The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1862-05-06

cannot solicit your acceptance Of an Of
flee equivalent to your death warrant"
Nonsense, Ginral yer needn't be a
mite afeered OF my gittin bagoneted or
tomahawked by any of ther thieven red
scamps around yer and as for ther com
missions and rewards, as yer calls 'em, |
don't want none of them yer things
much obleeged to yer, though, Ginral.
And now if yer'll jist tell me what yer
want me ter do, I'm all ready ter 60
ahead with Their thing derectly."
"Thank you again, sir, and now for
your mission. l am anxious TO obtain
information as to the strength ofthe Brit
ish regular force, the number of Indians
with Prescott, and all | can in relation
TO their intended movements, and also if
the enemy can possibly receive rein
forcements from Frenchtown and Mon
roe, before we can become streng thened
by the arrival of our friends from Def
ance, Tiffin and Lower Sandusky -
Preciselee, Ginral, and l ayther cal
culate kin git that yer-in-inform--
action as yer call it, bout as slick as any
in this yer neck of the woods"
Il fully believe it, Castor, and as ev-
cry moment is of lhe utmost importance,
| may hope you will set out on your per-
ilous enterprise as soon as to-night's
darkness shall cover your movements
from these ynx eyed savages, who on
all sides invest u.s."
$50 ! Girral. That chap amt much
of scout that has ter cuta blanket outer
midnight ter kiver him from these red
niggers. | got III yer with ther sun
shinin square overhead, and I'm goin
out again by daylight, in spite of all
ther Injuns on the Maumee. Good by
Ginral. I'll be in ter morrow, with all
ther news yer want" and the borderer
was gone before the astonished Chief had
sufficiently recovered from his surprise
to be able to reply.
How CASTOR Glencoe came in, or how
he managed to go out through that cor
don of cunning savages, that on all sides
enyironed the fort, no one save himself
knew but certain it is, that within two
hours after he left the presence of Gen.
Harrison. he was led prisoner into that
of Col. Poinsett, who commanded the al
vanced division Of Gen. Prescott's army
An abjeet, trembling, cowardly captive,
made prisoner by four Sauc braves be-
fore he had left the fort rifle shot be-
hind him, and with young companion
named Perkens, half-witted bord erer,
dragged per-force into the quarters OF
the semi-sub-representative of his I'm
perial Majesty, George ".
With sufficient political influence, Col
onel Sir Peter Portus Pointsett, might
have been Lord Mayor OF London. With
an ordinary stock of brains, he might
have been an average rate country squire.
With a better figure and some native
grace, perhaps passable life guards
man. But failing these. and having pow
erful friends at court, he became a lire
colonel of infantry, with little clearer
ideas of military strategy, than an ass
has OF Astronomy. However, Sir Peter
commanded the advanced post of the in
yesting army, and into his presence was
brought the unlucky borderer. and his
halt-witted companion.
Dress fat pig in white pants, infant
ry regulation coat and epaulets, and you
will have fair type of the British Col
onel-all save the head, which would be
better represented by that Of an usually
fat four year old baby. Blu. then Sir
Peter had plenty of seli-esieem, and all
of Gen. Proctor's confidence, which was
quite equivalent to all other considera-
tions-in his own opinion at least
Castor. led in by two stalwart war
riors, knelt submissively before the Col.
onel, who with his rotund, dumpy figure
squatted on camp.stool looking vacant
ly complacent, bade his military secre-
tary write down in full all information
Obtained from the prisoner. proceeded to
question him
Well, fellow your name %
Ii its all ther same to you kee.r-nel,
I'd a leetle rayther not say er since I've
been and got colched like a darned
fool"
Just as you please. Your name is
of little consequence. What brought
you here, sir ?"
Wall. kee-r-nel. / spect most like
ly II war these thieven red niggers, hold
in me yer, just as ii ther war afraid I'd
swaller all ther British camp"
. | mean, rascal, what motive had you
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