The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-07-01
MAJOR zAGoNYI's GUIDE.
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uarolis-d hseif before tie door o
eaist farm house. shout fwo mite.
from sprpgf 10. Missouri. Two We
men aud tt.fse yosne lasis hsi jasl
RAJ -cd q yefy nn.8esi itls flag and
- the wind losled 4 srarela.iy n thy
air, they gave three cl4cers Tor ii,
stars aad STRIPES. eaeers which il 10
loud were eersielg hearty. IL,
yoaager OF tie women, Lucy nsdlY
moshe @. lle boss stood eazing up d
sad as he ,hgs gaxed. her f.ee pal
on a logk ~ iera determination i'm
sle mumurea lom. beiNten beer NJ.
most shui teeth. Ii shan't come down
again while i've.
/ Yes twill, mother broke ~ one oI
4 Tie boys, for the seceshers are in
town again, ard they'll make 700.
! His mother did not notice bim. bui
turning to the older woman, said, l'or
/ Williams sake, mother, we'il keep il
lup.' Even before she had done speak.
ling. the sound OF horses feel was
heard, and the Youngest boy. cIineing
to her dress, tried 10 draw her into
The house, crying out, There they
come; q, mother, run While the
old grandmother retreaiing behind
the door, trembled yisibly but the
noiher Stood firm, awaiting the men
whom she knew only 100 well. Only
one little month before they shot down
her husband, like dog, because he
said his house was his own, and he
should hoist just what flag seemed to
him best over il. They shot hin be-
fore her eyes, and his hearts blood
had sprinkled the very ground where
she stood, and | wonder not that the
look in her eyes was scarcely woman
ly. Down the road they came, doz-
en- confederate rufiians, called soldiers
by courtesy, and chivalry by Mr..
William Russell. They we're well
armed aud mounted, and as they thun-
dcrcd up 10 the door the leader shout
cd, Down with that damn Yankee
rag; If you DON'T Ill blow your
brains out.
No notice was taken, the woman
might as well have been stone.
Luce Dudly, don't ye lear me I?
and be pointed his revolver at her.
Il hear, Bill Armstrong.
Blast ye, then, why dou't you
mind"
Because | won't
You won't, won't YOU z and he
fred, but missed lie swore madly
II hi, Horse or shying; and as he did
"a, she said This is my house and
This is my flag; want il here and
shall have il here. You can shoot
me and then pun il down; you Ger.
iainly Won't before
One man shouted, We amt cut
tiroats, We don kill women and chill
dreu.'
You have killed women ard chill
dren more than once, was the taunt-
ing answer. Several Of the men, old
neigihors OF hers, felt the thrust and
quailrd before her eye, While others
drew their pistols but the leader
throwing up the weapol nearest him
went on.
Wal. Luce, yictuals and drink we
have got 70 have, and we won't 20 un-
der thai cnssed rag.
Vieiuals and drink ! cant help
your having, but if | am going TO get
item for you, you come in through
this door.
Evidently her look daunt@d them,
for as bold as they were, they were
bad. and they knew it; so with rude
laugh the captain dismounted, shouted
come on, boys, and, leaving their
horses to the care Of the children, they
one after tile other went into the kitch-
en-, and drank eagerly Of the whiskey
set before them. As they thus drank,
they became wonderfully communica-
tive; and, listening eagerly, Lucy
heard that they bad been sent out
from Springfield, with some fifty 9TH
ers, to see if anything could be seen
of the advance guard Of Fremoni's
army, who were supposed TO be in the
vicinity. She found that this party |
had been stopping at one house and
another. drinking and devastating, and |
very naturally had divided, and that
Armstrong meant to wait until the |
rest came up, and start for the town |
together from her house. She like |
wise learned that they had not seen /
ANYTHING Of the Lincoln soldiers. She |
gave them their I'LL Of liquor, she let 1
them eat the best the house afforded, |
and as she was taking pitcher to get |
more whiskey her keen ears caught |
The sound OF distant fife. Arm
strong heard il too, and. with an oath,
said them lazy lubbers Of his were at
last coming, and the old woman must
take some more dodgers along.
Lucy had taken the pitcher, and
closing The door behind her, almost
few out into the yard, and taking the
oldest boy by the shoulder, said in a
terribly itoarse voice, Tom, run for
yonr life. over the moving, through
he lane, and tell those men you will
meet to take down their flag, stop
playing Yankee Doodle, and come up
hrongh the lane with you, and they
an Ct every one of these men,
Don't let The grass grow under your
eei. boy
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