The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1876-04-20

rest with Providence and himself, and
| he resolved to escape at once or sell his
life dearly.
Matters quickly came to crisis. As
the host ceased speaking, our hero rose
with dignity, quietly slipped one hand
into his bosom, and said, with calm,
stern air:
Sir, what means this language 2"
cit means that yve know you to be the
rebel spy. and that you'll now get what
you deserve I" replied the host, boldly,
at the same time placing chair under
Deans rife, in order that he might step
up and take il down, he being too short
to reach it from the floor.
"Ughl' exclaimed the Indian, talking
up to Dean, with fierce, menacing
look ''may be so you liel" And sud
denly grasping our hero's false whiskers
he tore thom from his face.
Dean coolly stepped back pace or
two and brought his right hand steadily
from his bosom. The next instant there
the savage, throwing up his arma con-
vulsiveIy, fell backward upon the floor,
shot directly through the forehead and
brain. Then leaping forward, Like
tiger at bay, Dean struck Watrous, who
had already mounted the chair and was
reaching up for the rifle, directly be-
tween the eyes, with the butt of the dis
charged pistol, knocking him senseless
half across the room. An instant after
his own trusty rife was in his hands, and
wheeling upon the frightened groupe,
he cried out
sWho next?"
"For Gods sake" exclaimed the girl,
clasping her hands beseechingly, and
stepping out before her terrified mother
and brother, edo not murder usl
"For yoatr sake, fair angel among de-.
mons, will spare even hins!" said the
man, pointing to the PROSTATE form of
the father "but let not soul attempt
to follow me, or, by the living Power
above us, I will shoot him dead p
He turned as he spoke, darted out of
the house, crossed the clearing, and
plunged into the forest. He pushed on
about mile, rested himself for O few
hours, and then resumed his journey,
which he continued till sunset of the
following day, when he once more found
himself among his friends in Cherry
Valley. The news he brought put the
Inhabitants on their guard, reinforce
ments were sent to the garrison, and for
that time Cherry Valley was saved from
the terrible fate it met the following
year.
OPENING OF THE CONGRESS OF 1774.--
In September, 1774, the delegates from
eleven Provinces assembled in Carpen-
ters' Hall the State-house being occupi-
ed by the Assembly. The venerables
Peyton Randolph was chosen president
and the Man Of Truth, Charles Thorn
son, secretary. There was much hesita
ton as to whether the Congress should
be opened with prayer, or what form Of
prayer would snit Quakers, Churchmen,
and Presbyterians. Mr.. Duche was fl
nally chosen to open the session, and, in
full canonicals, read the usual petitions
and the thirty fifth Psalm. The news
of the cannonade of Boston had just rea-
ched the Assembly. cit seemed,
writes John Adams, IL letter to his
wife dated September Is, 1774, ''as if
Heaven had ordained that Psalm to be
read on that morning." When its sub
lime invocation of Gods help in extrem-
ity had been read, Mr.. Duche broke into
an extemporaneous prayer, which brot
tears into the eyes of every man present
and made them one by an electric SYM
pathy. Charles Thompson afterward
related that profound silence ensued
after the prayer, 80 deep was the sense
of responsibility upon each man present.
A grave-looking man in an unpowdered
wig, coarsely dressed in gray. at length
arose and began to speak, to the annoy
ance of the secretary, who regretted
that country parson, as he supposed,
should have mistaken the occasion for a
display of his ability. 'But an unusual
force of argument and a singular impas-
stoned eloquence soon electrified the
house. and,an excited whisper passed
from man to man, Who Is it 2 There
we're but few present who knew Patrick
Henry"
The members of the Congress were
entertained by the gentlemen of the city
at grand banquet in the State house,
and finally by the Assembly in public
dinner, where the first toast was the
king, and the next Mr.. Hancock comes
early to the front as most noticeable
figure against the background of this
blurred and confused time, not only from
steadiness OF his loyalty when SO many
paused irresolute, but from certain
dramatic instinct in the man which Lifted
him to the height OF every occasion as on
a pedestal. He was about thirty nine at
this period, but looked older, being en-
ieebled by the gout was tall, thin, and
dressed with scrupulous eye to effect.
A visitor describes his morning costume
at home as red velvet cap with band
of fine linen, a blue damask gown, white
eatin embroidered waistcoat, black satin
small clothes, scarlet shoes, and white
silk stockings with jewelled clasps 1t
is likely that Hancock in mind or body
was never found en- dishobilte; and his
dramatic exclamation two years after, as