Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-11-10

DrlilInJ uaV, lnhJ aO eNClicu crown
surged and shouted about Mr.. Days
tavern in Murray street, near the road
to Greenwich. Cunningham, the cruel
and vindictivc British provost-marshal,
stood at the foot Of the fag-pole. from
which iloatcd the stars and stripes, the
flag of the new republic. Come, you
re6el cur" he said to Mr.. Day, 81 give
YOU two minutes to haul down that
rag-rn have no such striped clout as
that flying in the faces of Ills Majesty's
forccsW
There it is, and there it shall stav,"
said Day, quietly but firmly. Cum
ningham turned to his guard.
ARREST that man. be ordered.
"And as for this thing here, I'll haul
it down myself" and, seizing the
halyards, he began TO lower the flag.
! The crowd broke cut into fierce mur-
murs, uncertain what to DO. But, in
the midst of The tumult, the door of the
tavern flew open, and forth sailed
Mrs. Day, armed with her trusty
broom.
Hands off that flag, you Villains
and drop my husband!" she cried, and
before the astonished Cunningham
! COuIN LtUIlLC lllC SlbUdOlOHs lut DlOOll
came down thwack! thwack! upon his
powdered wig. Old men still lived,
not twenty years ago, who We're boys
in that excited crowd, and remem-
berei how the powder flew from the
stiff white wig, and how, amidst jtcrs
and laughter, the defeated provost
marshal withdrew from the unequal
contest, and fled before the rcsistless
sweep of Mrs. Days all-conquering
broom.
Sir Guy Carleton, X. c.. B., comman-
der-in-chief of all His Majesty'S forces
in the colonies, stood ut tho foot of the
flagstaff on the northern bastion of
Fort George. Before him filed the
departing troops OF his king, evacu-
ting the pleasant little city they had
occupied for over seven years. The
waves of the bay sparkled in the sun
light, while the whale boats, barges,
gigs, and launches sped over the water,
bearing troops and refugees to the
transports, or 30 the temporary camp
on Staten Island. The last act of the
evacuation was almost completed; and,
rs to the strains of appropriate music
the cOmmander-in.c chief and his stat.
passed down to the boats, the red
cross of st. George, England's royal
flag, came futterlng down from it's
high staff on the north bastion, and the
last of the rear-guard wheeled toward
the slip. But Cunningham, the pro-
vost-marshal, still angered by the
thought of his discontinue at Days
tavern, declared roundly that no rebel
flag should 60 up that staff in sight Of
C.' : u
now, You blue jackets,' he shouted.
turning to some Of the sailors from the
fleet. "Unreeve the halyards quick;
slush down the pole; knock off the
stepping gcleats! Tnen let them run
their rag up if they can" His orders
were quickly obeycd, and the marshal
left the now liberated city. In few
moments, Colonel Jackson, hating
before the flagstaff, ordered up the
stars and stripes
"The halyards are cut, Colonel"
reported the color sergeant; .'the
cleatS are gone, and the pole is
slushed."
"a mean trick, indeed" exclaimed
the indignant colonel. "a good
iacobus TO him who will climb the staff
and reeve the halyards for the stars
and stripes"
81 want no money for the job" said
a young sailor-ad as he tried it man
fully once, twice, thrice, and each time
came slipping down covered with slusA
and shame. 'I'll Tx 'em yet," he said.
'lf yen but saw me up some cleats,
III run that flag to the top in spite of
all the Tories from 'Sopus to Sandy
Hook"