The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-06-24

sued by James R. Osgood & Co.
GRANDMOTHER's STORY OF BUNKER
HILL BATTLE.
AS SHE SAW 1T FROM THE BELFRY.
from the Bunker Hill Memorial
IT'S like stirring living embers, when, at eighty,
che remembers
All the achiugs and the quakings of ''the
times that tried mems sOuls;
When talk of Wing and Tory, when tell
the Rebel story,
To YOU the words are ashes, but to me They're
burning Goals.
had heard the muskets' rattle Of the April
running battle;
Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, can see taelr
red coats till;
But deadly chill comes DER me, as Inc Gay
looms up before me,
When a thousand men lay bleeding on the
slopes of Bunker'S Hill.
Twas peaceful Summers morning, When
the first thing gave us warning
Was the booming OF the cannon from the river
and the shore;
"ChiLd," saws grandma, swhat's the matter,
what is all this noise and clatter!
Have those scalplng Indian oeViis cone !"
murder us once nOre!'
Poor old soul my sides were shaking in the
midst OF ali my quaklng,
To hear her talk OF Indians when the guns oe-
gan to TO az: 49,
She lad seen the burning village, and the
slaughter aud the plllage,
When the Mohawks killed her father with
their bullets through his door.
Then said, "Now, dear old granny, don't
YOU fret and worry any,
For III soon .ome back and tell you whether
this is work or play;
There can't be mischief in it, so l won't be gone
minute
live-long day.
No tire for bodice-lacing or for looking lass
grimacing;
Down my hair went as | hurried, tumbling
halfway to my heels;
God forbid your ever Knowing, when there $
blood around her flowing,
How the lonely, helpless daughter OF a quiet
household feels
it was the Jumping
OF the Corporal, oar old nel9hbor, on that
wooden leg he wore,
With a knot OF women round hint was
lucky had found him,
So followed with the others, and the CorPo-
raj marched before.
They were making for the steeple,- ole
soldier ana his people;
The pigeons clrcled round us as we climbed
the ciealiug stair.
Just across the narrow rlyer--oh, so close Il
made me SILVER!
Stood fortress on the hilltop that but yes
terday was bare.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew
who stood behind 1t,
& Though the earth work hid them from uS, ant
y the stubloru walls were dumb,
Here were sister, wife, and mother, lookln:
wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as the.
said, THE HOUR HAS COKE!
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel ha.
we tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with tn
cannons' deaiening thrill,
When ligure tall and stately round the ram
part strobe sedately;
Il was PRESCOTT, one since told me; ne com
manded ON the hill
Every wo,nan's heart grew bigger when W
saw his manly figure,
With the banyan buekled round II, standln
up straight and tall;
Like a gentleman of leisure who is strolling GU
for pleasure,
Through the storm of shells and cannon-sht
he walked aroun the wall.
At eleven the streets were swarming, for til
red coats ranks were forming;
At noon in marching order they were movin
to the piers;
How the bayonets cleaned and glstened, {
we looked tar down and listened
To the trampling and the drum beat OF Il
belted grenatiers
At length the men have started with chez
lit seemed taint-heartedl,
In their scarlet regimentals, with their knal
sacks on their backs,
And the reddening, ripping water, as after
sea-fght's slaughter,
Round the bargeS gliding onward blushed LIE
blood along their tracks.
So they crossed to the other border, and agai
they formed in order;
Aud the boats came back tor soldiers, can
for soldiers, soldiers still:
The time seemed everlasting to us wome
faint and tasting--
At last they're moving, marching, march,,
proudly up the HILL
We can see the bright steel glaucing all alol
the lines advancing
Now the iron. rank fires volley--they ha
thrown away their shot:
For behind their eartnwork lying, ali the na
above them flying,
Our people need not hurry; SO they wait al
answer not.
Then the Corporal, our old cripple Che wou
swear sometimes and tipplel-
He had heard the ullets whistle Tin the Q
French wary before
Calls out in words OF jeering, Just as II tn
all were heariag--
And his wooden leg thumps fercely on
dusty beltry floor
.sOhl fire away, We villains, and earn Il
Georges Shillin's,
But yell waste a ton OF powder before re
falls:
You may hang the dirt and welcome, they
as safe rs Dan'l Malcolm
Ten foo, beneath the gravestone that you
splintered with your halls!f'
In the hush of expectation. in the awe
trepidstion
OF the dread approaching moment, we are v
nigh bresthless all;