The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1857-07-18

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ssQui,e valiant in defense of your lady
love. Well, Tom, will confess that she
/ is . lovely girl, and Tomorrow viii call
and learn your success. SO, good morn
ing"
.Well, Tom, what success 30
"Would you believe she did not recog-
nize me-"
| "Not recognize yous"
ssNo. You know what quiz that MUIR
ray is. As soon rs he saw me enter, dress
| ed in such style, he came up, shook hands
with me, and without giving me chance u
say one word, introduced me 10 Julia as
/ Nj. Frederick somebods. And would you
/ believe il, the witch dIu moi know me.
think should not forgot her SO easily
Nor was that all. Murray said something
about The fellow Who called there the pre-
yious evening" country cousin, he SAID
| clear enough, but an incorrig.ble sloyen.--
And Julia said he dressed Ike barbarian
Just think Frank, barbarian. She
shall pay for that yet. Such eyes-and she
steps like queen. Well, Frank, clean
| collar does make vast difference iii mans $
appearance. Lovely as Hebe herself. Ter
rlble difference clean linen makes"
| The last time saw Tom he was scolding
his oldest son for coming into the drawing
room with muddy boots. .....
NANCY HART-A HEROINE OF THE REV.
OLUTION.
Nancy Hart was one Of the most remark
able women of Revolutionary times. Her
husband, njami1 Hart, was u brother of
the celebrated Col. Thomas Hart, of Ken
tucky, who was the father of the wife of
Henry Clay, and also maternal uncle of
| Thos. Hart Benton. Our heroine, therefore,
appears to have been very respectfully con-
nected. A short time before the evolution,
she and her husband removed from North
Carolina to Georgia, and settled in Elbert
County, on Broad River, near where the
stream, called from her. "War-W oman's
Creek" emptles into it. The spot, it is
said, is still marked by an apple orchard,
but we apprehend many other spots are
marked in the same way. If it shall appear
to our readers that We have given our hero
inc rather rough setting, it must also be
borne in mind that the setting should cor
respondent to the jewel. The most brill
liant diamond is but refined piece of char
coal, SO chemists tell US. Thus refined, it
may be set it gold; but ''charcoal sketches'
only are adapted to the charcoal state. We
do no not mean that our subject was black
as to the article of skin; nor, indeed, that
morally her nature wore a darker stain
than many who move in refined and polish
ed society. But that there was a rough ex-
terror which would repel every attempt at
gliding as unnatural and out of place.
Name, Hart was not beautiful; but, new
crtheless, was evidently designed to make a
figure in the world. She was six feet in
height, we'll -hmbed and muscular; in fact,
of Patagonian proportions, and, it must also
he confessed, somewhat ungalnly in figure.
She was marked by nature with prominent,
rather than handsome features. Her mouth
was broad and angular; she was horribly
cross-eyed; her countenance was unmistak-
ably decided, and somewhat ferocious in ex-
pression; in speech she was rude, and in
manners awkward.
She was expert in the use OF the rife,
and, though cross-eyed, she was keen
marksman. No hunter excelled her in this.
She was ''dead shot" This was her boast.
''Nothing was more common than to see
her in full pursuit of the bounding deer
The huge antlers that hung round her cab
in, or upheld her trusty gun, gave proof OF
her gunnery; and the white comb, drained
of its honey and hung up for ornament, tes-
tilted her skill in bee finding.
| But Nancy Hart had her amiable quail
ties leaning to humanity. She was an en-
ergetic housewife and an excellent cook
Her biographer says that "many can testify
to her magical art in the use of crockery."
She was generous and hoSpitable. In the
management of diseases, and in knowledge
Of the medicinal virtue of herbs, she excell-
ed, and was resorted to from far and near.
In cases like these the full current of her
sympathy flowed out in a clear and strong
tide. From all this it is evident that a wo-
mans heart was enshrined with that rough
exterior. In reference to these kindly SER
vices she was called to perform, she would
often say, with more strength than elegance,
'Drat ZEN. when they get into trouble they
always send for me-"
This was true in more than one sense. ms
is evident from the following incident. The
husband of her daughter, Sally, was n man
after her own heart. While moving his fam
lily into Georgia, he encamped one night by
the wayside. The next morning white
man, employed as wagner, being ordered
in peremptory manner to do something, he
refused in Il manner more insolen than COM
ported with the feelings of the son-in law.
Whereupon, he drew his sword, and at a
single blow severed the mans head from his
body. He then took charge of the team
and drove on himself as though nothing had
haddened. Pas sing house soon after, he
stopped and told the inmates he had "jus,
cut fellows head off at the camp, and they
had best 60 down and bury him." Horriied,
the inhabitants pursued the murderer, and
had him lodged in jail. This brought Nan
cy into the field. She visited the place sew
eral times, and, shortly after her last visit,
the jail was found open one morning, and
the prisoner gone. The mystery of the es-
cape was never revealed but among conf
Dental friends, Nancy, referring to it, would
say, "Drat 'em," etc.
But it was for her military exploits that
Nancy was especially renowned, and has ac-
Guired a name in history. When the tenn
pest Of the revolution swept over the land,
she was among the first and most ardent in
the support OF liberty. She encouraged the
''hberty boys as she called them; and on
more than one occasion showed that she was
ready to s'do or die" for her country. Her
husband was cast in very different mould,
and preferred the skulk!ng in the cane-brake
for safety, to facing the enemy in deadly
strife. She characterized him as ''poor
stick" for his cowardice. But we shall GER
tainly find some excuse for this timidity,
when We remember that the Tories, who
prowled over the country, filled with alarm
at their cruelties: and every Wing had to
conceal himself, or was liable at any hour
to be shot, or to be hung up on limb OF
the nearest tree.
The spirit of our heroine rose with the
tempest that howled around her. Many an
ecdotes are told of her. One evening as
she was at home in her log cabin, with her
children around her, and a pot of soap
boiling over the fire, her keen eye discov-
cred some one peeping through the crew.
ces. With the 9uickness of lightning, she
dashed ladIeful Of the hoilding soap in the
face and eyes Of the lurking Tory. Blinded
and scaIded, he roared aloud with pain and
terror. Nancy coolly walked out, and, all
the while amusing herself with jibes and
,aunts upon him, bound him fast as her
prisoner