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At the very moment that Dirk and Well, I declare, here comes Widow the Dominie heard the sounds of the Schneider's son Cantine, that went off in cannon during the first battle (I should Gates's army, and he's limping too. He have mentioned it chronologically), a looks dreadfully pale. I wonder if he's group of women were at Foxen Creek come home wounded? How do, Canwashing. Owing to their finer organiza- tine. Why, what's the matter, boy, with tion, they all heard the cannon jar louder you?" than either Dirk or the Dominie. Per- “A good deal," said the lad, wearily. haps the silence of Nature in the green “I'm wounded in the leg, and come dingle of the creek had something to do home to be cured, I hope.”

I with it.

How did you get wounded, boy?" "Oh, my poor husband I” said one. asked the Dominie. “God rest his soul in glory!"

“We've had two great battles between “There goes another shot!" said the Gates and B’gyne, and we've whipped second. "He's shot to pieces he is! Oh, the plaguey Britishers out of sight." blessed Mary, receive him into Paradise!" "Ah, ah !” said Dirk. "I thought so.

“That's the way poor folks are used !" Our ears, Dominie, did not play false after cried a third. "They fight all the battles all. When did the first fight come off ?” and the offishers git all the glory!" “The first was on the 19th of Septem

And so ran the lamentations of the ber, and the last on the 7th of this month," poor women till all the sylvan dell was said the lad, lifting himself proudly on filled with their sorrow.

his crutches. “ And if both were not Days passed along and no tidings from good stand-up tough fights, there 're no the north. At length came another sun- snakes." set towards the middle of the month. “No doubt of that," ejaculated Dirk.

Good-evening to you, Dominie !" “Well, give us thy story, Cantine !" exclaimed Dirk Steenkirk to the Rev. said the Dominie. Derrick Schnaaps, as both met again at Before, however, the lad, who had taken the corner of the two streets.

a seat on a grassy bank, commences, let “Our ears must have deceived us, us describe the house beside which the Dirk," said the Dominie, after returning three were gathered. the salutation of the old tailor. “No It was a two-story building, with a news of any battle as yet.”

gambrel roof, in which squatted two or "Hardly time, Dominie, hardly time!" three dormer windows looking on Marresponded Dirk. “You must consider ket Street, along which rose its front, that we're thirty miles from Saratoga, if directly at the corner, as noticed. It was the battle, as I think it was, was fought full of little rooms as a worm-eaten cheese there, and no end to the woods between. is of holes, and its broad-benched “stoop" In fact, as you know, it is all woods ex- was of wood. Its door had the customcept where General Schuyler cut down ary two leaves swinging in the middle, the trees to make his camp at The and the brass knocker was a grinning Sprouts of the Mohawk, and at little wolf's head. The foundation walls comFort Ann, that's hardly big enough to posing the lower story were of rough swing a cat round in it.”

plastered stone, and the upper half of "Oh, no; it isn't all woods !” returned the door leading into the story was a the Dominie. “There's Deacon Bronck's window. The whole building (with the clearing, not more than four miles out, exception of the foundation) was of the and then Jan Jansen has cleared up small, Ainty Holland brick. It had little quite a place two miles farther up. And windows dotted all over it, and a range then there's Brom Stryker, a mile or of loop-holes belted it. Altogether it two above "The Sprouts.' Still I think was an odd concern, half dwelling, half myself there's been hardly time for any block-house, and was built when an innews yet.”

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the Esopus Indians. On the side toward opposite. In a few moments he emerged the cross street was the date of its erec- wiping his mouth, tion, 1765, in small iron letters.

Well, you see !” said the lad, reseating • Well,” said Cantine, "when Gates himself, this time on the stoop, “about heard that old weather-beaten red-faced ten in the morning B’gyne sallied out in B’gyne had left Fort Edward, he marche three bodies toʻrds Gates and Arnold, and ed as far north as Bemis Heights and I tell ye what 'tis, Gin’ral Arnold's noentrenched. I was put on picket, and body's fool at fighting, mind I tell ye! so, one day, I saw red spots breaking Gates met him with a part of his army, out of the dust on the road further north led on by old Morgan, of Virginny, and leading to Fort Edward, and I give the a real old hoss he is at fighting too, and alarm. Sure enough B'gyne was coming, Gin'ral Dearborn. Morgan fought the and we knew that a fight would come Indians and Canada Tories alongside of off right away, for Gates was a tough Dearborn, while Bigyne comes along up old sarpent to deal with, and wouldn't to a place called Freeman's Farm; and stand no nonsense anyhow. So we here Gin'ral Fraser and Gin'ral Arnold began to prepare for a high old time. have a tussel, and finally at last both arGates is like a singed cat—he's better mies meet here and the real battle begins. than he looks—and don't mind a Brit- Now we drive the British, and now the isher a bit more than old granny Van- British drive us. Now we push, and now derheyden minds a pinch o' snuff. And they, jest like couple of sawyers at talking of snuff, I shouldn't mind a a log. At last night come, and both mossle o' whiskey if you have any about sides stopped fighting. In the morning, ye. Howsever, there was Gates and though, B’gyne was nowheres with his there was B'gyne.”

