Litchfield enquirer., 1857-07-16

he sent his shay for me through the driftingest snow storm; ever remember, and I got the rheumatics for all. Fanny there, she was borl of a plt asant night i,June'-
 Oh hold your tongue, mother says Bill
 Miss Fanny's face is like boiled lobster, and l believe you're trying 10 see what you can do with her.
 We'll, old folks will be old folks and we were all born once, that's fact said the old woman. Come and sit down here where 1 can talk to you both,' said the old lady. We hitched up close to her and she began
 That thefe gun, Ezekiel, William Saxbury that boys father,' Bill stroked his whiskers.
 carried first in the old French and Indian wars and Pve got the canteen he carried, mp there but that aiu't no use. The pesky savages to do all the mischief they could, they shot at it, purpose, Mir. Saxbary used to say to spill his liquor. That's the way he always talked just as if it was the liquor they wanted to spill and not his blood, though dare say they'd a been glad to driuk either But the hardest day, and the last day of service that gan see, was on Bunker Hill ?
 All that will be remembered now, mother, says ], they're raising fluids to finish that monument.'
 'To what ?
 .To finish the flonument.'
 To finish it ! Lord d-a-massy, I want to know if that ain't done yet Why, Mr. Saxbufy, he went down to Boston in twenty-five to help build it, and he came back with his painted ribbon that hangs there on the nail over the gun, as ticklcd and as happy to think he had seen Lafayette and the rest. want to know !! Why, that journey to Boston finished Mir. Sax bury, and the monnyment ain't finished yet !! We'll declare The hot sun, and things, and the furry, and the worry of the tourney and all-he died in week after he got home, and the monnyment ain't finished yet ?
 The old lady took pinch of snuff in her fingers but forgot to put it to her nose.
 Mir. Saxbury is finished the old lady con- tinued, as she rested her head on her hand, and rocked kind of uneasy ill her chair. 'Old Mr. Jones that used to hobble over here to talk to William, he's dead too Old Mr. Brown, that walked On crutch for ever so many years and then took to cane, he's dead and gone. They ate all dead, and their widdefs pretty much too and their children don't seem to re- member them, if they can't fnish h that monny- ment. Why Lord save us, the men that fit the, battle would put up the monnyment in a 'Hight:'
 They did build monument in a night, says I, mother, harder than brass, mother says l.
 The old lady didn't seem to mind this, but she kept on muttering. By and by says I again, Mother the monument will be finished now, for the women have taken hold of it, and when they begin, they Ire pretty generally lit tic more apt by considerable to carry it through than the men, says I.
 Sc they be, Zeke-so they be- says the old woman. And they ought to build the monument; Zeke-for they had the toughest of the fighting in the old war. Warn't it noth- ing to us, do you guess; when we knowed our husbands and our fathers and our sons, them that had any, was all out, and none of the men folks to home ? We couldn't tell, Zcke, but they'd coule home, dead or alive. There was that boy ; Bill grinned almost aloud, when ever his mother called him boy, there was that boy was. nursing baby, when his father went out to Lexington and Bunker Hill and had him in my arms, and he clappin' his it was great sport, when stood on the scuttfe of onr house, and see Charlestown burning. Every gun that morning killed mo dead, be- cause bow could tell where it hit tell you, Zeke Jones; the men that fought tha: battle didn't suffer so much as their wives and them mothers did, who could only stand afar off and shudder, and feel their flesh creep at every boom Of the guns. And then when they were away weeks ahd mefIths, and we never hearing word, and the tories twittiug, and taunt- ing, and finging, and we not knowing how much much they lied, nor how much they might tell, when they said the rebels would all be hanged. Oh /! 'twas awfta-awful-awfu Then the old creature went to rocking in her chair again, and Bill he grew uneasy start. ed to go, for thinks I, this old woman is a working herself up too fhuch, and she can't stand it. But she sings out, Set down, you Zeke-set down, I tell you, or l'll spank you as Pve done many time afore now.' Fan she twisted her mouth, and kind of giggled Bill he laughed right out, and down I sol again.
 On that 16th of June when I put up Will liam's knapsack for him, and fixed him of dc you s'poSe after that, could gs to bed. Bill there, was the troubiesomest child that night that ever lived, and it seemed just as if he knew that his father was in danger, and Inc wouldn't rest easy But won't say nothing more about myself, Zeke Gen. Putnam, and a fine looking, personable old gentleman he wa: then, he brought Bills father off the field, with his knee all shattered, and he never walked again, in any kind of comfort tiff his dying day Bill he kicked up the terriblest time, because he couldn't II in daddy's lap; and the onl, way we could fix it was to put him on a tabl, fup to the side of fhw bed. There Mir. Saxbu tfy he languished and suffered through thu whole of that dreadful hot s1mmcr, and tn garden and things all went to wrack and rnin and if it hadn't been for the ueighbors. Zcke what would : come of us That's the ga. we suffered and pinoa ,; aud first of every bod. Vas ready to help: By and by came th pinch and your foiks that kept talking ahoh hard times now don't know nothing about it There Mas more folks ! suffering for want, tIls,