Thibodaux minerva. [volume] (Thibodaux, La.) 18??-1858, 1854-11-25
An Incident of the Revolution.

The want of provisions in the camp OF
burgoyne, just previous to his capture-by
the Americans, began to be severely felt
the Americans had seized their last supply
which some boats contained all resolt to
the country lying round, where tory friends
were to be found, was totally cut off. The
prosecuting Americans had fenced them in
as with wall of vengeance, which could
not be passed; famine had commenced its
unnerlng power, sickness was multiplied
among the soldiery, fever, attended with its
dellrlums, raved from couch to couch.
| Water, water was the incessant cry. And
although the Hudson on one side of the
camp poured along its silent waters, and the
| rapid stream of Fish Creek roared sweetly
In the ears of the sick and responding forces,
yet 1t was impossible to snatch drop from
those dreadfully guarded waters: hundred
bullets were sure 10 pierce whoever made
the attempt, soon as they stopped to touch
the silver current. But such were the
cries for water, by the sick and dying, that
their women, moved by pity, were made
superior to the dreadful cries magining
that the Americans would not, from feel
lngs OF gallantry, shoot female,) snatched
hastily their pals, and ran to the shores to
try what the event might be. Their
opinion OF the enemy, as it proved, with
respect to their persons, was correctly
formed, but their pals were doomed to a
harder fate, for while they could not find it
In their hearts to spill the blood of defence
less females, they were sure to riddle theiI
pals as they hung from their hands, so that
little or no water could be procured.
In this dilemma, faithful wife, who had
lett her native country for love of her
husband, who was one of the unfortunate
Hessians sold by his Government to the
King OF England at certain sum ahead, to
fight in cause, the merits of which he
knew nothing; this woman, as she moved
from couch to couch, listening 10 the means
of the sick for water, suddenly resolved; al
will try, perhaps may succeed to bring
little" Her husband tried to dissuade her,
but she persisted, her sympathies were
strong, for as kind and comforting angel
she made it her business to hover over the
diseased and wounded of her countrymen
THE Hessians) all the while she had been in
the army. She sprang along the adven-
turous path that led to the dreaded shore,
her husband following close as far as he
dared; already she stood at the brink in full
view of the guns on the other side tor a
moment she cast an imploring glance that
way, and then to heaven for protection; her
right hand had dashed the vessel deep into
the waters; a struggle to clear the open
shore and reach the deeply shaded bank,
had marked her agitated demeanor, when a
ball, aimed at her pail, struck, as she had
stopped over the vessel too low, her angel
bosom; the blood spouted and dyed the
ground before her quivering frame fell
crimsoned in the gore of her faithful heart
Her husband, who had waited but short
distance for her return, had not moved his
constant eye from his all of earth, while
within his soul vibrated between the vast
extremes Of hope and despair, her screech
struck his ear, her reeling frameshowed
him that the shaft of death had cleft her
heart asunder. She had but touched the
ground where she fell when his arms
enclosed her, dyed in spouting blood from
her bosom frantic with grief, he dreaded
not the fash of the deadly rifle, but bore her
to the camp struggling in the pang Of dis
solution while he impressed on her fading
forehead the last kiss Of fervent affection.
The grief of this man was respected; not
a gun moved its trigger; hushed were the
volleys of the sympathizing, yet brave
Vermonters her pail, and not her person.
had been the aim of the distressed marks
man, the Green mountaineeF.