Bedford inquirer and chronicle. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1854-1857, 1856-07-11

blown backwards as from the suddenly burst
head of steam boiler. Staggering away
! with snapped spine, he muttered some
! thing about its being beneath his dignity to
handy forth words with low lived rebel.
'Come, Col. Allen, said mild looking
man, in sort of clerical undress, respect
the day better than to talk thus of what lies
beyond. Were you to die this hour, or
what is more probable, be hung next week
at Tower wharf, you know not what might
become of YOURSELF
Reverend SIR said Allen, with mock
ing bow, swhon no better employed than
bralding my beard, have dabbled little
in your theologies. And lat me tell you,
reverend SIR lowering anS intcnsifying his
voice, 'that as to the world of spirits Of
which you hint, though / know nothing Of
the mode or manner of that world more
than you do, yet | expect, when / arrive
there, to be treated as any other gentleman
of my merit, That is to say, far better
than you British know how to treat an hon.
est man and meek hearted christian cap
tured in honorable war, by -. Every
one tells me, as yourself just told me, as
crossing the sea, every billow dinned in my
ear, that /, Ethan Allen, am to be hung
like thief. If l am, the Great Jehovah
and the Continental Congress shall ayenge
me, while l., for my part, will show you,
even on the tree, how christian gentleman
can die. Meantime, sir, if you arc the cler-
gyman you look, act your consolatory func-
ton BY getting an unfortunate christian gen
tleman, about to die, glass of punch.
The good natured stranger, not to have
his religious courtesy appealed to in vain,
Immediately dispatched his servant, who
stood by, to procure the beverage.
At this juncture, faint rustling sound
as if the advancing of an army with ban
ners, was heard. Silks, scarfs and ribbons
futtered in the background. Presently a
bright squadron of bright ladies drew nigh,
escorted by certain out riding gallants of
Falmouth.
'Ah,' said a strange voice, swhat strange
sash, and furred vest, and what leopard like
seeth, aud what laxencd hair, but all mill
dewed; is that hep
sYcs it is, lovely charmcr,' said Allen,
like an Ottoman, bowing over his broad bo-
vine, and breathing the words out like a
lutc; 'it is he-Ethan Allen, The soldier;
now, since ladies' visit him, made trebly a
captive
why, he talks like beau in the parlor
this wild mossed American from the wood
sighed another fair lady to her mate; but
can this be lie We came to see? must have
a lock Of his hair
1T is he, adorable Delilah; aud fear not,
tho excited by the foe, BY clipping my lock
10 dwindle my strength. Give me your
sword, man. turning to an oficcr-'ah, I'm
fo;tered. Clip it yourself, lady
NO, no, am
afraid, would you saya Afraid of the
sword-friend aud champion of all the la
dies, all round the worldl Nay, nay, come
hither'
The lady advanced, and soon overcoming
her tiniidlty, ,her white hand shone like whip
ped foam among the waves of faxen hair.
'Ah, this is like clipping tangled tags of
gold lace, she cried, 'but see, it is half
straw.
But the wcarer is nc man of straw, la
dy; were free, and you had ten thousand
foes, horse foot and dragoons--how like a
frie5 could fight for you. Come--you
have robbed me of my hair, let me rob the
dainty hand of its price. What, afraid
agains'
NO, not that, but
4 sec, lady, ] may do it by your leave,
but not by your word-the wonted way of
all the ladies' There, it is done. Sweeter
that kiss than the bitter heart of the
cherry
When at length this lady left, no small
talk was had by her with her companions
about relieving the lot of so knightly and
unfortunate man, whereupon worthy, ju-
dicious gentleman of middle age. in atten-
dance, suggested bottle of wine every day,
and clean linen every week. And these the
English women -tao polite and too good to
be fastidious-did actually send to Ethan
Allen, SO long as he tarried captive in
their land.
The withdrawal of this company was fol-
lowed by different scene. A perspiring
man in top boots, riding whip in hand, and
having the air of q prosperous farmer,
brushed in like stray bullock, among the
rest, for peep at the giaut--having just
entered through the arch as the ladies passed
out.
Hearing chat the man who took Ticon-
deroga was here in Pedennis Castle, I've rid