Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-23

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L. isthe blacksmith's form AMI the war
cry that he shouts l. it mad cry of
vengeance half how. half hurrah. Is
it but fierce yell, breaking up from his
heaving che>t2
All no all mol
1t is the name of-MARYi It is the
name Of his young wife
Oh. Mary sweetest name Of woman
name So soft. SO rippling. So musical
name of the Mother of Jesus. made holy
by poetry and religion-how strangely d id
the syllables of music RUG out from tina,
blacksmith's lips, as he went numbering
on2
Mary y he shouts. as he drags that
red coated trooper fram his steed & Ma
ry y he shrieks. as his hammer crashes
down. laying that officer IN the dust
Look Another officer glittering in tinsel
clasps that blacksmith by the knees, and
begs mercy
have wife-mercy have a wife
yonder III En.iand-spare me !"
The blacksmith. crazed as he is. trem
bles-there is tear in,his eye.
+" would spare you. bnt there is a form
before me-the form of my dead wife !
That form has gore before me all day !
She calls on me to strike y
Aud the hammer fell and then rang out
that strange war cry Mary y
At last wle:i the battle was over he
was found by waggoner. who had at least
shouldered cart whip in his cnuntry'S
service-he was found sitting by the road
side. his head sunken. his leg br"ken-the
life blood wellins from his many wounds
The wagsoner would have carried him
frnm the field but the stuut blacksmith
refu cd
voice husky with death. Il never med
died with the British till they burned my
home. till they he could not speak the
outrage, but his wife, his child were there
before his dying eyes and now I've but
five minutes life in me I'd like to give a
shot at the British afore | die Dye
see that cherry tree7 ID ye think you
could ,irag man of my build up thar2
Place me thar; give Ine a pnwderh horn,
three balls and good rife that's all |
ak
The waggoner granted his request; he
lifted him to the foot of the cherry tree
he placed the rifle. the balls, the powder
horn in his grasp.
Then whipping his horse through the
narrow pass. from the summit of neigh
ring height. lie looked down upon the
last scene of the blaeksmtrs life
There lay the stout man at the foot of
the cherry tree bis head sunk his broken
leg hanging over the roadside bank The
blood was streaming from his wounds
he was dying
Suddenly he raised his head sound
struck Oh his ears a party of British
came rushing along the narrow road mad
with Ca rnage and t!,ir> ting for blood =
They pursued IA scattered band of Com
tinentais. An officer led the way, waving
them on with his sword
The blacksmith, s.,aded his rife with
that eye bright with death he took the aim
That's for Washington !" lie shouted as
he ired The officer lay qaiveriug in the
roadside dust Ul and on came the Brit
i>h. nearer and nearer tn the cherry tree.
the Cnntine,rtals swept through the pass
Again the blacksmith lpaded--agaiu he
fired That's for Mad Antony Wayne ~
he shouted. as another officer bit the sod
The British now came rushing tn the
cherry tree. determined 10 cut down the
wounded man. who with his face towards
them, bleeding IS he was. dealt death
am ing their ranks \ fair visaged officer,
with golden hair waving in the wind, led
them on
The blacksmith raised his rife with
that hand stffnng in death, he took
the im--he fired i--the young Britain fell
with sudden shrek
= Aud that cried the blacksmith. in a
Voice that strengthened into shout, : and
His voice was gone the shrek died on
his white lips
His head sunk--his rifle fell
A single word bnbble'l up from his
death groan Even now me thinks hear
that wurd. echoing and trembling there
among the rocks of dywine. That
word was--MARY.
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