The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1859-06-15
~, u ~ Written for the Cadiz sentins
HAYRE-DE- GRACE.
A TALE or THE WAR OF 1919
49, Founded on Fact. .

ls,l ,.'s . CHAPTER l. M .z
"The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit

Up 10 the eortln OiOOu--
Come let me to my horse KlNe HtNRT "
During the dark moments of our countryi
history, when 1t seemed as though the Eagle o
America was about ending his troubled fight
when Libsrty's GODDESS turned aside to shed /,
tear over her declining hopes in the Land of lbs
Wsst;" men sprang forth who, we're it not fol
the night that was settling down over our coun
try, would have remained in unseen obscurity
who, as tits, have by their actions, though ap
pearing small in themselves, yet still formed
part OF that cycle ofevents. which nltmately
ended so glorOusly for America at Yorktowr
and Orleans.
IT'S well to gather up these instances OF hero
ism that have not found their way into our ma
tional histories, but live only as traditions in
the minds Of the people;-gather them togeth.
or and place them on record for the eye of pos
terity. ,sBJEHl8 H#t Ig Eass
i, twas upon ar Autumn evening about the be-
ginning ofSeptembcr, lSl4,--one of those cool
though serene evenings So peculiar to the West
ern Hemisphere, when everything is permeated
by an ETHEREAL haze, mellowing down the bright
colors of Fall, and shrouding objects at dis
tance in 5 thin blue cloak. When young lnan
apparently about four and twenty years ofage,
mounted upon a powerful grey steed, might
have been seen entering small village at Il Q
junction the SuSquehana river with the Ches-
apeake BaJ. Twilight was settling down upon
the scene, and the last rays Of the setting sun
tinged the tops Of the fertile hills OF Maryland,
The murmuring Susquehana flowed placidIy A.
long. joining the Chesapeake, flowed far out into
thswater ofthe bay. ST." reH
The form Of the horseman was enveloped in
cloak ofdark blue cloth, as If to protect him
from the cool breeze that blew gently from The
hills. Passing along the row of scattered hous.
o., be stopped, and dismounted in front ofA
comfortable looking dwelling, some two or three
hundred yards from the beach, having small
yard in front. Calling to a smart looking ne
gro man to take care of his horse, he gave him
the rens; and then passed through the yard and
up the steps; having raped the knocker, while
he is waiting for an answer to his summons, 70
will attempt some description ofhis person, evil
IDENTIFY he is no stranger here.
sHisstature is medium and his build is slight;
his hair is as dark as the ravens wing, anil falls
in waves, in style Ia marine, down to his
shoulders; bis countenance is of determined
cast though pleasing. He is very pale, and with
the large bright dark eyes in painful contrast,
are yet vestiges o "a bed Of languishing and pain
The breeze parting the cloak back or moment
discloses we'll fitting blue uniform, the yellow
facing and the red sword belt; these with The
naval cap, bespoke him to be naval officer OF
the United States.
George Manton, for such is his name. was the
son OF a revolutionary soldier, who after the
close Of the war of independence. settled dow n
upon his farm near Havre-de Grace, to enjoy
the blessings of that liberty for which he had
fought. This privilege was now in danger Of
the breaking out OF the last war with Great
Britain. When that event had taken place
George in obedience to tho command Of his
father, and his own patriotic impulses, shipped
aboard the privateer 7huras, as first Lieutenant
The Taurus was q fast sailing sloop of ten guns;
its cruising ground was in the Chesapeake, and
much damage had it done the British shipping
In one Of their engagements with vessel Of
superior force, George was wounded severely in
the shoulder, and the Taurus was SO roughly
handled, that she was obliged to haul off, and
It was only by her superior sailing qualities that
she escaped capture. 1t being necessary to
take her into port for repairs. Our hero had i'm
proved the opportunity caused by the delay. in
being conveyed home. where his wound would
receive better nursing and at the same time he
would he near to, and enjoy the sweet society
ofpretty Fanny Hanchet, a lovely maiden just
blooming into womanhood, whom he had learn
ed To love with the ardor Of his whole sonl, in
happy days before the war. Fanny lIanchet ,
twas she upon whom he had now called to a.
gain bid farewell we
But step is heari in the hall, the door opens.
and the venerable form OF old Major Hanchet
appears and upon seeing his visitor, in "a voice OF
welcome bids him enter: ea }rAH'
"Why, George, my boy! is that you? Come
in, come in! Why | thought you were unable
to come to town? Are you better? But hold
on--excnse the volubility OF an old soldier Is
there any news from the army?"
,aNone-but what you have heard )" answer
cd Ge rye, "and they are bad enough Ny
wound ii about healed now, l think; and al
though little weak, Icannot Tena in any lorg.
or inactive, while my country rs suffering in ey.
ry quarter or aid, hope and expect to be a.
board, and cruising in q short time /" a,aa
"Spoken like true son Of a patriot, as you
are," said the Major warmly. "Many time
has. your father and myself stood shoulder to
shoulder in the ranks, shoulder t, shoulder en-
tered the breach. amid the whistling balls as
they rained like hail upon our columns, fight
ing for America unoer the eye OF Great Wash
ington. We gave America her independence.
and tits meet that our sons should preserve it;
but here am, rattling away again at terri
BILE rate, never thinking, Fanny is in the parlor.
Ishail see you again ere your departure"
Tho Lieutenant giving his cloak into the
hands Of Sanche the negro, who had Just made
bis appearance passed through the hail. and
unannounced entered the parlor.
George. George! what Is the matter? almost
screamed Fanny dropping her book and gazing
at him with unleigucd astonishmcnt whom.