Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1875-06-24

Story Of the Battle OF
Bunker Hill.

IT'S like stirring living embers when, at eighty
All the achings and the quakings of 1.-The time
vbep talk of WHO and Tory when tell the
TO YOU the words are ashes, but to me they're
burning Goals.
rhas heard the muskets' rattle Of the April run
ming battle;
Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, can see theit req
Rnt deadly chill comes DER me as the day looms
When a thousand men lay bleeding on the slopes
of Bunker Hill.
Twas a peaceful summers morning, when the
first thing gave us warning
Was the booming of the cannon from the river
ucbild." saws grandma, whats the matter?
what is all this noise and clatter!
Have those scalping Indian devils come to muir
der US once more!'
Poor old soul! my sides were shaking, in the
midst of all my quaking,
To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began
to roar;
She had seen the burning village, and the slaugh-
ter and the pillage,
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 I'll soon come back and tell you whether TINS
is work or play;
There can't be mischief in it so won't be gone
minute
For minute then started. was gone the live
long day
No time for bodce-lacing or for looking-glass
grmacing; .
Down my hair went as hurried, tumoiihg haI'
way to my heels;
God forbid your ever knowing, when there 5 DlOod
around her flowing,
How the lorely, helpless daughter OF quiet
household feels!
Ia the street heard humping; and knew 1t
was the stumping
or the Corporal, our old nelghbor, on That WOOD
en- leg he wore,
With knot of women round hint was lucky
| had found him.
SO followed with the others, and the corporal
marched before.
They were making for the steeple-the Old SOL
der and his people,;
The pigeons clrcled around us az we climbed the
creaklng stair.
just across the narrow river-oh, so close 1t made
me SILVER!
Stood fortress on the hll-top mat Dut yesterday
was bare.
Not slow your eyes to find it; well we knew who
stood behind it,
Though the earthwork hid them from US, ana the
stubborn walls were dumb;
Here We're sister, wife and mother, looking wild
upon each other,
And their lips white with terror as they
said: THE HOUR HAS COME!
The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we
tasted,
And our heads were almost splitting with the
cannons' deaienng thrill.
When figure tail and stately round the rampant
strobe sedately:
II was Prescott one since told me; he command
ed on the hill
Every womans heart grew bigger when we saw
his manly figure,
With the banyan buckled round 1t, standing up
straight and tall;
Like gentleman of leisure who is strolling out
for pleasure,
Through the storm OF shells and cannon-shot he
walked around the wall.
At eleven the streets were swarming, for the red
coats ranks were forming;
At noon in marching order they were moving TO
the piers;
How the bayonets cleaned and glistened as we
looked down and listened
To the trampling and the drum beat of the belted
grenadiers.
Al length the men have started, with cheer Ut
seemed faint-hearted),
In their scarlet regimentas, with their knapsacks
their backs,
And the reddening ripping water, as after sea
Round The barses gliding onward blushed like
blood along their tracks.
SO they crossed TO the other border and again
they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came foi
soldiers, soldiers still;
The time seemed everlasting to Us women, faint
and fasting
Al last they're moving, marching. marching
proudly up the hill.
We can see the bright steel glancing ell along
the lines advancing
Now the front rank fires o volley-they have
thrown away their shot:
For behind their earthwork lying, all the balls
above them flying
Our people need not hurry; they wait anC
answer not.
Then the Corporal, our old cripple Che would
swear sometimes and tpple)-
lie had heard the bullets whistle Gin the ole
French war before
Car, ont in words of jeering, just as if they al
were hearing
and bis wooden leg thumps hercely on the du-tl
hclfy noor:
"o-, fire away We villains, ana earn king
Georges sailliu's,
Ba'yel- waste ton Of powder before a rebel
falls;
You may bang the dirt and welcome, they re a.
safe a. Dan1 Malcolm
Zen foot beneath the gravesioue that you "
spAniereG with your balls!
IL '5e hush and expectation, in the awe an'
tTepdatiuE
q. The dread approaching moment, we are well
nigh breathless all;
-l2gsa the rotten bars are failing on the riCket'
ge.fry railing
are crowdng mp against them like the wave
against wall.
t.st glimpse rhe air il clearer)-they are near
observation-disclosures.
Ale1 : hash-a curling smoke-wreath-theu
crash-the stesple shakes
l-l deadly truce Is ended; the tempests shrou
:, -euded:
Like morning mist it gathered, like thsnde'
cloud il breaks!
O., the sight orr eyes discover as the blue-blac
smoke blows overt