The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-09-01

| echoed the crowd.
Among these cries, the citizens ran
along faster and faster, cooking their mus
kets, brandishing their hatchets, and
looking death and defiance in all direc-
| tons
No violence, however, had as yet been
committed, and the file of horsemen who
were guarding the approaches Of the Bu-
itenhof remained cool, unmove1, silent,
much more threatening in,their impassi>
bility, than all this crowd of burghers,
with their cries, their agirstion, and their
threats The men on their Horses, indeed,
stood like so many statues, under the eye
of their chief. Count lilly, the captain of
the mounted troops of the Hague, who
had his sword drawn, but held it with its
point downwards, in line with the straps
of his stirrup.
This troop, the only defence of the pris-
on, overawed by its firm attitude not only
the disorderly riotous mass of the popu-
lace, but also the detachment of the
burgher guard which, being placed oppo-
site the Buitenhof to support the soldiers
in keeping order, gave to the rioters the
example of seditious cries, shouting
"Hurrah for Orange! Down with the
traitors r
The presence of lilly and his horsemen,
indeed, exercised salutary check on
these civic warriors; but, by degrees, they
waxed more and more angry by their own
shouts, and as they were not able TO I'M
derstand how any one could have courage
without showing it by cries, they attrib-
uted the silence of the dragons to pusil-
lanimily, and advanced one step towards
the prison. with all the turbulent mob fol-
lowing in their wake.
In this moment, Count Tilly rode forth
towards them single-handed, merely lit
ing his sword and contracting his brow
whilst he addressed them:-
"Well, gentlemen Of the burgher guard,
what are You advancing for, and what do
you wish?"
The burghers shook their muskets, re-
peating their cry
"IIurrah for Orange! Death to the
traitors =
Hurrah for Oranger all well and
good " replied lilly, although 1 GER
Iainly am moro partial to happy faces,
than to gloomy ones. Death to the trai-
tors as much of it as you like, as long as
you show your wishes only by cries. But,
as to putting them to death IN good
earnest, am here TO prevent that, and /
shall prevent it."
Then. turning round to his men, he
gave the word of command
Soldiers, readyv'
The troopers obeyed orders with pre-
cision which Immediately caused the
burgher-guard and the people to fall
back, in degree OF confusion which ex>
cited the smile o: the cavalry officer.
"Halloar' he exclaimed, with that
bantering tone which is peculiar to men
of his profession: "be easy. gentlemen,
my souIdiers will not fire shot; but, on
the other hand you will not advance by
one step towards the prison"
"And do You know, sir, that we have
muskets?" roared the commandment Of the
burghers.
81 must know it, by Jove, you have
made them glitter enough before my
eyes; but beg you to observe, also, that
we on our side have pistols, that the pis-
tol carries admirably to distance of fif>
ty yards, and that yoa are only twenty
five from u.s.
Death to the traitors! p cried the ex>
asperated burghers.
go along with you" growled the Off
cer you always cry the same thing over
again. 1t is very tiresome."
With this, he took his post at the head
ofhis troops, whilst the tumult grew fercer
and fiercer about the Buitenhof
Andyet, the Tuning crowd did not know,
that at the very moment when they were
tracking the scent OF one of their victims,
the other. as if hurrying to meet his fate,
passed, at distance of not more than a
hundred yards, behind the groups OF people
and the dragons, to betake himself to the
Buitenhof
John De Witte indeed had alighted
from his coach with servant, and quietly
walked across the courtyard Of the prison.
Mentioning his name to the turnkey,
who, however, knew him, he said:
Good morning, Gryphus, am coming
to take away my brother, who. as Won
know, is condemned to exile, and TO carry
him out of the town"
Whereupon the jailer, sort OF bear,
trained to lock and unlock the gates OF
the prison, had greeted him and admit
ted him into the building, the doors OF
which were Immediately closed again.
Ten yards further on, John De Witte
met lovely young girl, Of about seven~
teen or eighteen, dressed in the national
costume ofthe Tristan women, who, with
pretty occurrences, dropped a courtesy 70
him. Chucking her under the chin, he
said to her
| ''Good norninr my rood and fair Rosa.