The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1861-03-07
VALLEY FORGE.
4 Thrilling Sketch Of the Revolution

Thrilling Sketch OF the KeVOlutlon,
Hidden away there in deep glen, not ma
ny miles from Valley Forge,a quaint old farm
house rose ddrkly over a wide waste of snow.
II was cold, dark winter and the snow
be- an to fa'l-whie from the broa fire place
of the old fam house, ire cheerful blaze Of
massive logs flashed around a wide ana spa
cious room.
Two persons sat by the (ire--a f4her and
child. Tue father who sits yonder, with a
soldiers hclt thrown over his farmers dress,
is man of some fifty years, his eyes blood
shot, his face wrinkled and followed by care,
aud by dissipation more than by care.
And the daughter, who sits in The full light
of the blazs, opposite her father-a slender
formed girl, of some seventeen years, clad in
course lnsey skirt aud kerchiri which made
up the costume of farmers daughter in the
days Of The Revolution.
She was not btaltiul--ah, no
Care-perhaps that disease, Consumption,
which m kes the heart grow cold to pame-
have been busy with thai young fa,e, sharp
enlng It's outlines, and stamping it with de tn
y paleness.
There is no bloom on Tint young cheek -
The brown hair Is laid p'ainly aside from The
pale brow. Then tell me what it is you see
when you gaze in her face.
You look at that young girl, and see moth
ing but the gleam )flwo large eyes, That burn
into your soul
Yes, those eyes are unnaturally large, and
dark and bright; perhaps consumption is feed
ing them.
And, now then, as the father sits there SO
moody and sullen, or the daughter sits there
so sad, and silent, and pale, tell me, pray
you, the story of their lives.
That man, Jacob Mannheim, was peaceful
| happy m an before the h ,voution. Since the
war beg he has become drunken and idle
driven his wife, broken hearted to the grave
and, worse han al, joined band of tory ref.
ugees, who scour h land at tn dead of nj ght,
burning AMI numbering as they go.
70 night, at the hour Of two, tlis tory band
will lie in wait a. neighboring pass, to at
task aud murder the reb.l Wa hngton, whose
starving soldiers are yonder in the haunts OF
yaIIry Forge,
Washington, in lis lonely journeyings, is
wont to pass this farm house lhe cut-throats
| are in the ntx, chamber, drinking and feast
ing, as they wait for two O'Clock at night.
And the daughler Mary for her name was
Mary-'bey loved that name in the good old
ines-what is the story Of her life
She had been reared by her moth r, now
dead, and gone home, to revere this man
Washing on, who will tonight b, attacked
and murdered to revere hlm next to Go !,
Nay, more that m other on her death bed
joined the hands of partizan leader, Harry
Williams, who now shares The crust and cold
at Vall~y Forge.
Well might the maidens eye fash wi un
natural brightness well may her pale face
gather a single burning flash in the GENRE OF
each cheek.
For, yesterday afternoon, she went four
miles, over roads of ice and snow to tell Cap
tain Williams of the plot of the refugees. She
did not reach Valley Forge until Washington
had left on one Of his lonely journeys so
this night at twelve o'clock the partizan com
pany occupied the rocks above the neighbor
Ing pass, to trap The tappers Of Geo Wash
ington,
Y's, that pale and slender girl, remember
ing the words of her dying mother, had bro
ken through her obedience to her father, after
long and bitter struggle. How hard and
sore that struggle in faithful daughter
heart. She had betrayed his pot to his ene-
mics, s,pulating first for the nfe and safety
of her father.
And now, as father AID child are sitting
there, the shouts of the tory refugees echo
non the next chamber, Gs the hand Of the old