The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1862-01-09

ItboINeu buDmlSSlOn.
Ii was the tenth of May when the
Port Act was received, and tidiDgs of il
were waited as speedily as possible
from town to town. and from colony to
colony. Sections traversed by stage
coaches were favored nt that era, for the
coaches had always the latest news from
the seat of disaffection, and news was
what the people of all ages and ranks
waited and expected with great aux-
iety.
Long before the hour for the weekly
stage, a group Of men might have been
seen collecting around the old Stanni-
ford Tavern in Windham, ,discoursing on
the subject of common interest to all
From the court house and from the
counter, from the work. shop and from
the plow, they came, eager to catch the
first sound of the drivers horn, and to
hear the rattling of the heavy wheels
down the eastern hill. Women with
children in their arms stood at the door
to look out at the four-horse vehicle,
and prisoners in the gloomy old Jail
gazed through their grated windows to
watch it as it passed.
"There she comesl' exclaimed half n
dozen voices at once from the tavern
stoop. 81 hear her on the top of Zion's
Hill. Smith toots loudly to day. He's
get news--no mistake about iti'
Blowing his horn most vigorouslv
the driver came dashing down the dusty
road,his fine horses scarcely touching the
ground over which they passed. Beau.
tlfully they described their circle in
front of the stage-house, bringing the
coach door and the ladies' entrance in
moment side by side. While the dri.
var, with one hand, was guiding his
team through their we'll known figure.
with the other he scattered q handful
amidst the bystunders; copies of the
Boston port bill, edged with black in
token OF mourning; also an appeal from
the citizens of Boston, asking counsel
and aid of the sister colonies in their
time of trial. Sad news this from "eood
old Boston"-for Boston, then as now,
was the pride of Now England.
Before the coach was started apain
on its way to Hartford the bills were
posted all over the village; one on the
great elm before the tavern door-the
same tree on which the jolly little Bac-
chus sat for so many long years astride
MS tun; second was secured to anoth-
er large elm little further to the north.
third to the whipping post, which
stood on the meeting house corner, and
the fourth to the court. house door
Before night they we're sent to the most
remote sections Of the town, and all true
Wlndhamites pledged themselves not
only to make common cause with the
colony, but to wage perpetual
warfare against tyranny.
The next day was the Sabbath, and
Parson White-who, like most of the
Ncw England clergy of his time, was a
tanning patriot-carried the subject
With him into the pulpit, and made a
most earnest appeal for their brave, suf.
erlng brethren. He recounted all thew
lad done and all they had suffered
lnce that first odious revenue act had
pread CONSERVATION and alarm through.
ut the land; he spoke with enthusiasm
4 their resistance to the stamp act, and
# the course they had pursued in re.
ard to the tea question, for which they
,ere now suffering the vengeance of the
British Parliament, and being branded
s the "chief of rebels" In conclu.
ion, he exhorted them, as men who
oved their fellow-men, to concert some
,easure for carrying what aid they we're
BILE to the beleaguered city.
There was no lack of attention on
he part Of the parsons audience that
ay; no nightmare of election hung on
is words; it was rousng call to action,
lch as the heart of man both loves
nd approves in things temporal and \
plrltual. The weakest intellect in the
ouse could comprehend the subject
nd its requirements; and before the
lscourse was ended many were calcu.
ting what they could spare from their
wn immediate necessities. Poor little
usa White, as she turned her ewes for
moment from her fathers high pulpit
ward the door, and caught sight of /
eb standing with his front feet on the
u, chewing his cud, and looking so
eek and handsome, felt for the frst
me the appeal directed to berselr.--
.er bright eyes quickly filled with tears. !
Poor Nebby, she thought, III cannot
we him up. He would not make
outhful for so many if l did. He's
the pet I've got, and promised
BOD Deacon Carey to keep him until /
was great sheep" This las: reflec, 4,
on was a momentary sOother. y
AS soon as the blessing was pro.
'unced she hasteaed to the door, feel. +,
g very sofry that Neb should have
zen foolish enough to show himself Z
ere that afternoon. Everybody will ,
saying now, There's one Of the min. {
tor's little gals has got nice fat cos !
which she can spare as well as not!
know they will-And we'll they may,
o but then cant give him up. Poor |
Nebby, wholly unconscious of what
as passing in the mind of his youth, !
mistress, frisked around her as usu. !
licking her little ungloved hands, !
d testifying his joy in the best way
could at her release. .ics :
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