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a WHITEHALL, N. Y., SA LIPE emre [COPYRIGHT SECURED .] ID WHITEDALL.: A TALE CF THE SHIP FEVER TIMES. CHAPTER HL. [Co from last week.] RUT THE most enutious, cunning Brog; rogue can't always sge tho little ¥ nccidents that may Fustrate his M desipus. In the height of his elation, and when he thought the golden plunder was secured beyoud the perad- venture of exposure, it accidantally slip- ped through his fing rs, and fell with a sharp noise at his feet upon the floor. The stirtle. 1 emigrant springing from the bed came directly in contact with the intruder, comprehending in- and ly the of bis bus your £ Io anchor when there's a signal of dis.] ed lustily for help. The dissppeo.luted villin, maddened at his blumder, sprang at the old man, and hissing through bis teeth n savage oath, smoto him cruelly in the face «with his open palm. What further ho might have done, God knows, but ere he lad labored until they havo grown wake and feeble, for a little sura on which til rely when sickness should overtake me, and strongth should fill. Ab wae is meo, owld, among strangers, wife and chil- ders, and money, all, all gone, and not one friend.\ ''Yes, one,\ exclhimed Tom earnestly, \this cre stick by you now, GE will. - I was afeard of something of this surt, rnd as 1 was coming in from a craiso with Barney, E heerd ye yell, and ye'd better bolieve I isn't a craft to come tress, _ And now seo here, ll tow you iuto harbor, througls this squall, saf@Mug host. And and sound; if I don't, | damme?\ mising bis foot and bringing it down upon the flogr as ihe meant what he said. \I'll but.) tho mesioy back fm-‘yon‘. Ur a cer- tail} man what Umows of will wish him- aelf to the devil before his time. - Come, TWC IED Ot \ a c ___ ersand ascend Skeen's mountain to tho vicinity of Simuecl Swan, Esq., whose House, wiso man, is set upon a rock,and 28 [from that lofty height look down upona motkniveg in Whitehall. Slowly the mists, from rearsh ina meadow, go crawling uphe hillsides, higher and higher, un- til 'they mingle rith the sky, and disap- pgar. - Southward, as far almost as oye can see, strotches tho fertile lowlands, irving grain, with Wood Creok wander- ing through it, bright as a &ilver belt. How different the scene ft now pro- sonts from what it did one summner morning in the diys of old. Then in alfipst unbroken forest covered thaso fields. - There, at the juncture of the Canal ard Lake, were mnssive waotks of masonry attest theo enterprise of t great and - prosperous State, was Fuothing but. tlre charred remains of buildings which tho mon of \77 prefered to Aux-render to tho flames, rather than tozfitho confderet and victorious Bur- goyne. _ Allaromnd upon the hillside to- wards the wost, stood -nuumberiess white tontg. _ The harbor was crowded, not as it{irne=erwith tlo-craft of commerce, bug with boats aand galleys of the invad- over all this array of vxyx’xriike prparation floated the broad 4 free of King George the Third. Singing upon Athasg heights which upon lake ind strea and wood, if is time to collect his evil thoughts, a hur- not strange thit memory should recall! THRDAY, MAY 20, 1871. & ( __ omo + The scene changes once more. All is {life and bustle and commotion. - Hun- i dreds of batteaux aro moving up Wood Creek filed with Brunswickers, - Col- umn after column take up their march, moving forward with steady and meas- ered stop, as the sharp word of com- mand rimgs along the lino. Behind them are endless trains of baggage wagons [drawn by oxon, surrounded by strag- «16am; with green pastures and fields of gling followers of the- camp, while in the rear ofall, pass along the grim barbari- ans of Bt. Leger, {feaving Skeenesboro once more solitary as the desert. Little they think of tho hardships thats they nro to encounterin the wilderness before them, nor of tho disgraceful fate that awaits them on the plains of Sara- toga -the fato thnt all should meet who come to war agninst freedom, and tram- | ple on tho rights of man. But hark ! tho packet boy, standing on the bow of his unrrow vessel, \winds his mellow horn,\ rousing us from our I revery, aud calling back our wandering | thoughts to the realities of the present. ) Then sundenly, \as if a trumpet rang,\ in!“ starts from shed and stable, and- ov» ory corner of the streets, carts, wagons, 'arriages and vehicles of every. namo and | description. - Thoy all rattle recklessly along, until arriving in front of the Ba- zar, there takes placo a goneral turning line of vehicies is mndoififigfififiifiéméfi length. On comes the packet, the jaded horses smarting under the lash of theo roundond backing. upm@intil-a~strmight. - ,. tower atove the tnwn, and fooking forth ! ried step was heard, and a blow from an unseen hind. Its an av ongeng thunder bold, the shame'ess seoumirel on his hack. \A hoht' a.fight ** 311mm, Tam, butt the ates of the Shamrnch tavern were too much neenstomed to nightly brawls gnd rloting, to heed his call ** There's a piece of eaudle on the ta- bie,\ cried the emigtant. With the .ud'of a match, which Tom earried in his pocket, ho soon mule a tight, but the rabh v. with chasactar' tic cunning and mind, had crawled. unnoticed through the doors ay, 3 and was gone. After expre ising his wander anmewlat a provence - of come on with your clothes, and wo will y) down and nab him before he's time to hide it,\ and stooping down to pick I upa garment to hand the emigrunt, his ye rested upon the leathirn purse. The reaction from despur to delight | well mgh made the old man wild; he ! Lughed and wept, and opemng the purse with many thanks and words of kind- ness, tried too urge upen him a gener- ous sum of geld. No, sir.ee,\ sud Tom, \can't take it; rather give yon some, if I had it, wouldn's had any objections if Ed won it at sever | up, but to hakeat from an old man what's robl'd isn't the patato - its onions, it is. | ¥on see, honet's honer.