The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1889-09-27

don't?" But as she somehow had got the
confidence of the general she spoke to him
| in this conversation about her fears, when
lie assured her that nothing of the kind
should occur Further than this he con-
tinued, ''to show my good will, il you
have any friends or relatives in Salem Jail
give me their names and | will liberate
them Immediately on my return to Salem"
Children, did ever you see the old Salem
jail? No. Well it was gloomy looking
old structure of heavy chseled stone
standing on the corner of Market and Fen
wick (now Broadway streets, having its
entrance on Broadway, where the ascent
was made by several stone steps. Back
of it, between the Jail and court house,
was yard or court in which prisoners
were allowed at times to air themselves
and where sometimes criminals were exc
cuted When quite boy | saw Joseph
Tredway hung in this very yard Well.
in this old Jail at that time there were
large number of political prisoners, Quak-
ers chiefly, who would not do military
duty, and of this latter were several rela-
tives of my aunt's, and so sure enough after
the British had left our house and reached
Salem, back came two or three of these
latter prisoners in jail. Well now | am
fast reaching the close Of my story and
will leave you little fellows, many of whom
lived within gun shot, cannon shot any
how, of where all these thrilling scenes
once occurred, to enquire of Pop and Moth
er about what they know of the locality
or its history. Probably you may find
some one about them who will be able to
supplement this simple story with great
deal more of interesting matter than any
thing have told. ''But don't stop vet"
loa1 r.
there, (oh pshaw, that was slip of the
tongue meant from little fellow on a
back seat there lyon haven't told us how
aunm got along with the folders while
there, what they had to say, what they
done and all that" Well, it's pretty hard
to tell all that now since grandmother is
long since dead and gone, and didn't
question her as closely, I'm afraid, as you
little folks are questioning ssUncle john
but from what | remember aunt went on
in pretty much her usual way, as much so
at least as possible Gas we sometimes say
under the circumstances. OF course there
wasn't the usual house cleaning. hopping
down the uncarpeted oaken floor with
broom and suds and afterward, when dry,
sprinkling it with clean white sand. There
wasn't much securing of andirons and
tongs and shovels nor pewter plates and
candle sticks, and the bleaching OF linen
and combing of flax probably had rest,
but am sure that aunt would sit at times
and revolve the swiftly turning spinning
wheel and think and think and think
Then | suppose she had enough to do in
looking after the servants and making the
best she could of the severe trial upon
her But il aunt was glad to see them go,
she was doubly glad to see her husband,
the colonel, come riding home one day safe
and sound without a scratch or scar. '1f
Anthony only is spared to get back all
right, she would often say, Il don't care
what becomes of our property
after while came the last battle" con-
tinued grandmother, ssthe last soldier had
returned to his home across the sea and
then indeed was there great rejoicing all
over the county. We were free then from
wars rude alarms and il ever there was a
grateful people it was ours, for
America had gained the day,
And the British had retreafed.-f
All me, that was a long, long time ago
and it makes me sad to think that grand
mother and all her large family Cher last
child son dying in Bridgeton within
year or SO, aged nearly ninety are gone,
and that her nearest kin now, grand chill
dren, are well advanced in years and will
soon pass away also. One feature con-
neeted with the subject of this story and
shall close. All the days of my grand
mother, except the few passed at the home
of her daughter in Bridgeton where she
died, were spent in Salem county and
good part of them on the old homestead
owned for long time by the late Joseph
Hackett and heirs, just a mile or so north
of the Alloway station on the W. J. Il. Il.
Some of your parents will remember this
place, il you do not, from the circumstance
of mammoth skeleton being found on
the premises some Is years since. The old
house where grandmother spent the most
of her days, (not the present brick edifice)
was an old style old time building, into
which horse could, and was, driven in at
one door, with back log for the fireplace,
and out the other opposite. Grandfather
kept number of horses and number of
teams and furnished the government some
of the best live oak for vessel building OBJ
tanned during the war OF 1912. But |
have kept you in your seats already too
long, and now ends this story.
UNCLE JoHN.