Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1857-12-26
BRATTLEBORO, w.: DEC. 26, 1857.

akin'-,rumpets fact is. Sally. he's in for the
dockyarl a good spell, ef he ain II broke up hull
and ALL
Who shot him ? whispered Sally.
Thar the lest ont, gal he's took an lacked
beautiful lac went into port at Lexington yes
tcrday, and hecrin' there all the sides q the so-
ry' ne got kinder ried AT the hull crew, Ii ;e a
common-sense ie,Ier an when Pitcairn come
along, Geoge finally struck his colors, run up a
new nm TO 'le mast-head, borrored musket. an
lined the mrlishy, an got shot by them cussed
reg lars far his pains an eff he docs die I'll hev
figgci cut on stun myself, to tell folks he was
rebel and an honest man arler ALL
Where is he : asked Sally, in another whis
per.
Hes to the tavern there in Lexin'lon There
ami nobody along with him, cause his fathers
gone to Postin to see bout not gettin' scomfish.
kated or artcr protection, or suthin.
And his mother is dead, slil Salv slowl Y.
Long | must 90 to Lexington tonight, on the
I'illiom, and YOU must 20 with me. Fathers got
TOO much rheumatiz to ask it Of him.
wen said Long, after protracted stare at
Sally wimnen is the oldest craft that ever
sailed. swan when sight EN- done know
a maln-top-sa'l from fyn jib Coin to take
care q. George he YEP
Yes, said Sally, meekly.
Long rolled the inseparable quid in his cheek,
and slyly drawled out, Well, if We must, ye
must. an' a-goin' ter stand in The way Of yer
do0tvr
Sally was too far away TO hear, or she might
have smiled
Uncle Zekle and Aun, Poll were to be told
and coaXed into assent no very hard task for
George Tucker was a ta,orlle of 'Zekiel's, and
nt. had turupl t.b.l tho ,,,,l.. la,
had ever owed him MAS removed; he was only
too glad to help him in any way Aunt Polls
sole trouble was lest Sally should take col l. The
proprrtes, those gods OF modern social worship,
as well as their pioeenors, the mpropreties,
were unknown To these simple souls they did
things because they were right and wrong. They
were not nice according to Swti's definition, nor
proper in the mode Of the best so'iely, but they
were good and pure are the disciples aad lee
iurers of the proper equally sor
> SHiy's simple preparations were quickly made.
by nine o'clock she was safe on the pillion be-
hind Lor z Snaps, folded in Aunt Polls red jo-
scph, and provided with >adle-bags full of com
tor's and necessaries. The night was dark but
Sally did not feel any fear not Tam O'Shan-
ter's experience could have shaken the honest
little creatures courage, when George filled the
perspective before her The way was Lonely !;
WV hdl' Ipi'l ui'ltT tIt Oln >
hoofs many black aud desulae tract of forest
lay across their twenty miles ride more than
one the tremul1us shrek of screech-owl smole
omnously on Saly's wakeiuLfense, and quaver-
ed away like dying 9roan more thar once a
monrniu whippoOrwll cried out in pain and ex-
pOstulation. and IN the young leaves shiverng
wind ioreboded evil but they rode on. Pre-
senliy Sally's dropping head rose erect she lis
tened she laid her hand ON the bidle. Stop,
Long sad she. hear horses feet, and shouts
Look here = said Long, after a moments lis
tenlng there's breakers ahead, Sally; let's
heave To in these ere piny bushes side o the
track its pitch dark, mebbe they'll 90 by
lie rclgned ;he horse from the road, and forced
him into group of young hemocks, which hid
them entirely from passers by. Just as he was
well enSconced, company Of British cavalry
rode up, broken and disorderly enough, cursing
and swearing at the Yankees. and telling 10 un-
seen ears a bloody story of Concord and its men.
Sally tremhled, but it was with Indignation, not
fear, and as soon a. the last hoot beat died away
she urged Long forwar they regained the road.
and made their way at once to George in Lex
ington-
Is it well to paint, even in falling words, such
emotions as Sally fought with and conquered in
that hour ! Whoever has stood by the 5ed Of
speechess, hopeless, unconscious human being
III whom their own soul lived and suffered. will
know these pangs without my interpretation.
Whoever knows them not need not so anticipate.
lf Sally had been less woman, might have
had moie TO say but she was onIy a woman, and
loved George, so she went on in undis,urbed
self-control aud uniiring eNertion, to nurse him.
The doctor said he could not live Long said
he was booked for Davy Jones; the minister
pra, ed for our dying brother but Sally said
he shoul live, and he did. After weeks of pa
tent care he knew her; after more weeks
he spoke,-words few. but precious and when
accumuIatlng months brought 10 the baltle-feds
OF America r"dd,r stains than even patriotic
blood had splashed upon their leaves when
nne nation bcga1 to hope, and another TO fear.
both hope and fear had shaken hands with Sal,
and said good-bse. She was married to George
Tucker, and, with the prospect of crippled hus
band for life, was perlertly happy 100 hspp,
not to laugh, when, The day after their wedding
sitting on the door-sill of the old Westbury home
stead, with George and Long Snaps, George
said, Wo Id you ever have come to take care
Of me, Sally, if I'd "a been shot on the side Of
the reg'Iars? 2
Sally looked at him, and then looked away.
Il 'xpect she'd "a done her dooly,' said Long
Snaps dry ly and Sally laughed.