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tus ua v bets | # mee a p Se - t ~ % > . --i-- -Nots#soundofthorephyntbreith VOL. 1. THE €uuty Hrs. is published at WIHTEHALL, WAasitnmeron county, 8. v., EVERY SATURDAY MORNING, Br Carros 0. Surru & Go., Proprietors, THE NEWS +, Will bo furnished to. Villigs Subscribers, by Carrier, for $1,256 per yrare At Ofice, or by Mull, $1,00. No names enlored unti payment is received. RATES OF ADVERTISING. 1 Inch. 2in. 14 col. 1-2 col. 1 col. 1 woek. $0.75 $1,250 gl.1i5 - $400 $5,00 g 4 Les, POO 0 $2 6.50 - Tidy 8 + 115 8.26 4,00 1,00 9,09 1 month, 2,50 4,00 6,50 9,00 12.09 ** 4,50 - 1,00 9,00 14,00 18.09 600\ 8,00 10,00 _ 1,00 20,00 - 26,09 1 year, _ 8,00 15,00 | 18,00 _ 26,00 45.09 us Editorial and Business Notices‘.6 conts per. ng, - Marriage and Obitmary Notices-fron. Re- mqarks nccomxumlng the same, limiled to ten lines, free. Iso notices for regular mectings ud local organizations, freo, Original ont delt Furi. - Tho following lines were written by W. J. Smith, a few years since, during a visit to that beautiful sheet of water, Lake George. They are hisapgefiections ; 92 the battlo-ground. Could I hear on this desolate plain , But all was as still as the lone houso of desth , Where sllonco reigns . +- Tho sun was low sunk in the wost Andthes moon most resplondently beamed, While far on the hill in hislono place of rest, The owlet screamtd. I stood on the moss covered wall, Of a ruined, and desolate fort, Which had once been to man on neceossity's call A safe resort. I cast my eyes over the plain, Otco stained by my countrymen's gorc: And Isard horo may pesce and liberty roign _ For evermore. I thought of the Indians halloo, As it runs o'er these desoirto hls, _ c And with thoughts of distrss and murderous wot, =~, 'My mind was filled. I thought cf the round f the drum , That bad called the bold soldier to arms, Aud my mind at the thought, was exquisitely tun < nung With dread alarms. I thought of the lone father's fears, When his sous to the battle had gone, I thought of the mother's profusion of tears, And solemn moan, I thought of the sound of tha guns, t coused such scenes of I thought ot the widow's dear little on's, Left fatherless, I thought of the vows that wore sighed When the lover for war did depart, Ithougat of the maiden who long since had died, With broken heart. I thought of the glance of the mind, That the dving man cast to uis home; I thought of £ ie object to which he inclined, With dying groan. Ah | lonely and wi'd was the scone, © Whers the blood of the warrior was shed; Where the curly White Ork mid wild ever- greens Has reardits head As I walk'd mid the stillness of night, O'er this desolate field stain'd with blood, L 'There seemed in the distance the soldier's spir- it Stalising abroad. But soon I awoke from the dream, 'That I had in this field of the dead. L And the moon thro' the thick pine tops did gleam, That o're me spread, -I hastily walked to the street, And looking back v'er the pine covered plain; -\ It. TWO HOUR'S SEIGE. A SKETCH OF THE REVOLUTION. T WAS past the midnight of the 13th of August, (commenced my grgud- a 8 mother,) but though the river was <G in front of us,and the forest stretch- ed for miles behind us, and away to the right and left, I could not catch even the sigh of a leaf, or the ripple of the water, so sultry and heavy brooded the dark ness around us. I had not been in the bost of spirits that day; for it was the time when we dreaded every hour, to hear of tho bom- bardment of New York; and though in the house of Thomas Oakley, a baothtr of my futher, I had nothing to fear, there had hung over me such a terror and dread that \day that I could not help fearing lest some ovil had happened to my parents, who were still in the city. As usual with the sleepless, all sorts of fancies teazed my brain. My room,like all the others, was largo, and furnished in the style that seems so quaint to peo- ple of the present day. The chimnoy-pioce was tiled with por- [eeinin, curiously wrought into Ilustm- tiops of scripture. | 'Tho bed and furni- ture, that had all been brought from England, was tall, dark,stiff and carved; while the walls were hung with sombre family portmits. And as T lny and wished for day, the tiled figures seemed to move and glower at me in the uncer- tain light that came through a loop-hole in my window; while I thought the eyes of the portraits, werey ene and all, fixed on me with a solemn, warning storo; and 80 it hnppened, that I heard the old clook strike ons; $wo, three; -immd wis gost fall- ing off into a doze, when there came a light step along the hall; and cousin Gznee called, ina strange, scared voice, outside the door: -**Helen; Helen! I was up in a moment, md out to where she stood, looking like a spirit, with her ashy face, and fair bair falling about her ; and I remember the thrill of astonishment, with which, spite of my fright, I saw that she was. already dressed, and held in her hand a powder- flask., *' Put on your clothes as quick as you can, Nellie,\ she said, in a voico that trembled a little, though she was doing her best to be calm. * Brant's men are coming, and father wants us all down stairs.