The Yankee Champion — page 18: what you’re looking at

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_. THE YANKEE CHAMPION, | li own bed; now_let her beware of the thunders she has awakened about her resting place.” ‘Il believe you speak truly,”’’ FUSUIH Od the doctor, in a thougtful mood. ‘Speak truly? I know I do.’ I know the true re- publican hearts that beat in. Massachusetts, and I know, too, that the other colonies will not flinch be- fore British steel.’’ At this moment Walter rushed into the house. His face was flushed with excitement, and his bosom swelled with a proud emotion. “What of the British, my boy?—what of the Brit- ish?’? quickly asked the old man. “They have fled like a flock of sheep, and are now on their way to Boston,’’ returned Walter. “Fled! They’ve fled!’’ fairly shouted Nixon, as he raised himself upon his elbow. ‘‘The regulars have fled before our raw militia! Then I can die content. Are our countrymen pursuing them, Wal- ter?’”’ “Yes; the minute men are pouring in from all quarters. The intelligence has spread through all the country like wild-fire, and American muskets are gleaming behind nearly every wall and bush near the road.”’ a ‘““Good—good. God be praised! Walter, come here. ’”’ The old patriot’s voice sank to a deep, Meaning tone, and his son approached the bedside. He set the still warm musket against the post, and then took his father’s hand in his own. “My boy, has that old musket been of service in your hands?’’ “Yes, father. At the first fire by our men only one of the British fell and *twas your musket that Eomilchooks:co mm