The Coolidge examiner., 1933-05-12
CHAPTER VI
Which Presents a Historic LoVc-Let.
ter and Gives an Account Of
the Moving Of the Guns of Ti-
conderoga by Ox-Train
to Dorchester Heiuhts.

Ter ana OiVeS an Account or
the Moving Of the Guns of Ti-
conderoua by OX-Train
to Dorchester Heights.
THE army at Cambridge had
l. now a residuum of devoted meI
trained for real service. News of
the defeat at Quebec and the death
of Montgomery and the capture of
the wounded Arnold had not damp
ened their ardor. Stories of tae in
credible hardships endured by Ar
nold's men in their long march
through the wilderness-of dog
meat rations and mired horses and
sick men and abandoned guns-were
told at every campfire.
The Rider of the White Horse
had n solemn face as he went about
the camp. He passed when the two
captains were in front of their reg
imental headquarters with a squad
of men rolling bullets.
THAT man is worried" Colin said
to Amos. His days are shadowed
with peril. 1t flavors his food Some
nights he sleeps in his breeches with
sword beside him and a saddle
horse at the door This army is
like the young David and the Brit
ish are Goliath with a staff like a
weaver's beam"
You hear to me, boy, or Coli
will stay in his tent" said Amos.
"Wby do you say that?"
There's hills in his way an his
legs is tired"
"What hills?"
Bunker Hin an Breeds Hill, by
Cd (beggin' His pardon). If you'd
"a seen what | seen an heered what
heered, the Lord God knows yer
talk wouldn't allwus be so cam an
proper which thar amt no decent
Christian words that fit the case
none whatever at all. Ye hear TO
me, boy, I've lived forty-four year
an one hell-bellerin' night that
spills it's deviltry into my sleep
ever since an wakes me up a
yellin'. We'd ft the British all day
an that night we wrastled with
Death an Satan over the spylt men.
which ! can smell blood when /
think on IT, Some on 'em looked
like a tree hit by ightnin'-heads
broke an Topped over. faces tore
ragged, bellies ripped open, lungs
leakin'. legs hacked. Every one
strapped down. Surgeons sewin' 'em
up an sawin' off legs an arms.
Some o. the hurt men was numb
an half dead, which they didn't
make no more noise than a bush
when ye cut off a sprOut. Some jest
clenched their teeth an grunted.
Too proud to hollerl Most on 'em
yelled like pig when ye shove the
knife in him. Some prayed TO God
fer help an mercy. Thar was two
boys nigh me that sobbed like
whipped younguns. Some cursed
and swore like they was mad TO the
bone. Goda'mightyl The sufferin'
was enough to wither yer ears
which, sir, an God be my witness.
thar was them that heered ii mile
away. Them boys was in the fix O.
man chained to hot griddle. II
was hell fer us but it was hell an
wildcats fer the British. Honest =
like | was speakin' to God thar
was lead enough put in them poor
Holsters to sink ship. Ye hear to
me, boy, they don't like our way
o. shootin'. When they think on it
they git kind o. sick to their STUN
micks. They druther wait hopin'
Wen starve an break up.
! "All we poor devils can do is
give our bodies to be burned fer
liberty, as our fathers done. Mine
amt much to give. It's humly as an
OF log house. which my hands is
rocks an my cords is iron. Have We
the idee that God is a-helpin' of usT'
"Pm afraid not"
"Well, sir, l have. To me it's
sure as shootin'."
what are your reasons?"
"Thar's four. Breeds Hill an
Bunker Hill! They've KEEP the Brit
ish off our backs. Next the Bible.
Ye know Jesus went on without no
script in his purse when He tol' US
| to leave father an mother an wife
an lands an money. Next Wash
ington. The army would "a broke
up an gone hum long ago with any
other man whatsoever, which I'll
tell ye why. The men all put him
next to God. They'd "a backslid
on the Bible but he puts a brake on
EN- We look up to him like he was
our father. He's got US con-
quered which thar amt a man here
that wouldn't die fer him, an We
know it as well as ! do. I'd die
fer him in a minute. Uh huhl ]
would. One day they had a man
tied up in our rigament an was
a-foggin' of him fer desertion. The
Man on the White Horse come along
an stopped it an give the colonel
hell.
(TO BE CONTINUED