White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-05-25
BY Irving Bachelor
Copyright 1892. by Irving Bachelor
WNU Service
CHAPTER XIII-Continued

Colin was warmly received by Cen
eral Benedict Arnold-a born rebel
who had run away from home when a
STRIPPING in quest of adventure. In
later life as partner of Elijah
oodbridge-Nancy's father-he had
prospered shipping horses and mules
to the West Indies. Unlike the Com
mander in Chief, he had no patience
with "the pot-bellied mouth fighters in
congress-" He was an arrogant, high
handed man lacking in dignity and
politeness. Still he had "the uncon-
querable spirit" His courage and
valor had been proved. Dark-skinned
and bearded, his blue-gray eyes
often glowed with anger. In his
strong athletic body was the energy
Of wildcats, and the snarl Of them
was often in his mouth.
Stung by ingratitude, his was the
Spirit of Protest now abroad in the
land. Congress, for some reason, had
promoted every brigadier save him
self. He had suffered indescribable
hardships going to Quebec, and was
wounded there in desperate assault.
With a fleet in Lake Champlain, he
had delayed the advance Of the Brit
ish for year, yet the Sim Bottses
in congress, under some hidden in
fluence, had thus expressed their ap-
probation. General Washington had
mildly rebuked this sighting Of an
able officer. His sympathy had kept
Arnold In the service, and his sending
the best Massachusetts regiment to be
an arrow in the culver of "the Black
General" signalized the special inter-
est of the Chief in this member of his
staff.
Colin had not been day in the AL
bany camp, when he received a note
from Mrs. Bowlby.
II heard from a friend of General
Arnold that you were to be here" she
wrote. "As soon as possible after you
arrive, come for a talk with me at
40 Pearl street."
1t was brief and cherries note.
What did it mean? Night had fallen.
He fastened to the address of Mrs.
Bowlby He passed public house,
with open doors. At it's bar reveler
was singing a mournful love ballad.
A moment he listened 1t told what
q man had done "for the love O. Bar
bara Allen"
"Yes, I know, l know all about it,"
he whispered as he went on.
Mrs. Bowlby met him with sad
face. They sat down together. She
was silent.
us it bad news?" he asked
ut is not good news. Our love
story is now in the hands O. God.
don't know what will happen. I'll tell
you the whole story. met the Brit
ish at Crown point Seeing the great
army of Burgoyne, our small force
scattered. The filthy Indians were
with the enemy. pretended to be a
loyalist. Told them 1 would help and
that wanted to see Miss Fayer-
weather. met her. She was in a
party of grand ladies. Lady Harriet
Ackland, daughter of the earl of
Leicester, the young Baroness de
Riedesel, Mrs. Major Harnage and
others. These fine-gowned, high-bred
women, two Of whom had children
with them, were going to ride CON-
fortably through the wilderness in
tumbrels-a kind of two-wheeled cart.
Think of that. They were among the
Indians. They were interested in the
look and the chattering Of the noble
red men, The mosquitoes and gnats
and black flies were as thick as ants
on puddle of molasses. They were
biting through the wells and sleeves
and stockings of the women and get
ting to their necks and wrists. They
had expected a sylvan paradise. They
had found purgatory. The children
were crying with pain. 1t was an
itching, swollen, bloody, wretched
group. l had little talk with your
sweetheart. OF course she didn't
know me until had given her the
truth as you and know it. She
chung to me then. Her horse had gone
with others in the charge Of scouts
who knew the forest. We went on in
the DdLeduX us Idr dS we COulu. "A
part of the force set out to lay siege
to I'll. l took to the woods with
about twelve hundred women, some
children, lot of Indians, a force
of pioneers and three regiments of
Canadian militia. We were to move
westward, clearing the ruined road
and camping in the wilderness to wait
for the main force. l was driving an
OK team. told them that only jump
ers could get through, but they made
me hitch to a wagon loaded with bag
gage. / warned Pat to stick to me.
She did it and rode on one of my
oxen. An old lady who was with her
went with Lady Ackland in cart.
They were far behind us. All bridges
had been destroyed. Soon the whole
baggage train foundered in a swamp.
Then wide-runnered jumpers had to
be built The tumbrels were wrecked
the first day. The ladies' wells were
torn to rags in brush and briers