Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1905-04-07

chip flew off her stern a lift of splin-
tiers from an oar scattered behind her.
Plunging missiles marked her course
with a plat of foam, but she rode on
bravely. We saw her cropping under the
smoke clouds; we saw her nearing the
other brig, and were all on tiptoe.
The air cleared a little and we could
see them ship oars and go up the side
Then we set our blood dripping with
cheers again, we who were wounded
on the deck of the Lawrence. Lieut.
Yarnell ordered her one flag down. AS
it sank fluttering we groaned. Our dis
may went quickly from man to man.
Presently we could hear the cries of
the wounded there below. A man came
staggering out of the cockpit and fell
to his hands and knees, creeping
toward us and protesting fiercely, the
blood dripping from his mouth be-
tween curses.
Another shot would sink her."
Yarnell shouted.
LET 'er sink, d-n 'er," said Dri.
wish e God c'ud put my foot
through er bottom. When the flag
goes down l wan t. go tew."
The British turned their guns; we
were no longer in the smoky paths Of
laundering canister The Niagara was
now under fire. We could see the dogs
of war rushing at her in leashes Of
flame and smoke. Our little gunboats,
urged by oar and sweep, were fastening
to the battle front. We could see their
men, waist-high above the bulwarks,
firing as they came. The Detroit and
the Queen Charlotte, two heavy brigs
of the British line, had run afoul of
each other. The Niagara, signalling
for close action, bore down upon them,
Crossing the bow of one ship and the
stern of the other, she raked them
with broadsides. We saw braces fly
and masts fall in the volley. The
Niagara sheered off, pouring shoals of
metal on a British schooner, stripping
her bare. Our little boats had come
up, and were boring into the brigs.
In a brief time-it was then near
three o'clock-a white flag, at the end
OF boarding-pike, futtered over a
British deck. D'ri, who had been sit
ting awhile, was now up and cheering
as he waved his crownless hat He had
lent his flag, and, in the furry, some
one dropped it overheard Dri saw
1t fall, and before we could stop him
he had leaped into the sea. fastened
to his help, tossing a ropes end as
he came up, swimming with one arm,
the flag in his teeth. l towed him to
the landing-stair and helped him
over. Leaning on my shoulder, he
shook out the tattered flag, its white
laced with his own blood.
Ready t jump in hell fer tibet oil
rag any day." said he, as we all cheered
him.
Each grabbed a latter of the good
flag, pressing hard upon D'ri and put
it to his lips and kissed it proudly.
Then we marched up and down, D'ri
waving it above us-a bloody squad
as ever walked, shouting loudly. D'ri
had begun to weaken with loss of
blood, so I coaxed him to go below
with me.
The battle was over; a Yankee band
was playing near by.
Perry is coming! Perry is coming!"
we heard them shouting above.
feeble cry that had in it pride and
Joy and inextinguishable devotion
passed many fevered lip in the cock
pit.
There were those near who had won
better peace, and they lay as man
that listens to what were now the
merest mockery.
Perry came, when the sun was low,
with a number of British officers, and
received their surrender on his own
bloody deck. I remember, as they
stood by the ruined bulwarks and
looked down upon tokens Of wreck
and slaughter, dog began bowling
dismally in the cockpit.
TO be continued)