Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-12-04

THE HERO WOMAN.
BIZ GEORGE LIPPARD.

BIZ GEORGE LIPPARD.
In the shadow of the Wissahicon woods,
not more than half a mile from the Schuyl-
kill. there stood, in the timo of the Revo-
luton, quaint old fabric, built Of mingled
logs and stone, and encircled by palissade
wall. II had been erected in the earlier
days of William Penn perhaps some years
before the great apostle of peace first trod
our shores, as blodk house, intended as
a defence against the Indians
And now it stood with its many roofs,
its numerous chimneys, its massive square
windows, its vailed front of logs and stone,
its encircling wall, through which admit
tance was gained by a large and stoutly
built gate; it stood in the midst of the wood
with age-worn trees enclosing its veteran
outline on every side.
From its western window you could OBJ
tain glimpse of the Schuylkill waves,
while large easement in the southern front
commanded view of the winding road, as
it sunk out Of view, under the shade of
thickly clustered boughs, into a deep hol-
low not more than one hundred yards from
the mansion.
Here, from the southern easement, on
one of those balmy summer days, which
look upon the dreary autumn, toward the
close of November, a farmers daughter was
gazing with dila.ing- eyes and half clasped
hands.
Well might she gaze earnestly to the
south, and listen with painful intensity for
the slightest sound Her brothers were
away with the army of Washington, and
her father, grim old veteran--he stood
six feet and three inches in his stockings
who had maifested his love for tht red
coat invaders in many desperate encoun-
ter had that morning left her alone in the
old mansion, alone in this small chamber,
in charge Of some ammunition intended for
a band of brave farmers, about to join the
hosts offreedom. Even rs she stood there
gazing out of the southern whffow, a faint
glimpse of sunlight from the "a led leaves
a oye pour over her milaaace, shaded by
clusteing brown hair, there, not ten PAGES
from her side. were sewn loaded rifles and
y keg of powder.
Leaning from the easement she listened
with every nerve quiyering with suspense
to the shots of combatants, the hurried
tre ad of armed men coming from the
south.
There was somethig very beautiful in
that picturol The form of the young girl,
framed by the square, massive window,
that contrast between the rough timbers
that enclosed he. and that rounded face.
the lip parting, the hazel eye dilating,
and I Aeek warming and flushing with
hop fear; there was something very
beau -iinl in that picture-a young girl
leaning from the window of al old man
sion. with hor brown hair waving il glossy
masses around her face.
Suddenly the shouts Of the south grew
nearer, and then, emerging from the deep
hollow, there came an old man, running
at full speed yet every few PAGES turning
round TO fire his rifle, which he loaded as
he ran. He was pursued by a party Of
ten or more British soldiers who came
rnshing on, their bayonets fixed, as if to
strike their victim down ere he advanced
ten PAGES nearer to the house.
On and on the old man came, while his
daughter quivering with suspense, hung
leaning from the window. He Is surroun-
ded-ther muskets are leveled at his head
he is down, down at their feet, grappel-
ing for his life.--But look again. He
dashes his foe aside, with one bold move
ment he springs through the gate; an in
slant, and it is locked; the British soldiers
mad with rage; gaze upon the high wall Of
wood and ston, and vent their anger In
drunken curses.
Now look to yonder wndowL-Whcre the
young girl stood moment ago, quivering
with suspense, rs she 6eheld her father
struggling for his life, now stands the old
man himself, his brow barred, his arm
grasping the rife, while his gray hairs wave
back from his wrinkled and blood dabbled
face! That WAS fine picture OF an old vet
eran, nerved for his last fl ght-a stout war
rior, preparing for his death struggle.
Death struggle? Yes, for the old man,
Isaac Wampols had dealt too many hard
blows among the British soldiers. tricked,
foiled, and cheated t.em too often to escap
now! A few moments longer, and they
would be reinforced by strong party of
refugees, the powder, the arms, in the old