troops; he'd got enough of fighting for “Do go on with the fight, lad," said the present, I tell ye. Dirk, “and don't shoot round the hay- "The night before, though, we boys were stack like a humming-bird round a tum- all alive. Every one of us thought we'd bler. I guess you've had more whiskey have another fight, and we lay down by now than is good for you, boy."

our arms all ready. The talk around the “ Well, ain't I a telling on ye!" said camp-fires and in the tents was whether the lad, curtly. “If ye know more we couldn't lick B'gyne, and we all rayther about it than I do, go on and tell it your- thought we could. self and be hanged to ye!”

“There was one thing though that made "Don't be angry, good Cantine," said me feel a kinder ugly. It was this: I was the Dominie, soothingly, “We're so sentry at Gin’ral Gates' tent, and I heard, anxious about the fight, you know, that without meaning to, a little talk between we're impatient, you know.”

the old Gin'ral and the Quartermaster "Well, if ye know, as I said before, go that made my hair stand up. 'Twas only on and tell it," said the lad, in hope the a sort of broken bits of talk I heard, but whiskey would be forthcoming at the I conldn't help putting them together. delay.

Says Gates, says he, 'Quartermaster, how "I should think," he continued, after about the ammunition?' 'Pretty bad,' a while, "you might squeeze out a drop says the Quartermaster, and then they or so of cider. I won't go on, that's flat, both fell to whispering. “Enough to last until I wet my throat.” And the boy if B'gyne attacks us in the morning ?' looked as pig-headed as possible.

asks Gates. “Well, hardly,' said the QuarDirk and the Dominie, finding the lad termaster. That's bad, very bad,' says determined not to proceed without the Gates; 'but let's keep it all to ourselves, whiskey, reluctantly handed him a few and if worst comes to the worst we can small silver pieces, and with them Can- retreat to the “Sprouts” again and entine hobbled to the little cowering shed- trench, or we can stay where we are grocery of old Mrs. Vanderheyden, nearly and wait for ammunition from Albany."

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“Well, as I said before, there was no and Glover and Learned and Tenbroeck B’gyne to disturb us next morning, 'n the and Arnold at the head of all, and Morgan next, ’n the next. We almost got tired next. We driv' the British out of their of waiting. I acted as a picket, and one works, and at last we come upon the Hesnight I got close to the British lines. I sians in their camp, and we driv' them oui, crept behind a thicket, close to a camp- all except Gin’ral Breyman, who was shot, fire. 'Arrah,' says an Irish grenadier, and as the sun went down we found we'd

and I wonder what B’gyne manes to do? got the victory. As for my part, I'm tired to death doing “'Twas just about this time that I was nothing.'

shot, and I don't remember any more, and "Wait a little,' said another, 'and if so I come home to tell you all about it. B'gyne don't give these rebels the old There was one thing, however, Gates scratch I'm mistaken.' Just then a twig was fully prepared if the fight had gone snapped under my foot and I made my- against him. He had a horse all saddled, self scarce.

close by his tent, to make a run for it if “ In the mean time, the story got about we got defeated; and the baggage wagons among the men that Gates and Gin'ral

were all loaded, with the horses' heads Arnold had had a quarrel. But we was pointed to'rds Albany. As I went limpall strained up to the right pitch for a ing along by Gates' horse, the darkey fight, and I do believe if all the Gin'rals who was holding the bridle, says lie, grinhad quarrelled amongst themselves we ning, “This hoss of Gin'ral Gates 'll jump men 'ud a fit B’gyne ourselves.

