The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-09-16
4 New View Of Bunker Hill.

A month or two ago Col. Bangs engaged
young fellow named Scudder as sub edi-
tor of the morning 4rgus. On the day be
fore the anniversary of Bunker Hill, Bangs
asked Soudder if he was familiar with the
history of that battle, and Scudder said he
was. So Bangs told Scudder he would Ike
him to write up little sketch of it for the
anniversary day, and Scudder said he would
try. The next morning the sketch appear
ed in the Argus, and attracted great deal
of attention. When Bangs saw it he called
Scudder in, arj said:
Mr. Scudder, didn't you tell me you
thought you were familiar with the battle
Of Bunker Ilill?"
eyes, SIR
''Well, if that is the case, will be oblg
ed to you if you will mention to me what
you mean when you say:
by four o'clock the confedeIate troops
were ready to make the attack. General
Washington had the oatapults put In line
to await their coming, and, when Napoleon
saw them, he drew his sword, ana excaim
ed: Soldiers! twenty ceLtGries look down
upon you!
M sooner were the battering rams level
ed against the walls of the castle than the
duke of Wellington sent word TO his mother
by Gen. Butler, that he would either win
or be brought back upon his shield. Then
ordering his men to fire at the white of the
enemys eyes, he waited the onset with
that majestic calmness which ever distin
guished the hero of Buena Vista
This was the very crisis of the battle.
Joan of Arc, spying Gen. Jackson behind
the cotton bales, dashed at him upon her
snow white charger, swinging her ponder
! derous battle-ax above her head; her fair
/ hair streamed behind her in the wind
/ As her steed pressed forward her hair
caught in the bough of tree, and, as she
/ hung there, sergeant Bates shot her through
the heart with bolt from an arquebus,
Her last words were: Don't give up the
ship.
The duke could stand it no longer. The
! Mamelukes had slain all of his van guard.
Gen. Sickles had lost his leg and retired on
a pension, and the enemies skirnishers,
lodged in the top of the monument, were
pouring boiling oil on those who attempted
to scale it. Leaping from his horse, he
shouted: Up guards, and at them, and the
next moment, with the glorious flag of truce
in one hand, and his sword in the other, he
hurled his legions upon the lava-beds, and
crushed the savage foe to the earth, killing
among Others, the well known. Gen: Harri
son, afterwards president of the United
States
IL think we shall have to part Mr.. Scud
der. 1t seems to me that your career as q
/ journalist ought to come to an end righ
here / will accept your resignation.
"And if anyone asks you why you lef
the Argus, point out this paragraph AM
say it is because the proprietor was afrai'
e he'd murder you when he read your state
ment that tAt the battle of BunkerIIill th
| oonfederates lost $4,000 and the Cartha
e genians only 600,' and that There is n
: spot in Virginia that the people hold NOR
sacred than that bloody hill where tn
: bones Of Cromwell lie with those Of Roge
Williams, as if they fought against eac
d other in the cause of the constitution an
cheap transportation Point to that lal
e guage, Mr.. Scudder, and your friends wi
understand the situation. Good morning
1t Then Mr.. Scudder withdrew, and he
d now looking for another newspaper to rui