands Of the British and HeSsians.
Adam Warren's house was two sto-
ries high, very large and commodi-
Gus, with plenty of room for his fam
lily, and more to spare for company
In those days painters and carpcn-
tiers were not SO plenty as they are
now, you probably know, gentle rea-
der, and therefore Adam Warren
was prevented from having the cx-
ternal appearance of his house look
ing just as he wanted it--lor he was
a man Of good taste, and rather up
per ten thousandiSh in his views. 1t
was the close Of the last day of sum
mcr of 1888, that our story COM
menceS. 1t had been a lovely day.
and the departing rays Of the sun
shed rich !uStre on the surround
ing scenery, which made it more
picturesque and beautiful than ever.
Adam had just finished his supper,
when the news arrived that an init
mate friend of lis had fallen from a
tree, broken both his legs, and was
not expected to survive. 1t was a
distance Of or"r I'm mil"c. ood o.
though Adam had been hard 60 work
all day in the field, he resolved II
set off Immediately After SEEING
that every thing was safe and secure
in the house, for Adam Warren was
a man pretty well to DO in the world,
he had Black Bess' saddlcd for the
ride. He had frequently gone away
and left his family alone before, al
though those were dangerous times
to do so, and as they had never been
molestcd he felt no fear this time, as
they seemed perfectly willing TO stay
alone, and eXcrteA themselves CON
SldrrabIy TO get nun on.
Mind, Martha, keep the house
wei! fastened said Adam to his wife.
as he mounted his horse. Il have
the rifles well loaded in the garrett,
and you will find plenty Of powder
and shot in the iron chcs, if you
want it. will be back by ten to.
morrow, good bye and as he said
this, he dashed his spurs into his
horses sides, and was soon out Of
the lane in the road. His wife and
daughter watched him from the pi-
azza until he was out of sight, and
the noise Of his horses hoofs had
died away.
'The Hessians will have TO be
pretty cute to get our new hats this
time won't they, Eliza?' said Mrs.
Warren to her eldest daughter, as
they were seated around the sewing
table in the evening.
Indecd they WILL was the reply.
'llow is that?' asked Edith, the
youngest, who was very busily en-
gagged in sewing something similar
to patchwork.
Why, mother has buried them ?
said Eliza.
Buried them? that's quite Joke,
ha! ha! ha! you don't mean it?
asked Edith, laughing until the tears
started in her beautiful blue eyes.
q do mean it, and what's more, |
mean that no one will know where
they are but ourselves replied Eli
"a.
Il think myself it's famous idea
said Mrs. Warren-'people bury
money; why cannot VIC bury our
hats? p
'Harkn exclaimed Eliza, sudden
ly starting up, Il thought heard a
voice under the windowp
Immediately all were silent as
death.--Edith dropped her work,
and Mrs. Warren followed her ex-
ample. They were still as possible
for at least ten minutes, but not a
sound was audible. 'Oh, pshaw,
she's trying to frighten us!' cxclaim-
ed Edith, tired with listening.
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