The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-04-14

all eager to catch glimpse of the dusky
beauty. There she is, boys, with Burr, -
spoke up big gt-looking soldier with
a freclled face, as he pointed towards
the great fort house which they were
about to enter with General Arnold and
one or two other officers. Reckon she
is a brave, capable girl, spoke up ar
other soldier with rough, blunt features.
Don't WONDER said another, that
Burr has been smitten, for she is good
to look upon. - "Them's my sentiments
kerzactly," said a harum- scarum fellow
who came up among the soldiers with a
slouchy gait; land mine, too, piped in
a tai. dark-haired soldier, as he ran his
fingers through his black beard and
twisted it into point
So they talked on, these rough and
hardy soldiers, about Burr and the half
breed girl of Swan Island. All, kind
reader, if the walls of old Fort Weston
only had tongue to speak what stories 1t
could tell of this Inflated expedition. A
word about this old fort would not be out
of place here. 1t was erected by the
Plymouth Company in 1854 on high and
beautiful plateau commanding a fine
view of the waterway between Augusta
and Hallowell. 1t originally covered a
large tract of land containing officers
quarters, armory, etc. but only part
of the old fort remains and that section
was converted into dwelling place
years ago. There it stands today, an his
toric landmark of the past. The old tim
bers of the fort are beginning to decay
and it is gradually being forsaken, and if
nothing is done to preserve it there will
soon be little left to mark the spot where
this military fort once stood.
The next morning after Burr and ia
cataque arrived at the fort General
Arnold rose at the break of day, for he
was extremely busy in making final prep
arations to embark his army up the river
the following Monday. As he stepped
out of his quarters he passed the room
which had been assigned to Jacataque.
There had been quite high wind during
the night and the door to her room was
slightly ajar. He stopped for moment
at her door and looked in. How beauti-
full she looked, sleeping so gently IN her
snowy white bed. Arnold tip-toed softly
nearer to the door and took a good look
at the lovely vision. Her dark locks were
flung over the pillows, her rosy lips just
parted enough to show her pearly teeth,
while her beautiful, jeweled hands were
folded peacefully over her bosom. The
blood mounted to Arnold rough cheeks,
and as he turned hastily away he whis-
pered, ooh, my God, what lovely crea-
ture, and how sad to think that one so
beautiful is to be ruined by Burr; would
that | could prevent it, and he brushed
a tear from his eye. Thus spoke Bene-
dict Arnold, who, after all, had some
goodness in him and would probably have
never betrayed his country had our early
Congress treated him more justly.
Sunday morning Rev. Samuel Spring,
who was the chaplain of the army and
warm friend of Burr, having been IN col
lege with him, preached a most stirring
and eloquent sermon to the officers and
soldiers on True Nobility. True
nobility" said the chaplain, "is not de-
pendent upon social position, political
preferment, financial success or any of
the conditions the world counts greatest.
1t is heart quality, which concerns the
true, the good and noble impulses in man.
In our organism lies the germ Of true
manhood and womanhood, but like the
germ of the plant life must be nonrished
to come to perfect maturity. Hence it
is essential, that we should guide the fall
tering footsteps of the little ones, show
ing them the way to all that is true and
noble in life, and the mother in our col
ones who does this, deserves as much
praise as any soldier who gives his life on
the battlefield for independence. No
life," continued the chaplain, with ear
nestness, sis truly noble that is not filled
with kindly acts for others, having a
deep sympathy for their fellow men and
stands firmly for a great principle. l
call that great orator Patrick Henry
noble when he cried out so recently in
the Virginia House Of Burgesses, Give
me Liberty or give me death. Thus in
every period of history men like Patrick
Henry, and our great Washington, who
will lead our armies to final victory, have
risen above the daily conflict of greedy
selfshness and low ambition and stood
forth loyalty for principle. May the
time come" said the speaker as he
raised his eyes toward Heaven, "when
all mems lives will reflect the life of our
Saviour, who was the consummate exam
pie of true nobility"
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