The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1861-10-03

have been of no avail. / strongly sus-
pect that old Tory Livingston has sew
eral in his house, but as he allows no
one to trespass upon his land, am nm
able to say positively" '+
"Why not take party and search
his dwelling ?" asked Frank Howard,
he has no one to help him except his
son George, and can thrash him as
easy as that!'' and the boy snapped
his fingers to imply the readiness with
which he would founce old Tory Liv-
ingston's son. uiat 19o ldss ad
James Wilson's eye sparkled with
Joy. 3iaa '.ae ,i'9 - /
"Now, by the dead of Bunker Hill
will search old Livingston's house
this very night. All who are willing to
60 with me just step forward"
Every boy in the crowd without
moments hesitation stepped forward.
The boys eyes flashed like stars.
With firm tread and the utmost
silence the young heroes took up their
march for old Squire Livingston's.
Livingston had long been suspected
of harboring British spies, and some
of his former laborers had reported
that he kept up a regular correspond
ence with the British commander.
At all events he was generally regarded
by the Wings as a dangerous man, and
therefore avoided. His house was situ-
ated a short distance from Whiteclay
Greek, on the steep hill, surrounded on
oI kx,f, -
a place as one might suppose suitable
for the plotting of treason. At the
time James Wilson and his little band
left the deserted store 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 OBJ
ject was perfectly distinguishable. The
boys walked firmly forward, maintain
ing a solemn silence. At length they
gained back of the creek, and slowly
followed the winding path, soon came
to little low bridge, which crossed a
shallow rivulet leading forth into
Whiteclay
James Wilson ordered them to halt.
"Let Frank and l reconnoiter the
premises first, to see if any danger may
be apprehended. All the rest of you
stand here until we return. Make no
noise, and keep constant watch"
James and Frank silently departed,
and were soon lost in the thick woods
through which the path ran. Scarce
had they gone from their companions
ere the quick ear of Wilson detected a
noise. 'Hist!'' said he to Frank, as
he pulled him behind a gigantic beech
tree. The noise soon revolves itself
' into a human football, and in another
moment George Livingston, the Tory's
son stood opposite the tree. james
Wilson darted from his cover, grasping
the boy by the neck. The cowardly
l. youth trembled like reed.
"Speak one word and I'll toss you
into the creek % whispered his captor
The Tory's son was struck dumt
with fright, and found himself in the
e midst of the whole group of boy heroes
: with the vice-like grip of James and
. Frank on either arm. r...
"Now," said James answer me
e promptly and truly, or I'll make your
v position uncomfortable. Do you hear
: Who are in your fathers house at this
moment ?" .-Ir .f....
n "I-I-cannot tell" answered the
: half dead boy.
J. "You shall tell, Or, - ~.,...-r
= "Spare me aud l will disclose every
thing. When left our house ther,
!. was no one there but our own family
r and Major Bradstone." sf.,....-
;. "Who is be ?" asked James.
/. I" / don't know-I don't indeed"
J. "Tell % threatened Frank. .-ea
r "He is Captain of the Yorkshir,
O dragons" ,svsf ...-.7. ,,,-
The blue eyes of Frank glistenet
n with joy, and he soon gained from tn,
n tory's son revelation which stamped
n his father a traitor of the most appal
g ling character. He discovered tha
If old Livingston not only kept up a cor
If respondence with the British comman
It der, but he had so plotted in his traitor
If Gus design that the village of Newarl
v was to be burned to ashes, and it
d women and children left exposed to tn
a pittiless foes. The old Tory was to re
ceive as his reward the land whereof
l. the village stood, and an annual pen
N sion from the British government.
l. But strange that all the plot was f
t. be consumated on that very night tn
y Tory's son had been captured, while h
d was going on an errand to a Tor,
e neighbor about two miles distant. Tn
n little band learned, too, that the Britisl
4. troops had secured their horses in Liv
ir ingston's stable, and intended to de
n scent the creek in large boat. Their
n were twenty of them besides their cap
v tain. Major Bradstone, the leader Q
lie the band, was i'm temper and heart
e thorough demon, and scrupled not il
ic his cruelty to destroy the slumberin.
d infant or the sickly wife. Not few il
is that youthful band of patriots tremble'
e for widowed mother or a defenceles
1T sister. Some were for departing i'm
t, mediately; but James Wilson, stlllre
Dr. tanning his grasp on the Tory's son, OF
e dered all to be silent. The prisone
4 was tied hand and foot, a thick hand
Ie kerchief was bound over his mouth t
, Il prevent him from calino for a occ;stanoe