all the gates 'twixt here and Allbouny, “At last B’gyne come to the scratch says he, 'that is, ef there was any gates, again, and attacked us. This was on the which there ain't,' says he. 7th of October. The battle began about “And as I went past the baggagetwo o'clock in the afternoon, and it was wagons, says the head driver, says he, a tough fight, I tell ye. Morgan and 'How goes the battle ?' says he, 'for my Fraser fit each other, and Pon led up his hosses won't go to'rds Albany till old Arbrigade against Col. Ackland, and Gin’ral nold says the word. When you see him Dearborn and Lord Balcarris had it hot a comin' this way you may be sure the and heavy. Arnold, although he'd been Britishers is a comin' too, and then the stripped of his rank by Gates, mounted old Harry take the hindmost.' his horse as a volunteer at the head of “I up and told him how it had gone, and three regiments of Gin'ral Learned's bri- didn't they hurray! I rayther guess gade, and charged Bögyne's centre where some! And down here I come in a empty the Hessians stood, and routed 'em, and baggage wagon to tell ye all the news! off they run. Just about this time I hap- And now I think of it, how's mother?" pened to be fighting by the side of Tim A day or two after Cantine's descripMurphy, of Morgan's rifle corps. There tion, confirmation of the news reached was a fine-iooking British officer in front, the little antique city, which was illunion a white horse. He was very active in nated in honor of the tidings. rallying his troops and leading them on. Cantine found the news a capital ex. Do ye see that officer,

Col. cuse to get drunk, and found himself the Morgan. 'I do,' answers Tim. “It's Gin’- next morning in the stocks standing by ral Fraser,' says Morgan. “I respect him the Dutch Church, at the intersection of but it's necessary he should die.'— Amen,' Deer (now State) Street with Market. says Tim, and a short time a shot comes The inhabitants were carried away from a tree which Tim had taken a sta- with excitement. Fort Frederick fired tion in, and Gin'ral Fraser falls shot. a salute, and King George was burnt in

“Then come the last charge, and didn't effigy in Lyon (now Washington) Street. the boys go it? I tell you they did some. The mayor, who lived in Queen (now Elk) On they went, on they went, hurrah boys! Street, kept his house illuminated three There was Gin'ral Patterson and Brooks, nights, and the little boys kindled bon

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fires in all the streets and lanes of the my shins! No matter dough! He said city, while the larger played “soger," "Kah-kah!' dat's mede Crow-in Inparading Deer Street continually with tin jin; dough why he call colored gentleums swords and broomsticks.

Crows for, dis niggah didn't know, 'cept Days passed with no further tidings. both be brack, and de eagle brack too, At length, one fresh October inorning and he ain't no crow. But, says he, Kah(the 20th of the month), ripe to the heart kah, de Red Face, dat's B'gwine, don't call as a golden pippin, old Brom, the black hisself war-yer no more.

He's a woman Dutch fiddler of Albany, living in a little to de Blue Coat; dat is, B'gwine give up log cabin on the edge of Pinkster Hollow, to Gin-rall Gates, as he telled finally at came to Dirk's house, and was just about last, and here ole Brom comes up to tell mounting the stoop toward the wolf's- Massa Dirk!” head knocker, when Dirk opened the “Here's something for your good news, window portion of the basement door Brom,” said Dirk, throwing him a silver with

piece, which Brom caught with his hand “How now, Brom, what's the matter ?': as a dog catches a tossed bone in his

Golly, massa, how de do? Bery well, mouth, and started for Mrs. VanderheyI tank-ee, same yourself. And B'gwine den’s grocery. is a comin' wid de Bittish, and de mean “Here comes Cantine, and with a Hessian, right straight along. Golly-me, young tree too. Well, Cantine, how are dad!”

you this fine brisk morning?' “Who, what, where, what ye're about, Very well, tailor!” said the boy, Brom; drunk or what?"

using his crutch more than ever. “ The “Well, de trut is B'gwine is on the stocks are not very good for wounded road to Albany, and his army wid 'em!” limbs. Here's an elon I've got for ye, and Brom cut a caper.

tailor!” continued he. “Aha! surrendered, has he?" said "Tailor, tailor," responded Dirk. Dirk.

“Here's impudence, and from boys “S’rendered! what's dat? He guv up, too." and Gin'rall Gates he tuk his sword; “If ye ain't a tailor what are ye?" said and B'gwine is a comin', and Gin'rall He- the lad, grinning. “Mayor, perhans, but rides-well, and Gin’rall Phil-lups and—” I don't believe in it."

