New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1860-05-18

marine. showing by his manner that he
had no suspicious Of tfe spurious cor.
p"rai.
Tom Immediately walked aft to
where stood the officer ofthe deck, and
''e;ng assured hy the mistake Of the
sentry, he pulled his cap down over
his eyes, aud touching his visor rcspcct-
fully, remarked
Il should like to overhaul that sec-
ond cutter, sir; for th;ak there is
rum .board Of her,
Tom knew howss playing despo-
rate game, bat liberty was to he the
result of success, and be fincAed not q
hair.
III, the vill;ansi" uttered the lieu
tenant. up to those I'D tricks gain.
Go, corporsl-get down into the boa I
and it 20, end rum in her, they'll
catch it,"
Tom started quick forward, but just
- he got abreast Of the fore hatchway,
he saw tho Simon Pure corporars head
rising shove the comhings. The ma
rine ascended 10 higher; for with one
blow of his fist Tom sent him back
from whence he came. and then spra,.g
quickly out through the port upon the
swinging boom, and having reached
the place where the second cutter q
painter was made, he hauled up the
boat and leaped into her. The food
tide was setting up the river strongly,
and as quick as thought Tom cut the
painter and rapidly dropped astera.
''Ilelp-help! shouted our hero at the
top Of his voice. ''The boats gone.
"Get out couple Of cars, you lubber.'
cried the officer Of the deck, as he
jumped upon the poop on hearing the
cry, where he arrived just as the cut
ter was sweeping past the quarter
You can hold her against the tide
Tom did get out couple of oars
but the moment he got them balanced
in the oar locks, ho commenced pulling
for dear life, and to the utter consser-
ertion Of the lioutenant, the beat be-
gan rapidly to shoot up the river. All
the sentries on deck were Immediately
called upon the poop, ard their nus
kcts re fred at the deserter, but
though two Of the balls whistled near
the boat, yet nsne Of them did any
harm. and on the next moment, Tom
heard the third cutter called, but he
knew the mon were all sound asleep in
their ham,nocks, asd 50 he felt secure.
1t was ten minutes before the third
cutter cast of from the ship, and long
ere they reached Tom, ho had gained
the shore, and was running at remar-
kabIe speed towards the city, which he
reachedin safety, and before two O'clock
he was ab ard his own brig.
The next morning the Sarah dropped
with tps tide, and - she passed the
frigate, Tom saw the second cutter
swineingin her usual place, and a. he
g.ssd upon the proud Gag that Aoated
1t the Englishnaus peak, b uurmur-
cd to himself:
III live, I'll seme day take the
pride away from those proud tyrsnts.'
How literally was that saying fulfilled
Tom M.cdoaoagh had been Decatur's
fsvorits midshipman at the siege Of
Tripoli, and wherever Decatur led he
dared to follow" Subsequent to that
brilliant chapter in the page Of Of our
history, occurred the event which is en-.
bodied in our sketch, but FIVE years af
terward, on the llth Of September,
1914. Thomas Mac1onough met one Of
englaads proud fleets on Lake Cham
plain. At the 6rst br,alsile, the En-
glish Commodore Downie fell, and at
the end of the fight, which lasted two
hours and twenty minutes, without in.
termissison, Commodore Macdonough
was the oonqueror Of Lake Champlain.
He gained proud victory; he had in
dead hnmbled thu nri,1a of kha tvrant.