The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-10-30

tiamen and Knyphausen's stragglers
that made the retreat historical. A
Hessian soldier, wounded IN both legs
and utterly helpless, dragged himself to
the cover of hazel cOpse and lay there
hidden for two days. On the third day,
maddeHed By thirst,, he managed TO
creep TO the raii-fence of an adjoining
farmhouse, but found himself unable
TO mount it or pass through. There was
no one in the house but little girl of
six or seven years. He-called TO her,
and in q faint voice asked for water.
She returned TO the house, as If to COM
ply with his request, but mounting a
chair took from the chimney a heavily
loaded "Queen Anne" musket, and
going to the door, took deliberate aim
at the helpless intruder and fired. The
man fell back dead without groan.
She replaced the musket, and returning
to the fence, covered the body with
boughs and leaves until it was hidden.
Two or three days after she related the
occurance ia a careless casual way, and
leading the way TO the fence, with a
piece of bread and butter in her guile
less little fingers, pointed out the result
of her simple, unsophisticated effort,
The Hessian was decently buried, but I
could not find out what became Of the
little girl Nobody seemed to remem-
Der. trust that in after years she was
happily msrried-that no Jersey love
lace attempted to trifie with heart
whose impulses were 50 prompt and
whose purposes we're so sincere They
did not seem to know if she had mar
ried or not. Yet it does no seem proba-
BILE chat such simplicity OF conception,
franlIness of expression and deftness of
execution were lost TO posterity or that
they failed in their time and season to
give flavor TO the domestic felicity of
the period. Beyond this, the story per-
haps has little value, except as an offset
t. the usual anecdotes Of Hessian afro
city.
They had their financial panics even
in Jersey in the old days. She remem-
bered when DR.. White married your
cousin Mary, or was it Susan ?-yes, it
was Susan she remembers that your
uncle Harry brought in an armful of
bank notes-paper money, you know
and threw them in the corner, saying
they were no good to anybody. She re-
membered playing with them, and Civ
ing them to your aunt Anna no, child
it was your own mothor, bless your
heart. Some Of them was marked as
high as SlOO. Everybody kept gold and
silver in a stocking, or in 8 "ehaney /"
vase like that. You never used money
to buys sauythiug. When Josiah vent to
Springfield to buy anything he took a
cartload of things with him to'exchange.
That yeller picthre-frame was paid
for in greenings, Bat then people
knew just what they had; they
didn't frittero their substance away
in unehrissrian trihes / like your
father, Eliza Jane, who doesn't know
that there is God who will smite him
hip and ehigh-for vengeance is mine,
aud those that believe in me-but here,
singularly enough, the inferior maxillR-
ries gave ont and her jaw dropped. tQ
noticed that her giddy daughter Of
eighty-fve was sitting near her, but
do not pretend to connect this fact with
the arrested flow Of personal disclosure. }
Howbeit when she recovered her speech
again it appeared that she was complain
ing Of the weather.
The seasons had changed very nuch
since your father went to sea. The
winters used to be terrible in those
days. When she went over to Spring
held, in June, she saw the snow still on
Watson's ridge. There were whole days
when you couldn't git over to William
Henry's, their next neighbor, q quarter
of mile away. 1t was that dreadful
winter that the Spanish sailor was found,
you don't remember the Spanish sailor,
Eliza Jane, It vas before your time.
There was little personal skirmishing,
here, which I feared, At first, might end
in suspension Of maxillary functions
and the loss of the story, bnt here it is.
! All, me il is a pgre white winter idyI
4 how shall I sing Il this bright, sutum.
nal day?
It wasa seFrible might, that winter.
night when she and the century werC
young togethet. The sun was lost al
8 o'clock; The snowy night came dowr
like white sheet that tapped around
the house, beat at the windows with ia
edges, and at last wrapped it in a clos,
Y embrace In the middle of the nigh
they Thought they hesrd above the WIND
a voice crying 'sClaristus Christus r. il
foreign tongue. They opened tbs
door-no easy task in the north winC
that pressed it's strong shoulders agaiRs
It, but nothing Was 70 be seen but th,
drifting snow. The next morning
/ dawaed on fences hidden and land
scape changed and obliterated viii
drift. Duling She day they again hear
/ the cry Of ChristusI'' this time fsiR
and hidden like q child's voice. The,
searched in vain; The drifted snow hi.
its secret. On the third day they brok
q path to the fence. and then they hear
! the cry distinctly. DIGGING down, The.
found the BODY Of 4 man. spanisl
I saiIor, dark and BEARDED. With ear-zing
in bis ears. As they stood gazing dow
81 his cold and Pulseiess 6guro, the CT,
Of "Christus sgaiR rose upon th
wintry air, and they turned and aed i