The Republican journal., 1905-05-25
IN CAMP AT BELFAST,
Doings of the State Militia as Told in Vel
by Cen. WehSfer.

Doings of the State Militia as Told in Verse
by Gen. Webster.
The abstract from the metrical version of
the report OF the late Adjutant Gen. Web
Ster, punliSht in the Bangor Commercial
some time ago, aroused considerable COM
ment among the older residents OF this city
who were familiar with Gen. Webster and
with the events treated of in the report. Be
low is another abstract relating the Incl
dents of the encampment at Belfast, all of
which will doubtless be of interest to men,
bers of the old militia now living and many
others who were acquainted with some of
the men spoken of.
Scared by the cang of arms, Belfast awoke,
The seventeenth of June, that glorious
day,
When Numbered Bunker's Hill, mid fire
and smoke
Defiance to the pride of British sway.
Standing at Holmes bar-room door, me-
thought
l saw immortal Warren's shade pass by,
And from his lips my ears these accents
caught,
"Sweet native land, for thee tits sweet to
die"
The Portland Light Guards on Penobscot's
banks,
With Captain f. F. Kendall at their head
AS previously arranged, formed serried
ranks,
And there the Belfast Greys, CALAMITY
BY Captain Marshall, in proper style
Received their cOmrade, while Captain
James &. SWEET
| With heavy ordnance, and in glittering file,
Led on his Brewer troops, and there was
met
By Cunningham While peal on peal
\ =
| Which made afar the shattered Welkin reel
| And doomed the shout, "FGreyer liberty. y
Battalions formed, footed the Portland
Band,
And to the camp ground marched the
proud array,
Where tents and marques 1eck the leve
land,
| To rest the heroes at the close of CAV.
To dignity the scene, came to these diggin's
| Brave Colonel Burns, and martial Colone
| StOdder,
Of Portland he, and Norcross, and exc Hig
Of Bangor both, and Colonies of frs
| order.
| And now in may evOutOns wheeled
The glittering battaliOns, file ON file,
| Till scientific glory crowns the field.
And all the lOaferS on the fences smile.
But when at twelve the welcome signal CUR
! Announced the grateful hour of rest an(
ratiOns,
Fast round the table genial greetings run
And men with men stand in the bes
relations.
BY two O'Clock the troops had taken theil
| fodder,
And every soldier donned his warlike
| higgins,
And marched in handsome style, reviewed
by Stodder,
Norcross assisting him and doughty Hig
| gins.
When Colonel Stodder had achieved these
| featS,
He put his troops in route OF march, AND
| swept
Through beauteous BelfaSt's boy-throng ed
| streets,
While to the drunl-beat FURNISHED leather
slept.
The heightened shadows told the dying
day,
Muskets were stacked and helmets, clasped
| in pain
On burning brows, were loosed, and
| quiet lay
The cap and nodding plume, and like june
Der unknit brows the evening breezes
| play.
|
In gilded halls with arms and banners
hung,
And syph-like forms, in feecy robes be-
digit,
Like garlands of rich flowers graceful
| flung
About the arms of strong and stolid men,
In whirling waltz and may polkas swung
Till mornings finger on the walls again
| Tapped the small hours, and called, away
| away
Aurora never from her eastern car,
Cast brighter gems of sunlight than were
shed
Next morning on the harnessed ranks oil
war,
In Belfast's square, performing dress
! parade.
Escorted to the wharf at nine o'clock,
| The friendly companies in line embarked
While cheers from all the assembled people
| broke,
And all the brazen war-dogs howled anG
| barked.
| Don't let the children suffer. If they are
fretful, peevish and cross, give them Hollis
ter's Rocky Mountain Tea The best baby