The Yankee Champion — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“SS , sae... = * ~ 4 a < ; | ’ > : THE YANKEE CHAMPION, 9 trymen lay dead upon the greensward of Lexington —they fell by British bullets! Fly, fly to join your bold townsmen. I will live, Walter, till you return. Go; and when you come back I will bless you; and if you fall, I’ll bless my patriot boy in heaven. | shall not die so long as there is a British soldier in Concord—lI feel it—I know it.”’ Walter Nixon sprang to his bedside, pressed his lips upon the wrinkled brow of his father, uttered forth a short prayer, and then grasping his musket more firmly in his hand, he hurried from the house just as the little band of patriots was passing. “T must have roomin your front ranks, major,”’ he exclaimed, as he came up to the head of the body. : .*VYou shall, my noble young man,” heartily re- sponded Buttrick. ‘‘Fall in where it suits you best.’’ The provincials were formed in double file, and Walter took his place immediately behind the musi- cians. At length the British red-coats were in sight on the west side of the river; but as the American militia approached they marched across the bridge, and faced about upon the east side, where they commenced tearing up the planks. Buttrick, seeing this, rushed forward, and his gallant band followed him; and as they came near the bridge the British commenced firing. The first volley took no effect, but at the second, Captain Davis fell, and his head rested upon the foot of Walter Nixon. The young man stooped down, and lifting the head of the gal- lant captain in his hands, he laid it upon a green sod, and then sprang forward upon the bridge, and in a moment more old Nixon’s musket was leveled — upon the enemy. GComichooks:.co m