Star of the Kanawha Valley. [volume] (Buffalo, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1856, 1856-07-02

lay side by side, and the patriot slept,
as he had breatled his last, holding
in his death-grasp the nangled form
Of a lifeless Briton. n
It was a terrible scene! But there
was one who needed not the terrora
which surrounded him. With his
face and garments covered with blood
and powder and dust, you would
scarcely recognize the young Quaker.
In his hand he held the stock of his
broken gun, which showed that he
had been in the midst of the greatest
dangers, and commended with them
bravely. s.. ..
But he was not yet satisfied. Many
a proud Briton had sank before him
on that day, and yet he only whis.
pered that word-"Revenge!" He
was not satisfaction the murderer
still lived. f.
- 49,.
"Now we can afford to retreat %
and Washington drew up his noble
steed by the roadside, and gazed~on
hisltroops, as they swept by~towards
the south, in full retreat from the
field they had lost, but the victory
they hadwon. r. =
Il cannot" whispered the Quaker
warrior; and he seized another mus
ket, and sprang along the road. None
needed him--none knew him, in his
.smeared and bloody condition, and
none paused to wonder why he sprang
so nimbly into the branches Of a tree
blythe way. : . 2
Past sweeps the bloody legions-
the division of Greene--the band OF
the gallant Lafayette, with the woun-
.ded hero. in their midst-then the
shattered remnant of Sullivan's brig.
ade--and the rear brought up by the
Commander chief, Washington
hemmed~ in by the Iron Band of the
brave Polish &anior-the fated Pu-
laski whose Battle cry, "ForacartS!
-brudern, .t3fwarts!i'" had cheered his
men on, and struck terror to the Bri-
tons heart. .,-.ss 49,.
The Continentals were scarcely
hidden from sight over the hill, ere,
close in pursuit, the royal troops
came rushing on. Platoon after pla.
toon swept by, and yet the dark eye
which distended from its socket.
'peered out from the branches of the
tree, abated motifs intense ardor, and
the hand slackened not the nerved
grasp from the weapon which waited
only the proper moment to deal death
to the victim of revenge. i,
A body Of cavalry approached and
their bright swords glistened in the
sun, and the stalwart arms that were
wont to yield them, spoke only Of
terror ana death. AT their head
rode a richly uniformed officer, and
tthe coal-black steed pranced as il
proud Of his burden. The dark, sub.
TILE eye which flashed from under that
feathered helmettold Of fearful deeds
and relentless cruelty. - =.
There was a rustling voice among
the branches of the tree, and then O
hush. =
SIT is he." said a voice, in hollow
tones; then came a. sharp report, d
piercing shrek, and the steed sprang
riderless across the valley.
'sFather, you are revenged! l car
die now!" and when the British bull
let whistled among the leaves, with 9
,smothered groan he fell on the cold
sod beneath the tree.
As the last sound of the pursuing
HOSTS was heard over the hill, the
Quaker warrior slowly arose from the
ground, and gazed sadly around him
But how changed! The fire was fled
from his eye, but it had given place
to the wonted quietude Of a peaceful
"friend." " 5.',.--
3Wiping the clothed blood from &
wound in his shoulder, binding
scarf around it, and rising to. hi
feet, he soon stood by the side of hi
victim. lie gazed on the upturnec
face, but no sign of life was there
felt of his pulse, but all was still. =
Falling to his knees, by the side Q
the dead officer. from the Quaker
heart went up a prayer to Almighty
God for forgivness Of his. own deed
and compassion; ON the soul of hi
victim: then he turned and, departed
fro,,, tba battle-ground forever. =.