Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-04-29

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breeze, and to see the charred remains of
his mother and sister dragged from the
smouldering ruins of his once happy home.
The sight was too much; and as the
strong man wept in his agony, he made
a solemn vow of vengeance, which was
faithfully kept.
The outrage upon George Farr and
his family sped on the wings of terror
throughout the community in which he
had lived. and ere long a dozen sturdy
farmers shouldered their arelocks and
volunteered to go in search of the mur-
derers. The woods were secured in all
directions, and just as the little band
were beginning to despair Of success they
had the satisfaction of finding them con-
cealed in a dense cedar swamp, where
they had taken refuge after one of their
depredations. No time was lost in clos
ing every avenue of escape, and men
were posted at suitable distances to see
that no one passed. Night after night
these vigilent sentinels paced their lone
ly rounds in the vain hope that they, be-
ing pressed with hunger. would essay to
escape. But nothing appeared-no so
much as the stirring of a leaf indicated
the presence of anything human within
that sonbre shade. At length an idea
suddenly occurred to Frederick Farr, who
acted as their leader. aud selling a fire.
brand he fired the woods. The conAa-
grafton lept onward, with sullen roar
and binding smoke. Now it swept a
solid, impossible barrier Of fire amid the
growth of stately pines, leaving them
charred and blackened columns on fall
ing, with laundering crash. to the ground.
Now it burned more slowly, emitting
vast clouds Of smoke, which sailed lazily
he%avenward, indicating the presence OF
moisture. But the delay was short, for
it again swept onward, with lurid glare
and awful rapidity, and fiery pillows
rolled through the vast forest.
The robbers, being in the meantime
closely beset by the flames, and fully
comprehending the awfulness of their
situation, ~endeayored in vain to escape.
They we're hemmed in by the devouring
element, and that long night was rem
dered hideous by the awful shrieks Of
those miserable wretches, as they battled
for life amid the seething flames. Thus
miserably persisted a portion of those who
deserted their country, in her time OF
peril, to plumber and butcher her peace
able inhabitants.
One more scene and our story is ended
It is the 28th of June, 1778, a day long
to be remembered in the annals of oul
country. The British lion had beer
brought to bay, and the soil of liberty is
once more to be watered with the blood
of its chosen heroes, and stained with the
gore of its invaders. The disastrou:
retreat of Lee has been promptly met anc
checked, and over the bloody field tbs
patriot and the hireling join in the death
struggle. But what voice is that. rising
clear and sonorous as a bugle blast, be
tween the deafning bursts of Knox's
guns?
Vengeance for murdered mother p
1t is the voice of Frederick Farr. Now
he mingles in the wild melee of Mad An.
thoney's reckless charge, ard is among
the first who rush upon the long line Of
levelled baYonets, and, alas, he is also
aQs 80 on that
On the al
ter of liberty.
Thus nobly died Frederick Farr while
fighting in his country's cause, on the
glorious field Of Monmouth, and well had
been fulfilled
THE SOLDIERS VOW"