Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1889-11-08
CAMPFIRE STORIES.
HOW JENNIE SAVED Her LOVER.


What, You haven't, Sit down, thon III spin
you the yarn.
'Twas in June, cIS,ythrcc, ana tho hum o. tho
Was sound rarely heard about Lexington
For tho rattlIns o guns and the snnrlins O.
drums
Made the most O. the music we're heard ev'ry
day.
In little brown cot Mt tho odgo OF n lot,
On the old turnpike road that led down to the
fort N
Where the shadows of dusk met to dance
Money Musk"
To the whippoorwiils chorus, dwclt Jennie
McCourt.
All around II the corn raised Its spears TO tho
moor,
In spite o. the vandals in gray and in blue,
For tho hoyhocks tall by tho low garden
wall
Had witnessed two armies pass by in review.
Through that long summer dav she could hear
The low, thu tSundcrou, srowi Of the big Parrott
Till the echoes they woke rolled away in the
And came brokcniy back in the snarl OF the
drums
In the fast waning light, when twas nearing the
night,
Bluceyed Jennie ercpt out the low cottage
gate, ~
Whom squadron in gray came swift riding
that way, ....
And then halted to camp there because 1t was
late.
Now among them there rode one that was dear
rs the sun
To the heart OF Miss .Jennic-n prisoner, too;
He'd one arm in sling, like birds broken
wing,
And gilt caglc cleaned on his shoulder O.
blue.
Then the girl she turned white as ghost in the
light s
Though she spake not word to tho prisoner
there;
But the Lord, who hccds all 10 the spsrrows
thatfall,
Must have sent down nm angel md answered
herprayer.
When the camp.nres' rcd light burned q hole in
She crept out 10 the place where tho wound
cd man lay
Meath huge spreading oak, half concealed by
And she bound OF his wounds in womnns
deft way.
mighty fond o Yunlss," said the Johnnies.
what thanks
Docs yer ever expect that you'll get from
them spiesr
"ob, / thought you were men," proudly an.
swered she them,
And noticed q dangerous CLEAN in her eyes
Then she whispered q word that the prisoner
head,
And she threw him kiss as she vanished
away;
Not Johnnie could see, though It looked plain
tom
There'd be fun in that camp fore the dawn %
the day.
that's bent
By venturcsomo angle to sail through the
skies, sf
While the stars, ono by one, half in fear, half in
fun,
Peeped at earth through the clouds with |
their millions OF eyes.
The lone guard nt his post to and fro liko
ghost |
Paced out to the roadway, thcn back to tho
lane, |
Where he paused to look down on the lights O.
the town,
Gave a shift to his carbine and paced back
again.
with shadowy glide to the prisoners side,
All unseen by the sentry, cropt Jennie Nc. |
Court,
1--WE q horse for you, dear, in the thicket
She low whispered. "Come, mount her and |
ride for the fort"
Not twig did they break, not a bird did they |
wake,
AS together they erept to tho place where It |
stood;
Then she kissed him goodnight and with eyes
all alight
Watched him ride out alone to the edge o.
the wood.
Twas that thoroughbred Nell that he mounted,
and-wcll,
Twas the fash of carbinc, an answering
cheer
Fold the Johnnies that night of their prisoners |
While woman prayed God for his safety in
fear.
Dawn the old turnpike road with Its crippled
blue load
1'he wild thoroughbred dashed with the speed
o. the wind
Never stopping for breath, for the shadow OF
Followed swiftly on cavalry chargers be.
The gray dust, like a veil. from her name to her
Wrapped her close in its folds half hid her
from sight,
While the white necks of foam ever backward
were blown
As sped, Ikea phantom, straight on thro'
the night
The farm watch dogs would bark ms we passed
in the dark
While 'he farmers wife muttcred, "There'u
foxes about"
For how little she knew that soldier in blue
Was then riding q rnce for his life on that |
route
Once q sentry in gray heard us coming his way, |
llprDf' Va
dashed o'er the bridge;
Ere musket could flash, with another wild |
dash,
We had vanished from sight DER the top %
the ridge.
So all through the long night we kept up our
wild flight ~
And the dawn OF the day found us safe ut ,he
i could never half tell oil my thanks to brown
Nell,
And rvc never ceased thanking sweet Jennie
McCourt.
What's become OF the marei Well, she's dead,
declare,
But that brown colt down sonder is one OF her
sons.
Any good, Why, Great scotti Not horse in
Can beat him running. He goes like great
oh, the girl' On my life forgot. She's my
wife, r.E
Though mover knew just why she cottoned
tome. - |
We've family-four growing up round the
door;
That's Miss Jennie, the second, you've now
on your knee.
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