Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1920-10-21

Back from his chest the clothes are flung,
His arms arc tense and sripped and
strong,
They seem to swing the bed along.
His fiery hands have known deaths grip,
His dry tongue clicks, he swings the whip
His eyes are wide and keen and young,
And, like a hollow brazen gong
His old voice rumbles into song!
At Royalton! At Royalton!
Indians at Royaltonl
Ring, O Bell Speak. o Gun.
Indians at Royalton.
Tho rivers red, and Pember's done,
A tory's played the devils son.
At Royalton! At Royaiton!
What's this singing through my side,
Ride, Phineas Parkhurst, ride.
Indians at Royalton!
Fire the old alarm gum
What's this crimson on your side?
Phineas Parkhurst, ride. ride!
At Royalton! At Royalton!
Ring. o Bell! Speak. Gun
Indians at Royalton!
Three miles gone. with eighteen more.
Joel Marsh, what are you staring for7
Indians have come, 1 say!
Get your gun and fire away
Royalton! Royalton!
Fire the old alarm gun,
Indians at Royalton!
What's this burns my body so?
Go. Phineas Parkhurst, go!
Royalton. Royalton,
They've fired the fields at Royelton.
That's the girl. drink for Dick
a swig for Phineas-
Quick, girl, quick!
Pack your silver in the bed
Pembers DONE tho rivers red
Royalton! Royalton!
Indians at Royalton!
Phineas. ride the wings OF Hell.
Ten o'clock and all Is well,
Royalton! Royalton!
Fire the old alarm gun!
Stephen Tilden's tavern door
Faster, Phineas, moro and more,
The fields are flames at Royalton,
Ring, o Bell! Speak. o Gun!
Indians at Royalton!
Five miles left, Come Phineas. Speed
Other wounds than yours will bleed!
At Royalton! At Royalton'
Indians at Royalton!
Indians at rise OF sun,
At Royalton. At Royalton,
Ten thousand bullets In your side,
Yet you must ride. Phineas, ride,
Blasted British gold has won,
At Royalton, at Royalton!
The barns are black.
Old Pember's done
Royalton! Royalton!
Fire the old alarm gun, =
Indians at rise Of sun
At Royalton! Royalton!
Eighteen miles, the rivers past.
Old Robinson's at last, at last.
Eighteen miles from Royalton.
Fire the old alarm gun!
They're Indians at Royalton.
What's the matter? Poor old Dick,
Give the horse some water, quick.
Royalton! Royalton!
Indians at Royalton,
What's this mist that clouds the hill!
Indians They've come to kill.
Fire the old alarm gun
Royalton. Royalton.
Eighteen miles. good Dick. we're done,
From Royalton, from Royalton!
No Dick! Old Dick! We're just begun,
Ring, o Bell! Speak, o Gun!
Royalton! From Royalton!
Away! To saddle. and we're gone
HE Dick! Up across the dawn.
See the glory Of His Name
Written in October flame.
Hear the Glory Of His Words.
From the late October birds.
Hear His Voice OF trampline thunder
As the gold hills split asunder
Crack before US. open wide.
Ride through, Phineas Parkhurst, ride
Royalton! Royalton!
Ring, o Bell! Speak. o Gun,
Indians at Royalton!
Steady. Dick. our ride Is done
From Royaiton, Royalton!
What's this, Dick. that clogs the breath?
Dick. my Dick-can this be--deathf
Quiet again, but with eyes staring wide,
The white head fell across the pallid bod
Someone whispered: 1.-The little doctors
dead"
They pulled the blinds. Shut out the
generous sun
As people do when life Is grayly done.
ono asked. And when was Phineas
Parkhurst's rider"
And old man sighed. and scratched his
knowing head.
Just sixty-four years ago to-day" ne
said.
STRETCHING THE DOLLAR
How TO stretch the dollar Is in these
days of old II. c. l.. the great American
problem. Welfare woBkers however
have long been familiar with one. or even