The true Democrat., 1854-10-25
An Incident of the Revolution.

me want Of provisions in the camp of Bur- goyne, just previous to his capture by the Ame- ncans, began to be severely felt; the Americans nad selzed their last supply, which some boats contained; all resort to the country lying round, where tory friends were to be found, was total !y cut off, The prosecuting Americans had fenced them in as with wall of vengeance, winch could not be passed famine had com- menced Its unnerving power, sickness was mul- uplled among the soldiery, fever attended with It's delrlums, raved from couch to couch. Wa ter, 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 it was impossi- ble to snatch drop from these dreadfullv guard ed waters; hundred bullets were sure to pierce whoever made the attempt soon as they stoop- ed to touch the silver current. But such were the cries of water, by the sick and dying, that their women, moved by pity, were made supe. rlor to the dreadful crisis, Gmagining that the Americans would not from feelings of gallantry shoot female,) snatched hastily their pails 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 cor rectly formed, but their pails were doomed to a harder fate, for while they could not find it in their hearts to spill the blood of defenceless fe- males, they were sure to riddle their pais as they hung from their hands, so that little or no water could be produced.
 In this dilemma, faithful wife, who had left her native country for love of her husband, who was one of the unfortunate Hessians sold by hls government to the King of England at a certain sum head to fight in cause the mer- Its of which he knew nothing; this woman, as she moved from couch to couch, listening to the moans of the sick for water, suddenly re- solved; will try, perhaps I may succeed to brlng 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 adventurous path that led to the dreaded shore, her husband following close as far as he dare; already she stood at the brink ln full view of the guns on the other side for moment she cast an imploring glance that way, and then to heaven for projections; her right hand had dashed the vessel deep into the waters; struggle to clear the open shore, and reach the deeply-shaded bank, had marked her agltated demeanor, when 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 dis tance for her return, had not moved his constant eye from his all of earth, while within his soul vlorated between the vast extremes of hope and despair, her screech struck his ear-her reeline frame showed him that the shaft of death had cleft her heart asunder She had but touched the ground where she fell, when his arms en- closed her, dyed in spouting blood from her bo- som; frantic with grief, he dreaded not the flash of the deadly rifle, but bore her to the camp, struggling in the bangs of dissolution, while he impressed on her fading forehead, the last kiss of fervent affection.
 The griefof this man was respected, not gun moved its trigger hushed were the volleys Of the sympathizing, yet brave Vermonters; her pail, and not her person, had been the aim ot the distressed marksman, the green moun- taineer