The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-09-07
MISCELLANEOUS.

lutlonary Adventure.
History is filled with deeds of the men
Of the Revolution, nor are the striot wo-
men forgotten in the burning words" of
the anualists Of 70 but where is the his
torian who tells Of the patriotism Of the
ooys OF that gloomy period? Who writes
their biographies ?
There were boys in the Revolution
boys OF noble patriotism and dauntess
spirit-boys who would not become trail
tors although the rack aud gibbet con.
tronted tbem---boys who toiled with an
endurance and boldness, unequaled in the
annals of any nation, tor the independence
! of the "Old Thirteen ) and had they
now a Just desert, the brightest star in the
american constellation. and the widest
stripe in her broad canvass. would be ded-
i'nted 10 the boys of '16.
Let US re!rte an instance
1t was III the year Of l77T. Phiadel-
| phia was in the hands of the British, r.
General Howe and his inhumai soldery,
who, in the fields of Braodyw. =. gave
the American people evidence o British
humanity. The inhabitants of Delaware
and Pennsylvonia were at the mercy of
their foes. Bands OF Eessian dragons
secured the vicinity Of Philadelphia for
miles around, and committed acts that
would disgrace u vanda.
| On the evening of delightful summer
lay, group of boys, ranging in age from
twelve to seventeen years, were gathered
together on the steps Of "A tenantless store
house in the village Of Newark, Delaware
Tic town seemed lonely, and, with tht
exception of the youthful band already
told, not human being met the eye
All the men, capable Of bearing arms
had left their homes to lo!n the army o
Washington on the banks of the Schuyl
kill. A youth Of sixteen years, mounted
on barrel, was giving an account of th
disastrous battle oe Brandywine. james
Wilson, the narrator, was bold boy, en-
thusiastic in the love of the American
cause, and possessed Of no little intelli
gence. His blue eyes aud daxen hal
gave him an effemnate appearance, hu
beneath that homespun jacket throbbed
heart that never quailed in danger, no
shrank before an obstacle. His fathe
was the commander of the Delaware reg
uar troops, and his mother was dead
The boy concluded his narration, and Wa
deeply amentine that he could not joi
the army.
Il am not old enough" said he 'br
had | musket I would not stand id
here, with my hands hanging uselessly b
my side"
"Are there no guns Of any descriptio
in the village ?" inquired listenin
youth.
70 "None. have spent nearly wee
trying to find one. but my efforts hay
been of no avail. strongly suspect thi
i. old Tory Livingston has several in h
house, but, as he permits no one to re
, pass on his land, | am unable to Say po
itively."
why not take party and search h
dwelling2" asked Frank Howurl =
has no ono there but his cowardly E,
George. and can thrash him as easily
that " tho boy swapping his fingers to il
ply the readiness with which he oou
= trounce old Liviugston's son.
james Wilson's eyes sparkled With 10
he "It any three boys in the company W
H. ~ help me. will search old Livingston
er house tonight, All who are willing
Ie 90, just step forward three PAGES"
TO to Everybody in the croTd, without a m
e. e ments hesitation, stepped promptly ft
ward.