The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1854-11-15
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MICHAEL ALLSCOTT.
O1G, THE SHOT IN TIME.
A STORY OF MARIONs MEN.
BY J. W. IRWIN.
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sour fortress is the good green wood,
oat sent the cypress tree;
Wa know the forest round us,
- As seamen know the sea-

Wa know the forest round us,
As ssamen know the sea.'
"Never fear for me, captain!" was the
light and careless reply Of Michal AlIscot,
Ds hesreindd in for a moment his noble stecd
on the banks Of the Black River, few miles
below The spot where Kingstree now stands,
for a parting word with his companion
"Neyer fear for me; fortnight among my
old friends, and will return to our camp in
the green wood safe, sound, and ready for du
y. True, Il is rather an ugly time for a
rebel like myself--as the epaulctted minions
Of King George call me-to venture out oil
eur fastness in the swamp. The craven
hearted tories are swarming through the
country, and that last blow we struck them
at Btack Mingo has by no means appeased
the II rage; but II strong arm, cautious
head and u bold heart, can accomplish aaght,
trust,me to come out safely"
"Mike,I know you too we'll" replied his
comrade in a gay tone, "you are the great
est daredevil in the brigade. Trust you?-
On my fife, would as lief trust calow
gosling 70 make its way in the world without
the sage watchfulness of a mother goose
giveyouup, Mike. to your manifest desti-
ny, and willreport at the camp in due time
that you have been swung up in the usual
styleby the rascally tories"
"Well, be it SO, captain, since you will )"
responded Mike laughing, "but pray God it
be in any other than the usual style. Ihave
exceedingly nice sensibilities, and trust
may not, like poor Calvert, and many others
Of our, comrades be hung upon rough
grape vine. trust. however, to fall into
gentler hands than those of the tories
"Well Nike" responded Captain Conyers,
his commander and friend, al am 10th to lose
SO active lieutenant; but since you will
venture your neck into danger, the fair face
and bright eyes of Dora Singleton defend
you!"'
"Amen!" responded Michael lightly.
"What would not give" he continued
in . grayer tone, "to see the end of this
bloody and harrassing war! Were you ever
in love, captain!" he asked in lighter
tone. ,s,,.
cay, Michel, but the grave is between US
now," answered Conyers, in grave and
saddened tone, while cloud came over his
brow "Two short years Of welded happi-
ness, spent mostly in the privations and hard
ships Of the camp, with brief and stolen in.
terviews with one of the loveliest and best
Of her sex, and l was left alone heartless
hopeless, and comfortIess as now. You have
known me long, Mike; you have lain by my
side in the Bivouac, and gone shoulder to
shoulder with me in the charge, but you lit.
tla know what wasting and consuming
thoughts go with me wherever 60. You
know me too well to doubt my courage or my
honor, yet there have been moments when
Iwould bartefed away all, ay, even the hope
Of my country's Independence-for peace
and the, hlsssings Of my own loved freside
Itisiia psinful,'sy, ittisa heart rending sac,
.ifees % turn. away 81 / have from the do
-mestic hearth, hallowed and endeared By
fend and almost sacred associations, and un
asEgo the, toils,aAd iprivations OF the camp
add endure the pangs OF absence, with the
hope of milking our country free. Got
giant mat those who come after Us MAY
,aiihfully defend that Independencc which Il