American union. [volume] (Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1855-1859, 1857-07-17
INCIDENT OF THE REVOLUTION.

lNClDEHT OF THE REVOLUTION.
The want of provisions in the camp
OF Burgoync, just previous to his cap
ture by the Americans began to be Sc
riously felt; tho Americans had seized
their last supply; all resort to the coun-
try lying round and tory friends was to-
tally cut of. The prosecuting Ameri-
cans had fenced them in as with wall
of vengeance, which could not be pass
ed; sickness was multiplied among the
soldiery, fever attended with it's deliri.
ums, ragged from couch to couch. Wa.
ter, water, was the incessant cry. And
although the Hudson on ore 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 desponding forces, yet it was i'm
possible to snatch drop from those
dreadfully guarded waters; hundred
bullets were sure to pierce whoever
made the attempt, as soon as thew
stopped to touch the silvery current.
But such were the cries for water by
the sick and dying, that their women,
moved by pity, were made superior to
the dreadful crisis, (imagining that the
Americans would not from feelings of
gallantry shoot II female,) snatched
hastily their pals, and ran to the shores
to try>what the event might be. The
opinion of the enemy, as it proved with
respect to their persons, was correctly
formed, but their pals were doomed to
a harder fate, for while they could not
find it in their hearts to spill the blood
OF defenseless females, they were sure
to riddle their pals as they hung from
their hands so that little or no water
could be procured.
In this dilemma faithful wife who
had left her native country for the love
OF her husband, who was one of the un-
fortunate Hessians sold by the govern
ment, to the king of England at GER
tain sum head to fight in cause the
merits Of which he knew nothing: this
woman as she moves from couch to
couch, listening to the moans of the
sick for water, suddenly resolved, &
Will try, perhaps | may succeed to bring
little, Her husband tried TO dissuade
her, but she persisted, her sympathies
were strong, for, as II kind and com.
torting angel she had made it her bus
mess to hover over the diseased and
wounded of her countrymen (tbe Hes
slans) all the while she had been in the
army.
She sprang along the adventurous
path that led to the dreaded shore, her
husband was following as close as he
dare, already she stood at the brink of
the stream in full view of the guns on
the other side, and for moment she
cast an imploring glance that way, and
then to heaven for protection; her right
hand had dashed her vessel deep into
the waters; struggle to clear the open
shore and reach the deep shaded bank,
marked her agitatcd demeanor, when
a ball aimed at her pail, struck as she
stopped over the vessel too low. her
angel boscm-the blood spouted and
dyed the ground before her quivcrine
frame fell, crimsoned in the gore of her
faithful heart.
Her husband, who had waited but O.
short distance for her return, had not
moved his constant eye from his all of
earth, while his soul vibratcd between
the vast extremes Of hope and DESPAIR,
her scream struck his ear; her reelinr
form showed him that the shaft of death
had cleft her heart asunder. She had
but touched the ground whore she fell,
when his arms enclosed her, dyed in
spouting blood from her bosom; frantic
with grief, he dreaded not the flash Of
the deadly rifle, but bore her to the
camp, struggling in the pangs of dis
solution, while he impressed on her fa-
ding forehead, the last kiss Of fervent
affection.
The grief of this poor man was re.
spected, not gun moved its trigger,
hushed were the voleys of the sym. !
yet brave Vermonters; her
pail, but not her person, had been the
aim OF the distressed marksman, the
Green Mountainecr.
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