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

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With firm tread, and the utmost 81.
lence, the young heroes took up their
march ior old Squire Livingstons,
Livingston had long been suspected of
harboring British spies, and some Of his
former aborers had reported that he had
kept up a regular correspondence with
the British commander At all events he
was generally regarded by the genuine
Wings as dangerous man, and was there
fore avoided
At the time James Wilson and his little
band left the deserted store house in lie
village Of Newark, dusk had given place
to the dark shades Of night The moon
was shining brightly in the clouds, and
every object was perfectly distinguishable
The boys walked quickly forward,
maintained a solemn silence. At length
| they gained the bank Of the creek. and
slowly following the winding of the path,
soon came in sight of the object of their
destination. AS they came to little log
bridge which crossed little shallow rivu
let leading into White Clay Creek, James
Wilson ordered them to halt.
Let Frank Howard and myself recon-
noitre the premises first to see whether
any danger may be apprehended. Al.
the rest stand here until we return. Make
no noise, and keep constant watch"
James and Frank silently departed, and
they were soon lost to the eye in the thick
woods through which the path ran -
Scarcely had they gone from the view of
their companions, when the quick ear Of
Wilson detected noise.
Hist said he to Frank, as he pulled
him behind = gigantic beech tree. The
noise soon re olved into human football
and in another moment George Living
ston, the tory's son, stood opposite the
tree. Wilson darted from his covert, and
tightly griped the boy by the neck. The
cowardly youth trombled ike 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 group Of boy heroes with the vice
like grasp Of james and Frank on either
arm.
Now" said james, answer me
promptly and correctly, or II make you
position uncomfortable. Do you hear p
Who are in your fathers house at th
moment?
IL cannot toll," stamerod the al
most dead youth.
"You shall, tell or
"Spare me, and | will disclose every
thing " hen left the house there wa
, no one there but the fam, and Najo
; Braastone."
= "Who is he ?" asked James.
Il don't know don't indeed !"
f TEL !" threatened Frank.
"He is a Captain Of the YorkshiI
| Dragons.
e The blue eyes Of James glistened vii
5 Joy, and he eoou gained from the tory
: son a revelation which stamped his tathe
n as traitor of the most appalling chara'
I. ter. He discovered that old Llvingsto
+ not only kept up correspondence wit
t the British commander, but that he ha
a plotted in his traitorous designs that tt
r little village of Newark was to be burne
II TO ashes, and its women, and children e.
!. posed to the mercy of the pitiless foe
Tho old tory was to receive as a rewal
IS the land whereon the village stood, al
n an annual pension from the English g.
ernment. But stranger than all, the pl
1t was TO be consummated on that vel
Ie night, and the Tory's son had been ca
y tured while he was going on an errand
a tory neighbor about two miles distan
N The little band OF heros ! earned, t.
g that the British troops had secured the
horses in Livingston's stable, and descen
X ed the creek in large boat. There We
We twenty of them. besides their capita H.
at Major Bradston the leader of the ban
is was in temper ana heart a perte;t demo
s. and scrupled not 10 bis cruelty to destr
IS the sleeping infant or the sckly wife
Not a few in the youthful band of patri.
is trembled for the safety Of a widow
ne mother, or defenceless sister.
IN Some were for departing immediate
as but james Wilson still retaining his gra
n on the tory's son, ordered all to be sie
Id The prisoner was tied hand and foot
thick handkerchief tied over his mouth
y, prevent him from calling for assistan