Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1875-05-06


Another morning just two hours old
A >undsy morning, clear and cold sud still
without. the sickle of waning moon
i dropping from the hand OF Nisht; the siee
Biuc dawn hAs Tuni ln twain the curtaluud
east,
\ sharp. irosh wind Is creeping from the
narsh-
Rusiiiny the d .Ad leaves in the naked wood.
And wax ming. hcrc aud there, shNrriug bird
lhai came 100 early IRON ~ iropic hauuts.
thin the little farmhouse all IS >tili-
save the clocks ticking in the hall below
Ana, now aud then. crIckct's chirp upon
! b. hearth, or ss,amle ring Of mice between
The loo> >ancl lath,
Twicc-ihricc, snI vet again.
- Col, wh4i can it m Al Ia, cry-thr .hE.ck-
The loud alarm call-the tr1mplng feet
! he yehoiug cla;ter on the bridge below
Aud haIA. The same weird cry. a hail mile on
Like startled doe. and doubling II She walked
or slept. the little Hulda rose. ran down
lhe creAking stars, threw wide the great hail
door.
And catching one las, word. "The British -
clear
And loud the wild alarm cry she bore
FROM room to room. until the old house rang
" IN ghost-llkc echoes. In hi, upper lof
! j" brother heard, and from IT, hidIng-piacc
Beneath the caves he seized the old heirloom.
! he heavy fowiiug-pieee hi hther bore
~ 4 biA'+lASs nlAti III Tue IrEGe ASSAULT
lie ieil Win mortal wound. The 'red-coats'
They shAIl not say we know but clilIrcn',
play
" ith bullets. Thi. old gun--it never yet
Missed aim" And Hash u fire shot from his
eyc-
While. neryOusly. he rubbed the rusty lock
And made resolve, in all the strength and zeal
OF Young. hot blood. 10 prove himselfth day
4 brave mans worthy son. Then, with a smile
The proud boy-soldier kissed away the tears
On Huida's cheeks, sooihed the poor mothers
shouldered his gun. and hastened with light.
lcrt stcp. 10 JOIN the neighbor's son who stood
just at the door, and standing. looked within,
And, looking. read in Hulda's eyes-ah well,
certain thing that neryed him for a fight,
All, well to-day Why should here rppeAt
The story Of that Sabbath: Word for word
You know il well-the fight ST Lexington
he onward march 10 Concord, where the
stores
They say were hid; the conflict short and sharp
Just at the bridRe-the sudd n British route
he herce bush-tghling farther on; and then
The broken RANKS, the backward flight, the
first
Great blow for freedom. So the record stands,
And 50 to-day. from well-ihumbed histories,
Our careless children rattle of the facts
And yet, when all is laid, what do we know
OF that one day-beyond the bare outline:
In Hulda's home the laggard hours crept by
a IN a fearful dream; the gathering feet,
The quick excited cries, had died away
Ere long 90 Lexington they said the troops
HAD ha-tenedl, yet the very silence seemed
Like that dead calm before The hurricane.
\ distant shot, and, now and then, the smoke
And sitting breath Of powder hat was all.
Yet Hulda and the mother, a they looked
Aud listened, felt sudden dread-s thrill
Of quick, sharp agony. All. dearer far
Than our own lives we ever hold the loved.
And our own safety, when, We know that
theirs
AT stake may be, seems TO our tortured minds
very shame and crime,
AT close Of day
The sunday garments lay upon the shelf.
stll folded; and the catechi>m task
The long, hard lesson dreaded all the week
Why. Hulda had not thought of it all day.
Ana now the last red ray had shot athwart
The pines, ending the hours Of sacred rest
(tor 50 they reckOned them from sun 10 sum.
And from the upper shelf the mother took
HeT knlttlng work, while Hulda, with a touch
Dull and mechanic, gan TO wind against
The morrows' STINT, her distaff; lust beside
The lattice window stood her wheel the shreds
Ot snow, the lazy brook, the lilac buds.
The fresh ploughed fields beyond, it was the
Nay. could it be the same isir scene she saw
But yestermorn:
4 Keeping SKY and a mourning earth
Bleak hills and a bledker rirer-
Dark Forest trltds lrhere the storms hare birth
Bro,ca felds ,chere the dead iedues shirer.
i dim, gray future-tcithiR and trithOut-
Dread fear 10 nay heart is briHgiag.
For IA ne chH dusk, sehsn truth is a doubt!
Ihedrd-d 1hip-p0or-teW singing,
Seven times the orchard boughs, now with
their weight
OF bloom they have drooned now with their
fruitage; in
The gray Old woods the wild-h0wers once again
Pass on in long professor; violet.
And trembling snow-drops, fraii hepatieas
Linnaa bells give place to brighter queens
The stately golden rod, the flaming torch
OF earninals and deep, rich asters-like
The summers sun and shadow, incarnate!
Within the neighbor's yard where burned the
brush
And brier.-the blade, the ear the full corn
stands
At length And allSh time the tide of war
That rose in Middesex hal ebbed and flowed
In one vast stream throughout the land their
bloom
The bright June roses scarce had shed, when
came
The bloody conflict on old CbarlestoWn heights
And, in the far-off South, the ringing voice
Ofbold young Patrick Henry echoed back
Heroic deeds Of stanch Green Mountain BOYS,
Tieonderogs.-Ethan Aliens charge
The brilliant siege at old Crown Point-all
famed
To brighter flame the patriotic fire