The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-11-11
BLOOMFIELD, PA; TUESDAY, NOVEMBER H. 1879

In Livingston's stable, and intended to
descend the creek in large boat There
were twenty of them beside their cap
tain.
Major Bradstone, the leader of the
band, was in temper and heart thor
ough demon, and scrupled not In his
cruelty to destroy the slumbering infant
or the sick wife.
Not a few in that band trembled for q
widowed mother or defenseless sister,
Some were for departing Immediately !;
but James Wilson still retained his grasp
on the Tory's son, and ordered all to be
silent. The prisoner was bound hand
and foot, thick handkerchief tied over
his mouth to prevent his calling for
assistance, and stout cord fastened to a
tree. All hope of escape forsook George
Livingston.
Wilson motioned his little band to fol-
low him, and in few moments they
stood on the top of high precipice
which overhung White Clay creek.
"Now, boys" said Wilson, " the
narrative we have just heard is true, and
as we have no muskets or ammunition,
wemust make the best of the occasion.
The British band will pass this spot in
their boats, and as we have an hour to
work, let us busy ourselves in rolling
some OF these large rocks to the edge of
the precipice, and when the red coats
pass below, let us sink them to the bot
TOM"
Each boy set at work, and in an in
credible short space of time nine huge
rocks, each half ton in weight, were
balanced on the edge of the precipice.-
The creek at this point was not more
than twenty feet wide, and was directly
overhung by the mass of rock upon
which our heroes stood.
If the British descended the creek,
they would certainly pass this spot, and
If they passed it, then death was their
certain fate. In about an hour the
quick ear of Wilson detected the meas
ured beat of muffled oars. q
"They are coming" he whispered /;
let no one drop his rock till / give the
word, and then at once"
Peeping cautiously over the cliff, James
saw the Tory boat slowly but surely ap-
preaching. An officer stood on the bow,
guiding their oarsmen by orders, and the
epaulets on his shoulders told that he
was the identical fiend, Major Brad
stone.
"Don't drop till 1 give the ORDER"
whispered Wilson.
When the boat was about twenty feet
from the rock, the boy leader fell securely
behind his stone defense and shouted:
"Who goes there 7"
In moment the oarsmen ceased row.
ing, and gazed with astonishment about
them. The impetus which the boat had
acquired caused 1t to drift slowly be-
meath the rock, and the leader cried:
"Cut loose, in the name of liberty -
Each boy pushed his rock at that in-
stant, and as as if with one impulse the
gigantic stones fell. A loud shrek from
the dark waters told how the plan sue
ceeded, and as the boys again looked
over the rocks nothing was seen but
few pieces of wood.
The boat burst in pieces, and the occu-
pants found grave at the bottom of
White Clay creek. A cry of victory
burst from the joyous lips of the youth
full patriots, and it was echoed along in
solemn grandeur.
" Now for our prisoner ~ exclaimed
Frank Howard, bounding ahead; but
what was the astonishment of the boys
to find that, in his efforts to get free,
George Livingston had been caught by
the fatal cord and choked to DEATH
There was no time for repining; the
traitor and his son had met their de-
served doom, and there was no one to
mourn their loss.
"Such be the end of Americas foes
forever ~ said James Wilson.
Old Livingston's house was searched,
and, to the surprise of every one, not
only guns, but three brass field pieces,
several barrels of powder, and an abun-
dance of balls were found in the
Tory's cellar.
The military stores found here were
given over TO the American troops, and
found joyous welcome at headquar-
tiers. Had not the British party been SO
signally defeated along the banks of
White Clay creek, the town of Newark,
and the whole Northern part of the
State of Delaware, would have been