Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-06-01


that France had recognized independ-
ence and made treaty of alliance with
the United States.
There followed closer campaign
when Lord Germaine, the kings war
minister, having. failed to strangle the
monster, attacked its extremities, when
the redcoats swept into the southern
harbors, when Savannah and Augusta
fell, when Lincoln's army was caught
ut Charlestown and Gates routed ut
Camden, and these were the south's
darkest days..
1t knew there was no hope from the
army in the nortl-meager, i'll clothed,
half starved, without magazines, ar
senals or credit. Washington lay
watching like a hawk Clintons 10000
men at New York, hoping for an eff
fectlve force from France, waiting with
the sublime patience which more than
all else made him great soldier.
Virginia bore her burdens uncom.
plainingly, giving of her substance to
the struggle, while the slaves which
CORVALLIS sent scampering from burn
ed lower plantations trailed through
her borders, sowing instruction among
the faithful blacks.
"John the Baptist" demanded Anne
sternly one day after Groam had re-
ported that scarce fifty slaves remained
in the quarters, "an the British come
here, are you going to run away too?"
mis- Anne" he complained appeal
ingly, "don' yo' know no Spectacle mig
ger gwine ter list'n ter dem shif'less
trash whit go ramshacklin' erroun'
widout no homes? Dee ain' no count.
Yo' couldn' swap 'em off TO- shucks.
Yo' knows l ain nuvver gwine leabe
de plantation wharf wuz drug up. Dat
Corvallis! Huh! Dis niger smell de
birthstone whut's huntin' fo' him."
When the sky looked blacklist came
General Nathaniel Greene into the
south, young, light hearted and eager.
And what did lie not accomplish? he
welded anew the scattered remnants
of Gates army, famed North Carroll
MAN Whiggery into blaze, beat Tarle-
ton, sent CORVALLIS back, breathing
hard, to the seacoast. 1t was the end
of the second campaign.
"What will King George do now"
Anne asked Henry jubilantly.
His face was very grave as he an
swered: "There is only one thing left.
'Tis stroke at the heart of the rebel
lion. And that heart is here in Vir-
ginia." He guessed truly.
There were hasty preparations for
fight throughout the lower peninsula
on that snow shod day when the traitor
Arnold's fifty ships came to anchor off
Jamestown island. The sky was CELL
ing Of translucent gray. The stubby
cedars trailed sweeping boughs Of crys-
tailed beryl, and every shrub was cased
in argent armor. Fleet horsenen had
ridden from Williamsburg in all direc-
tons rousing the frozen countryside.
AT noon Anne took her place in the
chariot beside Mrs. Tillotson, bound for
DIR. Walkers of Castle Hill, far enough
north to be beyond the reach Of the in
| vaders. Her aunt was to fare even
| farther, to Berkeley. -
They waved brave goodbys through
tears to the little group of house me-
groes whimpering on the porch. Rash
leigh was to go with the remaining
servants to Brandon, Nanny Evaline
was left in charge of the place, and
John the Baptist, her son, was to care
for the horses and run them off on ap-
proach of the British. The house linen
and silver Anne had buried with her
own hands, and the family portraits
hidden under the stables.
1t was sad journey, but one per
formed that day by more than one
household.
Colonel Tillotson rode part Of the
way beside the coach. "'Twill not be
for long," he insisted cheeringly. 81
have assurance from Mr.. Henry thai
Washington will send troops before
spring breaks. He thought 1t would bt
General Lafayette-the young French
marquis who passed through Williams
burg, you remember. Would Washing
ton himself could comeW he added fer
vently.
/ But his wife was not to be comforted
Colonel" she cried brokenly, 81 fee
sure we shall never see GLADDEN. Hal
again."
| More than once before spring cam
tiptoeing down the trees Anne looket
out to the north from quiet Castle Hill
homesick for a sight Of Greenwa.
Court and Baron Fairfax. Weakness
and age had at last sent the old maj
to his chair, and he sat through TIL
long days sorrowfully patient, as hi
ancestor, the hero of Naseby fight, sd
Mt Denton in Yorkshire, waiting tn
coming of the victorious banners of tn,
king.
The beginnings Of the struggle had
found him doggedly wrathful.
"'Bill Of rights aighY he would
shout. II want no benefit of it., / am
n colonial and loyal"
And when his ncighbors contended
that what they stood for was the OLD
issue for which their ancestors broke
pixies at Marston Moor lie turned his
back upon them.
In the Old Dominion there was com
parative tranquility, but even in the
forest he had heard the first blare Of
the kings armies in Boston and New
York with hungering fear that drew
his eyes often wistfully toward Noun
Vernon. There sat the lad he hat
trained and nodded, 1.-The first soldier
In Virginia" grave man. They wills
pered evil things of this mans loyalty
now, but the baron for long shut lii
ears and would not hear.
The time came soon when Tories wert
hated, despised, driven by fire from
their homes, their property confiscated
But this old man alone was not touch
ed.
"Let the rebels conner! he had roar
ed, pounding the floor with his thor1
stick. "Let them come! l met the In
dams here in '55, and leave for n,
cursed rebels. The king may not b,
able to protect, but he will Reimburse
me-"
But Tories and Wings passed b,
alike, and not pound was touched il
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