The Yankee Champion — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, 7 ‘Yes, I did,’’ returned the doctor. “And what is it?’’? asked Nixon, almost raising himself upon his elbow. ‘Walter, go to the door, and see.”’ The young man quickly obeyed, and when he re- turned he looked pale and excited; but there was no fear in that pallor. “What is it, Walter?’ “FHather,’’ cuaweneal the young man, his eye burn- ing with an intense fire as he spoke; ‘‘the British troops have collected at. the old bridge, and our men are marching to dislodge them. The hireling soldiers have broken open the store-house and de- stroyed our flour; they have set the court-house on fire, and have cut down the liberty-pole on the hill.”’ ‘Cut down the liberty-pole!’’ exclaimed the old man, fairly starting up in his bed. ‘‘Great God! and has it come to this! Walter, I helped plant that liberty-pole—I helped build that store-house, and I must lay inactive here while a foreign foe thus tramples upon us. Who leads the provincials, my boy?” ‘*Major Buttrick leads them, but Colonel Robin- son is with him, and so is Captain Davis. They are marching against the regulars with undaunted firm- ness.” “May a just God strengthen the hands of my countrymen, and make their eyes sure,”’ ejaculated Nixon, as he folded his thin hands torether. and with painful difficulty raised them above his head. ‘“Walter,’? he continued, “‘that is a faithful old musket you hold in your hand; let it speak for me. Go, join your countrymen. There should be a Nixon in the battle-field when our country calls for her | sons to strike the invader. Go, Walter.’’ Eomicoooks.co m