White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-06-01
CHAPTER XIV-Continued
Copyright 1882. by Irving Bachelor
WNU Service

into towers OF name. ABOVE them all
a great dead pine that seemed to
touch the stars glowed like an obelisk
of gold. The confagration reflected
on the smooth surface Of the river
below, made picture so memorable
that q distinguished officer has de-
scribed 1t in his memoirs. The glow
ing water was cut with black shadows
the spars and rigging Of ship at
anchor, the foliage of near trees. 1t
was vast spread OF ripping lace
work dashed with flames on golden
background. Long he sat in the tree
top surveying the picture. He came
down at last and went to his rest
with fervent prayer Of thanksgiving.
Suffering for food, Burgoyne's army
had to break through or surrender.
1t renewed the fight. When the firing
began, the forbidden, impetuous Ar
mold spurred his horse into the midst
of the battle. The soldiers welcomed
him. With Learned's brigade he
charged the Hessians in the enemy's
center and broke them. The enemy
retreated and had scarcely entered
their camp, when Arnold stormed 1t
in the face OF grape shot and small
arms. Turned at the point of the
bayonet he attacked the right flank.
They retreated, but not until they had
killed his horse and wounded him and
Colonel Cabot. Arnold was borne off
the field but the victory was COM
plete.
Meanwhile Amos Farnsworth In a
tree top was dropping British officers
with his deadly rifle aim. AS he saw
them fall he made grim remarks.
'"Thar's pass into hell"
stake that-ye hired Dutchman."
"By G.! I knocked his hat off.
He's down."
In a moment he swung his cap in
the air and yelled, They're licked.
By the God O. Moses! We got 'em on
the run"
In his excitement Amos had slipped
from grace as he was wont to put it.
Was it his punishment that came so
swiftly?
The bullet of q British sharpshooter
swished through the leaves and hit
Amos in the shoulder. His gun
dropped to the ground. A second he
wavered on his perch trying to sup
port himself. He fell into crotch
beneath him where he hung caught
in the middle with head, arms and
legs dropping. Some men Of the near
battery took him down with ladders
and bore him away on a stretcher.
Darkness had fallen. Silence had
succeeded the rage and tumult Of con-
tending armies The battle was won.
The British had retired. Colonel
Cabot lay wounded on the field. A
saber blow had cut the side of his
face below the ear and stunned him.
He had fallen from his horse and
was weak from the loss Of blood. A
trembling, frightened voice was call
ing him. It was woman's voice and
there was distress in it. He answered.
He struggled to his feet and felt his
way to the side of wounded man.
"Did you call me?" he asked.
The answer came feebly. "Yes, I
knew you were near. saw you fall.
They ran me through. IL am Nancy.
Now you know"
Her voice stopped. She tried to
touch his face. On it's way her hand
fell back. He raised it to his lips.
1t was cold. He bent and kissed her
cheek. Again he spoke. She did not
move or answer. The great change
had come, and he knew-more indeed
than he had ever known, of that thing
we call the love of women.
The litter men gathered them in
The surgeons were busy in the hos.
pital-a long improvised structure
which was bowling den of horrors
In the midst Of it, after his wounds
were treated, the exhausted young
colonel fell into deep merciful sleep.
A vision came in his dreams of the
things that Simeon Bolts and his
selfish, harebrained cohorts were to
accomplish. He saw the starving,
half-clad, shivering, faithful men soon
to be in the camp at Valley Forge.
Some time was consumed in finish.
ing thu. conquest of the famished, help
less army of Burgoyne in organizing
its march and in breaking camp De-
tober seventeenth. The sick and
wounded remained. Among them were
General Arnold and Colonel Cabot.
Captain Farnsworth would go with
his regiment. Still weak and in much
pain, with brave pretenses he made
light of II and mounted his horse.
Another captain who rode at his side
has written that Farnsworth was the
only man he ever knew who could 60
sound asleep in the saddle for hours
as II it were feather bed.
Sighted in Gates orders, the de.
mon fighter left the hospital as soon
ms he could ride in chaise. 1t is a
pity the death Arnold courted had
not taken him. Wronged and embit-
tered he was thereafter in dark and
downward way. Some have the pa
thence to endure and to overcome in