\ > However, the enmgraut continned to gome images which have been improsed ' old times 'the times that tried en's mast loys, wifi recur too us again. I driver, until arriving opposite the Aug- upon it by the page of history. Those Sison, a voice sings out the short but . emphatic o-0-ip, when the long sonla' - when Warner, Ethan Allen tow lins is cast of, and the- boat stops R _ p aud 1m SR’WflO (111791396. these Vcll-fsnddgnly‘ like one who sees n £11051. Then turning slowly nround, as if to Old Sheensboz=s ns it was in '77 rises show its utter and supreme contompt to onr mental vision, and like the pic- tures of a many a scena pis os before our eyes, - Yonder, coming round thre Elbow, are the Amorieans te- treating from Fort Ti, and pressing bard upon them nro ths parsing enemy. Now reaching the fills of Wood Crook, Andiinding fortBer retrent impossible, commenees that short but fierce encoun- upon this d:scovery. anl iusinnating arse him, until at last, thinking of the overcome, the peatriots fire their vessel, 'a an . f a. rather emphatiehlly that he was lucky in > promise he made to procure better quar- and soorr they are blown into the air, making the eseape he did, Tom turned l his attention to the man. _ i \ God forrive me,\ he sid, for bring- ing you to this house.\ \* God bless yon for coming til aid me. 1 think if ye hadn't, the man would have murthered me,\ replied the emigrant. , \As for the matter of that,\ rejoined Fom, \I don't believe but there have been better fellows than him that have swung for murder. - You may thank for- tune that he has loft your life and taken your money.\ «Money? my money gone?\ ex- claimed the excited emigrant, \then I'm ruined, rfined, ruined,\ and he wrung |. his handsin agony, as if the last frail thing in life upon which to lean had de-| ; parted. , \I'm an owld iman,\ he continued, looking at Tom with @n expression of despondenoy, ''snd' theses hands have | tors for the widow and Kathleen, he fi- mally cogent ul to recuive one of the hundred gnirreans. It was now nearly break of day, and the two having what would be necessary to be done on the morrow. the old man hid down agrin upon the bed, but not to sleep. Tom threw himsel{ upon the floor, and was soon snoozing soundly; but mot until he had muttered to himself, soliloquizingly- \Well if this ere night hasn' been a night, what is a night, then damme.\ CHAPTER IV. T WAS but a little while subsequent to the closing:scene in our lost chap- & : ter when the day begain to dawn; $5 and while the darkness is changing into twilight, and the twilight meltihg into open day, come with us, good read- filling ig with ten thousand fragment. Now the three regiments which bave goue down South Bay ars seen bnurrying over the west inesuntain to intercept the patriots in their march towards Fort Ann. Now the conqnerors from the hard-fought battife of Hubbardton coms marching in, ind shout auswers shout, as they Fein the comrades they parted with at the fool of Mount Defiance: \Fhe scene changes, and a great camp rises to the vision. filled with thousands of arm- ed men. _ There goes an English officer, his golden epmuletts glistening in the sun;.there a hired Hessian, of Hanau, the base vasml of his needy lord, deck- ed in the uniforma of Germany-while yonder staillsna tall savage in hideous war paint, armed with knifo and tom hawk, ard with a string of scalps dang- ling at bs side, tr of the Now, likely to be; | for the runners awaiting its approach, hoves stern foremost to the landing. Aud now there is a rumpus, anda riot, and n row. - Voices from the despest base to the shrillest troble, uttering their accents all known and unknown tongues,in all dead and living Ianguages, break upon the air in one great sound of mingled nud undistingnuishable dis- cord. We feel as did the immortal art- . ist, while attempting to catch the linea- ments of an. ol l mun stretched upon the rack, \God ! if I could but paint a dy- ing groin I\ What the sum totol- what would bea chowder of French and glish, Irish and Aincrican, salted with low Datch, and peppered with ev- ery s‘qenl and grant, that over came from any man or beast, compared_with the eonfusion and hurrah of a crowd of Whitehall runners? No more than is the soft south wind that scarcely stirs the leaves, to the noise of Babel, or the voice of many waters Nothing was made in vain; and of course theso geni® uses were intended to anywar some wise purposeof Providence, yet we wopgld humbly and respectfully enquire what particulw use there was, in giving them mouths as large as wash bowlg, and tongues as long as hand-saws ! $J ~ At length, the astonished 'pabsenger, being duly pulled this way anti’timtyfizy importuned and sppesledto, 'joubled by -a v - 2202222 f 22 uns »
