Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 70: what you’re looking at

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72 | BALD EAGLE. casting off at once the air of sanctimonious humility so little accordant with his person. A moment after, Montagnie might have been seen tearing down the road at a most unclerical speed. ‘The men of the garrison sent after him three cheers and a round of bullets, supposing his speed to be caused by shame of his defeat. “ Go home, spooney, and bring us some more news !” was shouted from the ramparts, and a wild laugh rang through the hills at the discomfited rider. When the inhabitants of Newburgh retired on the night which we have described in a former chapter, the tents of the soldiery gleamed in the silence, and the whole round of mili- tary duty seemed unchanged. The many little offices per- formed by the poorer part of the population, were still open. Many of the garments of the troops were in their possession, and nothing gave indications of change. One by one the lights disappeared; the sounds of mirth or soldierly duty grew hushed, and town and camp were buried in silence. When the morning appeared, not a vestige of the camp remained. So silently and secretly had the work been per- formed, that all seemed like a spell of enchantment. Where had been the stir and the tumult of armed men, was now an unbroken solitude. Batallion after batallion had moyed out under safe and sure guides. Scouts had secured the passes. Stragglers had been forced to join the march, and an army, silent as death, made its way by the back road which we have — eXx- plained, to the heart of the Jerseys. While the hushed and delighted patriots thus marched to a new and final battle-field, the Intercepted Dispatches, so carefully planned by Washington, were borne with the ut- most speed to Sir Henry Clinton in New York, and resulted, as the commander-in-chief had anticipated, in the sudden withdrawal of the British naval forces from Chesapeake Bay to New York harbor. On this memorable march, Washington was calm, but ut- terly silent. A wave of the hand, ® motion of the head suf- ficed. Hamilton rode upon one side, the Bald Eagle upon the other. The orders had been: connicloooks.com