“ General He-rides-well !” repeated “You don't believe in anything but Dirk.

whiskey and the stocks." "General De Riedesel, he means, neigh- “Precious little whiskey I see from bor Dirk!” said the Dominie, who had you,” said Cantine in a rage; " and as for approached unobserved.

the stocks, look out or I'll have your “Ah, yes !” said Dirk, “and Phil-lups heels tripped up too, confound ye." is doubtless General Phillips, Burgoyne's "Well, what have you got there ?" said commander of artillery. Well, this is Dirk, pulling out his pipe as a sedative. news indeed. But how did you hear it, “An elm for ye, from the hill by the Brom, so ahead of every one?"

old Fort. It grew just by Pinkster IIol“De Injin chief, Skin-'em-down—" low, nigh the big spring. But if ye don't

"Skin-'em-down! what a name,” said want it, say so." Dirk.

At this moment a cloud of dust rolled “Sken-an-doah, of course, Dirk," said around the corner near the Patroon's the Dominie.

mansion, at the head of the long street. "Well, I call ’m Skin'-em-down!” said Nearer it came, and now through it forms Brom resolutely. “He skins 'em down and were dimly discernible. Down rolled up too, and all over, when he's got a hold the cloud, and clearer showed the forms. on 'm. Golly, I've seed 'm up dere in de Tramp-tramp-tramp-down the rural Mohawk country—he skin one white man, road marched the forms. First came the a Frenchy, from de head to de toe. Bress blue coats of America, blue laced with

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red, two regiments led by Gen. Bricketts. they went, until at length the last of the The Stars and Stripes (just made the conquered army of Burgoyne had passed national banner by Congress, and un- Dirk and his two companions. furled for the first time in the nation at Down they streamed to Deer Street, the surrender of Burgoyne) came next, then, turning to the left, down Deer to borne by a mounted officer. Then the the waterside, whence they were wafted Irish grenadiers with their bearskin caps, in boats to Groen-en-busch (now Greenand the Scotch fusiliers in their red bush), on the hills back of which barracks turned up with blue. Next rolled ponder- for their accommodation had been hastily ously along the royal batteries, with the erected. artillerymen in their blue turned up with “I wonder if they'll go near Tiger red. The Germans followed; the Hessian (now Lancaster) Street, where mother yager with his great canteen, and studded lives!” said Cantine. “But again, do with brass ornaments, and the De Riede- you or don't you want the elm ?” sel dragoon, with his heavy plumed hel- “Of course I do, good Cantine!" said met. Squalid, emaciated, were these Dirk. “ Plant it right before the house, troops, leading the wild inhabitants of as a remembrance of the day Burgoyne's the woods they had tamed—the great army went through Albany." black, waddling bear, the light, springy, “ All right, tailor, as your left leg!” graceful deer, the fox, the black-cat, and said the reckless Cantine, and the tree in one instance a spitting, snarling wild- was planted. cat in a wooden cage. Down they went; “It shall be called The Burgoyne no fife piped, no drum sounded. Triumph Tree,” said Dirk, and the Dominie asthere was none from the gazing groups, sented. over the sad, dejected, downcast proces

And the name from the tree crept to sion, with the exception of the Stars and the house, which is called The Burgoyne Stripes, that glittered wide in the breeze House down to this present day. of the rich October day. Down, down

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such a headache, sir." Then we chanced to look at as healthy, hearty children tell their petty sor. a tiny foot, all twisted and bent out of shape, rows with; but something so sad and wailing and knew what the small, suffering face had and pitiful that we needs must stop and ask the already told. Nothing could win her from her little one what ailed it. The girl was hardly six quiet, bashful tears; no sympathizing words, years old, scantily clad, soiled, very poor look- no offering of oranges, -great ripe, golden fruit ing; and with her was another girl, a year or that would have brought a smile to the trou80 her senior. Both, evidently, had come bled face of any child not soul-tired with suffrom the same home of poverty; no one to fering. To the elder one:look after them, to keep them from being " Where do you two live?" crushed in the crowd of wheels and hoofs and “In Brooklyn, sir.” men that hurried, crunched, and rolled over “What are you doing so far away from the pavement into the near ferry-house at home?Jersey City; nobody to keep them from ill “ We sing on the boat, sir ! " word or harsh treatment, or any harm that Still through the gates the crowds jostle and may come to children in the dangerous streets. push; fathers hurrying home to clasp their There they stood, leaning against the brick happy children in their arms; mothers gatherwall, the smallest one still weeping. “What ing up with one hand their fine garments as is the matter, my little girl?” Only the con- they passed, lest they should touch the loathticuous low sobbing for an answer; but the some beggars, and with the other leading their elder said, with that strange indifference own bright, daintily dressed daughters to brouglit by familiarity with pain, “She's only homes of plenty and content. Still the carts

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