The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1875-06-24


sued by james r. ofgood Co., OF Boston,
sRANpMoTHER's STORY OF BUNKER HILL
r4ra. BATTLE
AsaHEsAw IT PROM THE BRLPRY,
,Rls-like stirring -iiving cubers whom ~ eigntS'
one remembers L} f.'f
All Ihe achings and the quakings Of "the times
that tried mems souls;"
When l talk Of Whtg and T0rE when tell the
6Reba story,
70 you the words are ashes, but to me they're
burning Goals. .t,,,
had heard the musket rattle. of the Aprilrun-
ming battle; CHH VOL
Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, can see their red
coats still ..F.
But a deadly chill comes DER me AZ the day looms
"a mp before me, .... .....l
when thousand pen lay bleeding on tho slopes
Of Bunkers Hill.
Twas peaceful Summers morning when the hrs
thing gave us warning .lrU,l
Was the booming OF the cannon from the river
and the shore ,f f.b .iIf9.f
Child" says grandma, whats the matter, what
Is all this noise and clatter2 r'
Have those scalping Indian devIlsCome tomardef
us once more p
Poor old soul my sides were shaking in the midst
of all my quaklng
To hear such talk Of Indians when the guns began
10 roar:
Bhe had seen the burning village, and the slangn-
TER and the pillage,
When the Mohawks killed her father with their
bullets through the door
Then l said, Nov, dear old granny dontyou fret
and worry any,
For III soon come back and tell you whether this
Ia work or play;
There can't be mischief In 1t, 50 ] won't be gone 4
minute .,. ..-,.
For minute then started. ] was gone the live
long day.
No time for hodice-lacing or for looking'glass
grimacing ll
Down my hair went as hurried, tumbling half.
way to my heels.
God forbid your ey er knowing, when there's blood
around her flowing
How the lonely. helpless daughter OF quiet
household feels .,..,.... ...r
In the street heard humping, and knew II
was the stumping
OF the Corporal our old neighbor, on that wooden
leg he wore
With knot Of women round hint was lucky |
had found him,
30 followed with the Others, and the Corporal
marched before.
They were making for the steeplc-the old soldier
and his people;
me pigeons circled round US as We climbed the
creaking stair.
Just across the narrow river-oh, so close It made
me shiver
Stood fortress on the hilltop that but yesterday
vas bare,
Not slow our eyes to find It: well we knew who
stood behind 1t,
Though the earth work hid them from MS and the
stubborn walls were dumb: sF
Here were sister, wife and mother looking wild
upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said
THE HOUR HAS CONE
The morning sloVly;wNsted, not a morsel had we
tasted
And our heads were almost splitting with the can
mons deafenng thrill,
When figure tall aud stately round the rampant
strobe gedately. ....#t
II was Pres cott one since told me- he commanded
on the hill
Every woman's heart grew bigger when We saw |
hiE manly hx1lre
With the bHnysn buckled round il, ssndins up 50 |
straight and tall;
Like gentleman Of leisure who is strollng out |
for pleasure.
through tho storm OF shell and cannon -sho, he |
walked around the wall
At eleven the streets we're swsnning, for the red
coatS ranks were forming
Al Doon1i In marching order they were moving 70 |
the piers; .,
How tbe bayouet CLEANED and giistened ss We
looked far down and listened
70 The tSmpling and the drum beat OF the belted
srensdIers
Al length the men have started, With q cheer IL |
seemed fAinthearted)
In their scarlet regmentals, With their knApSacAs
on their backs,
And the rodd'ning. rippliug water, as AFTER sea
lights slaughter,
Round the bsrges gliding onward biushed like |
blood along their tracks.
80 they crossed 10 the other border andagsn they |
formed in order;
And The boats came back for soldiers, came for |
soldiers soldiers still; !
The time seemed everlasting to us women faint
aud fasting
At last they're moving, marching, marching |
proudly upthe hill.
We can soc the bright steel giAneIng oil along the
lines advsncing-
Now tho front rank fires a volley-they hsve |
thrown away their shot, f...sl
For behind the earthwork lying all the balls |
above them flying 3
Our people need not hurry; 80 they walt and an.
swer not
Then The Corporal, OUR cripple the would swear
sometimes and tipplel
He had heard the bullets whistleUn the old French |
arybefore
Calls out IN words Of jeehng. just as Il they all
were hearing rI.
And his wooden leg thunps 6ercely on the dusty |
belfry floor '.D
''ohl fire away, ye villains and earn King Georges
shillin's, Af'H '.-
But yen waste ton of powder before rebel
falls
You may bang the dirt in welcome, they're as safe
as pan'l Malcolm.
Ten foot beneath the gTavestone that you've splin-
tered with your bGllsi"
In the hush Of expectation, IN the awe aud trepl |
idaton
OF the dread approaching moment We are well |
nigh breathless, all
Though the rotten bars are falling on the ricbety
belfry railing