Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-08-12

u their loes, III leltstil IetIeateu, ieaNiHS thei
masters of the ground.
What time the noble Lovewel came,
With ffty men from PUNISHABLE,
The cruel Peqnot tribe to tame,
With arms and bloodshed terrible;
Then did the CRIMSON streams that flowed
Seem like the waters of the brook
That brightly shine, that loudly dash
Far down the cliffs of Agiochook.
With Lovewell brave John Harwood came;
From wife and babe twas hard to part
Young Harwood took her by the hand,
And bound the weeper to his heart.
.'Repress that tear my Mary DEAR"
Said HARDWOOD to his loving wife;
1t tries me hard to leave thee here,
And seek in distant woods the strife.
when gone, my Mary, think of me,
And pray to God, that may be
Such as one ought that lives Tor thee
And come at last in victory"
Thus LEFT Young HARDWOOD babe and wife;
With accent wild she babe adieu
1t grieved those lovers sore to part,
So fond and fair, SO kind and true.
Seth wyman,- who in Woburn lived,
A marksman he of courage true)
Shot the first Indian that he saw;
Sheer through his heart the bullet flew.
The savage had been seeking game;
Two guns and exc knife he bore,
And two black ducks were in his hand;
lie shrieked and fell to rise no moret
Anon there eighty Indians rose
Who'd hid themselves in ambush dread
Their knives they shook, their guns they aimed
The famous Paugus at their head.
Good heavens they dance the powwow dance;
What honid yells the forest fills
The grim bear crouches in his den,
The eagle seeks the distant hills.
What means this dance--this pow-wow dance p
Stern Wyman said; with wondrous art
He crept full near--his rifle aimed,
And shot the leader through the heart.
John Lovewell, captain of the band,
His sword he waved that gttered bright,
For the last time he cheercd his men,
~ And led them onward TO the fight.
" Fight on, fight on,n brave Lovewell said;
Fight on while heaven shall give yon breath >
An Indian ball then pierced him through,
And LoyeWell closed his eyes in death.
John Harwood died all bathed in blood,
When he had fought till set of day.
And many more we may not name,
Fell in that bloody battle fray.
When news did come to Harwood's wife,
That he with Logewell fought and died
Far in the wilds had given his life,
Nor more would in their home abide
Such grief did seize upon her mind
Such sorrow filled her faithful breast
On earth she neer found peace again,
But followed Harwood TO his rest.
Twas Pang,is led the Pequot tribe;
As runs the fox, would Paugus run:
As howls the wild wolf would he howl
huge bear skin had Paugus on.
But Chamberlain of Dunstable,
zone whom savage neer shall slay)
Met Paugus by The water side,
And shot HIM dead upon that day.
Is this time to worship God
When Loyewelfs men are dying fast
And Paugus tribe have felt the rod?
The ehaplain's name was Jonathan FRYE
In Andover his father dwelt-
And oft with Lovewell's men he'd prayed,
Before the mortal wound he felt.
man was he OF comely form,
Polished and brave weIl-learnt and kind;
Old Harvard's learned halls he left,
Far in the wilds grave TO find.
All, now his blood red arm he lifts,
His closing lids he tries 10 raise,
And speak once more before he dies
In supplcation and in praise
He prays kind heaven to grant success,
Brave Loyewelfs men to guide and bless,
And when they've shed their hearts blood true
To raise them all TO happiness.
"Come hther, Farwell," said young Frye
You see that I'm about TO die;
Now Tor the love bear to you,
When cold in death my form shall lie:
Go thou and see my parents dear,
And tell them you stood by me here;
Console them when they cry, alas
And wipe away the falling teari"
Lieutenant Farwell took his hand,
His arm around his neck he threw
And said, brave chaplain, could wish
That Heaven had made me die for your
The chaplain on kind Farwelrs breast
Bloody and languishing he fell
Nor afterwards said more than this
81 loye thee, soldier-fare thee well.r
All. many wife shall rend her hair
And many a child cry "Woe is me-"
When messengers the news shall bear
OF Loyewells dear-bought victorys
With footsteps slow shall travellers go
Where Loyewels pond shines clear and bright |
Aud mark the place whose are laid
Who fell in LovewelPs bloody fight
Old men shall shake their heads and saw
a. Sad was the hour and terrible,
When Lovewell brave, 'ganst Paugus went
With iifty men from Dunstable."