Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-07-23

eted short distance from Whiteclay
Creek. on the side of steep hill, sur
rounded on all sides by tall trees. 1t
was just such place as one might sup
pose suitable for the plotting of treason.
At the time James Wilson and his lit
tie band left the deserted storehouse in
the village of Newark, dusk had given
place to the darker shades OF night; still,
it was not dark. The new moon was
shining brightly in the clouds, and every
object was perfectly distinguishable.-
The boys walked solemnly forward,
maintaining a solemn silence. At length
they gained the bank of the creek, and, i,
slowly following the winding path, soon
came in sight Of the object of their des-
tination. AS they came to a little log
bridge which crossed a shallow rivulet
leading into the Whiteclay, James Will
son ordered them to halt.
LET Frank Howard and myself recon-
noitre the premises first, to see whether
any danger may be sapprehended All
the rest stand here until we return.-
Make no noise and keep constant
watch
James and Frank silently departed.
and were soon lost to the eye in the thick
woods through which the path ram
Scacely had they gone from the view of
their companions, ere the quick car of
Wilson detected a noise. Hist said
he to Frank, as he pulled him behind
gigantic beech-trce. The noise soon re-
solved itself into human football. and,
in another moment, George Livingston,
the Tory's son. stood opposite the trcs.
James Wilson dartcd from his covert. and
tightly gripped the the boy by the nexk.
The cowardly yo,th tlembled lii e a
reed.
Speak one word, whispered his cap
tor, and I'll toss you into the creek
The Tory's son was struck dumb with
fright, and before he had recovered from
his stupor, found himself in the midst OF
the whole group Of boy-heroes. with the
viec-hkc grip Of James and Frank on
either arn.
Now, said James, answer me prompt,
ly and truly, or I'll make your position
uncomfortable. Do you hear p
Yes, g4sred the atirsh, d youth.
who are in your fathers house at this
moment ?
I-l-cannot tell stammereG the
haIt-dcad boy.
You shall tell, or
Spare me, and will disclose every
thing. When left the house. there was
no one there but oue own family and
Major Bradstone.'
Who is he :; asked James.
Il don't know--l don't, indeed
Tell /" threatened Frank.
lie is the captain of the Yorkshire
| dra. oons.
The blue eyes Of James gllstcned
with JOY, and he soon gained from the
Tory's sen revelation which stamped
his fltler as tr itor Ct the most appall-
! ing character He discovered that old
Livingston not only kept up corre~pon-
dencc with the British commander, but
that he had so plotted in his traitorous
designs, that the tIe$illasc of Newark
was to be burned to ashes and its wo-
men AMI children left exposed to the mer-
cy of their pitiless foes. The old Tory
was to receive as his reward the land
whcreon the village stood, and an annual
pension from the English government
Bat stranger than all, the plot was to
/ be consumm tel on that very night, and
an annual pension from the English gov
ernment. Bat, stranger than all, the
plot was to be consumated on that very
niyht. and the Tory's son had been can.
tured while he was 90 no on an errand to
a Tory neighbor, about two miles distant
The little band of heroes learned. too
that the British troops had secured their
horses in I,iyinystou's stable. and in,end
ed to descend the creek in a large boat
There were twenty of them. besides
their ceptain. Major Brads,one. the
leader of the band, was, in temper and
heart thorough demon, and scrubled
no, in his cruelty, to DESTROY the 81 lum-
hering infant or The sicklv wife. Not =
few in that youthful band of patriots
,remhled for ,he safety of n widowed
mother or a det,ncalcss sister Some
wcr, for denartiny Immediately. bu,
James Wilson still retaining his grasp
IN the Torv's son. ordered all TO be 81.
len. The nrisoner WAS tied hand and
foot. n thick handkerchief bound over his
mouth 70 nreyept him from caIlino for
assistance and a stou, cord fastened to
his breast and wound about a tree. An
hone Of escape forsook George Living
s,on Wilsan morioned his little band