\ Brant's men! - It is dificult to make you understand the horror with which that name was pronounced and heard ; or to express the terror with which, as i hurried on my clothes, I thought of Grace and myself in the power of those merciless savages. No wonder that she trembled in every limfi, or that Thomas Oakley and his five stalwart sons, men not easily daunted, looked pale, as they moved about in the dim morning light. I don't know as I haye spoken to you before of Thomas Orkley, a man over six feet in height, and ofr noble pres- erice, with a grand fice, that looked as I yroyed! may th6 clashing of arms never ret & ere These fields again, , N. Y., SATUR have his portrait in my little cabizict yonder{/and you may #ee that ho lookss as be was, a kindly and noble gentlemir. As for his sons, they were like hina- tall, strong-limbed,fearless, and devout- ly attatched to their stately mother, w ho | was preparing breakfast, while they frst. | ened the iron shutters of the lower w in- dows, and bared the heavy G@oors. f «* It's n shame to rout you out so car ly, Nellie, said Mr. Oakley, as he noticed my pale, frightened face; \but if «o don't eat our Breakfast now, those ras-! eals may not give usa chance to cit it at all; and to my mind, after a good cause, there's nothing like a good breakfist Bo- fore going into a fight.\ \~ \ I wish Mark was here,\ said Graco, timidly. him. - Yon Yost, the half-witted lad that brought the news, has gone on aifEer him and tho voluntcers, who wer to start for the camp to-day; and if wo can! poring ng they deserye,.\ _ __. _. ..... ; Ay, If ! but oh, that dreadful nncer trinty. 'The house was of stons, and so strongly built, that is was Goubthil if they could cithor mzo or fire it Eat who know what elso might happez2? How many of that fair faraily would gather nround the board to-morrow morning? Ab {it was a dreadful dary; but I think the hour before tho attack was the worst ofall. It was not to be erpected that wwe could eat much breakfast; but burried as the meal was, it was hardly over when one of the boys whom my uncle had posted at the lookout, called out that they were coming; and stealing along thie | woods at the right; as if they hoped €o surpriso us. * O ', ~ At once the mon burried 'with their riftes to the windows of the second stor=; while Mrs. Oakley, pale, pat still ou%- wardly calm, motioned to us to follows, and hand out the powder. Then came a dead silence. \ Look out, Simeon,\ said tho father, in a low voice, \and tell us whatthe rms- cals are about.\ \ Posting themselves around the * No doubt, Pussy; but I've sent Lor , C004 !\ said the L Washington County Nows. DAY, MARCH 18, 193% New YORK STATE LNG thbugh he was searcely past his prizuc,| Mr. Oakley wont to Simeon's window, We bave no such men now-a-days I' and demanded ; * ** Who is there ?\ ** Walter Van Cuyler,\ ** What do you want ?\ ** Food, rest and shelter Brant's men are on my track. Lot me in quick- e , The sharp crack of a rifie, and the words \liner and hypoorito were his ans. wer. Aflerce MM!!! behind the haystacks and as \twonty dark forms rushod forward, brandishing their werpons, and fring at -zandom, while is many more hovered on the out skirts of the wood. *~* Within the house was porfect-ailonce, , broken only by the low \now boys\ of | Mr. Oikley, and the crack of six of tho best riflég in the county. \* Six down! A for cach bullet. xulting wolce of my uncle. \The powder, girle, and wo'll- give ,on another,\ A shower of bullets, thnt rattled» like hailstones about the windows, cut short P i . Fea but keep the rascals at bay till they illzstiofih Mr. Oakley picked up somey come, wo may give them as good a pep.| !h8t foll harmMes to the floor, and re-\ > marked: . . ** Tho sorpents are kinder than I anti- cipated. 'They iro going to keep us in « bullets, as well as exorcise. So much the bettor, for we have none to many. Now, boys.\ > a Another Hash and roar, and again the voice of Mr. Oakley: '* Fire stendy, boys, and tnke good aire. - Don't waste powder,.\ A dond sftance ensued. ** Theyr'e cowed, father. - They are sneaking off to cover, \oxclaimed fin- ' con. * Not they ! ther aro only contriving some now deviltry. Johnand Matthew, ~ round with you to tha back of the house. Gracs-my God! where did that shot come from ?\ ag with a sharp cry, Ren- ben, the eldest, lerped three feet in the air, ahdfell forward on his face, stone dead. Mra. Oakley sprang forward, and threw herself on his body. - Th& fair- haired eldest boy was her Aafling. Another shot came crashing Wirough the window; and bedded itself in thé op- posite wall * . house, but under cover. - They think to ‘ catch us napping. There's a man com- ing this way now-he-why, father, it is Waiter Van Cayler I\ f We all started. The meaning of this sudden attack was clear enough flow. - | Yan Cuyler had been a professed pig- U on his rejection by her, had gons awaz vowing to take a terrible vengeance orr | the whole family. \The traitor,\ ''It is he, then, that has brought dowr > this swarm of hornets. What is he do- ing now ?\ * \He has been trying the windows to seeif they are fastened. Now hs is at the door.\ The wordSof Simeon were at time, : ifit might have been chiseled out of marble, and hair as white as snow, al- drowned in a series of thundering knockss : at the door. ~ \ Aim at yonder tree,\ shouted Mr. Oakley. \ I saw the gleam of m rifie- stock among the leaves. See! the onk yonder,\ _. A thirdshot whizzed so close' past us as to make us start back ; and then our | tuerring rifies answered back,ané- down through the boughs went a dark body. , riot and h warm admirer of Gree; ane striking with a heavy \thid\ agninst the ground. * He is silenced,\ exclaimed Mr. Oak- ! ley, with a, gleam of stern satisfaction muttered my uncle, shooting across his face. Here there was a silence of a longer duration than any which preceded it, and we were at a loss to know whether they had drawn off, and given up the at- a tack. - This, however, my uncle doubt- ! ed, for he was accustomed to the tactica of those mix £0948. At last he remarked: \ Where can they be biding? I gee \~ none of the rest..\ . Fi ~ =C a *
