The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1848-03-24

country for which have braved the storm
of many battle. Was it for this have
taken up arms against people struggling
for their lber,yt Was it for this that !
have endured hunger, thirst, cold and
misery! But am prepared to die--I quail
not beneath the glance of death. II will
soon be over--comrades remember my
death will be asenged-I am ready now
--see that | can die like man. Pierre
Lerone scorus and despises his accusers
Comrades, farewell--Morton remember
the Day Of ofRelribu,ion.'
Atthe conclusion oftlis speech, Lerone
and his companions prepared themselves
TO receive the charge. N
Horrid suspense.
Morton stood pale and trembling, with
the still small voice whispering in his ear
Thou art perjured unjust accuser aud
murderer. You have OBJ aimed these mems
death by the bartering of your SOUL
Think Of the fulure-and despair
All was now ready for the fearful work
The word was given, the loud report Of
the fire from the first platoon was heard
and two Of the hapless victims fell man
gled and bleeding upon the soil--and ere
the gloomy vapor had cleared away, the
second was heard vibrating more horribly
through the air. Four men were there
dcad--m ed!--but the form of Pierre
4 stood firm as before untouched by the
deadly fire.
Pierre Lerone was freet
By what mil acie was he savedl Deadly
aim had been taken at his heart by men
who were noted for their certain aim.
The hand of Providence had reserved him
TO avenge the lives of his murdered com
rades. Morton, wild aud bewildered
gazed Upon him as though he was a spirit
sent from the internal world to lead his
soul to the deep caverns of endless tor.
meat. He knew his doom as fixed. He
trem oled as he thought how vain all at
tempts to escape from the chastening ha nd
OF the Almighty would be. He telt as
though he was the vlctinized child OF
Cruel Destiny.
Pierre stood as a man awakened from a
dream, and looked upon those around him
with surprise. Suddenly he started, and
with a Wild shout exclaimed, Il am saved
Thank Heaven, my dead comrades and
my insulted daughter shall be avenged.
So saying he drew from his pocket cad
en- ball, which he marked with his knife
and carefully replaced in his Wallet
Turning to Morton with a bitter sneer
he said, lieutenant, yon have tried to be
revenged upon one who did not deserve
your wrath. Your base conduct has
awakened all the deep fires of hate which
were buried 10 my bosom. You shall feel
my wrath at future day. Farewell, but
remember Pierre and his marked ball.'
Bidding good bye TO his old companions
he monnted horse which stood o ear him
and rode rapid, away He was soon fas
from the British camp, on his way to JON
the American forces at New Jersey.
Pierre LeroDe, our hero, was an Italian
ln bis younger dayshe had danced merr,ly
beneath the luxuaiant vines Of the lovely
valleys OF his native land. Bot poverty,
with her chastemng hand, had fallen heavi.
ly upon him, and misery stalked into his
once happy home and drove the smiles Of
prosperity from hIs door; death robbed
him Of his most valuable treasure, and
best friend. his wife, which loss nearly
bowed him TO the earth. Italy had then
no charms tor him; SO he resolved 10 take
his only child, Frauces, and depart Tor
England. After loug and tedious jour
ney he arrived there forlorn stranger
and detected man. For seven long and
weary years did he toh on in that famous
CITY, the metropolis of the world, Lond on
IN order TO gai0 livelihood fur himself
and child, YET scanty and miserable was
'"r Pierre earned 10y vending
ISIS; day alter do,
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