Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . slow trickling from his side;And doubly strange that fearful sight to one who neer before,Amid the shouting of the hosts, and the cannons deadly roar,Had seen a fellow-mortal lie thus lifeless in his gore. But rage supplanted this at once—my heart grew strong again; Uprose grim wrath and bitter hate, and bitterer disdain. I longed to add a leaden drop unto that whizzing rain— The tenderness of youth I found forevermore had gone. My cheek was leaned upon my gun, the sight was finely drawn Upon a gold-laced officer who cheered the H
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . slow trickling from his side;And doubly strange that fearful sight to one who neer before,Amid the shouting of the hosts, and the cannons deadly roar,Had seen a fellow-mortal lie thus lifeless in his gore. But rage supplanted this at once—my heart grew strong again; Uprose grim wrath and bitter hate, and bitterer disdain. I longed to add a leaden drop unto that whizzing rain— The tenderness of youth I found forevermore had gone. My cheek was leaned upon my gun, the sight was finely drawn Upon a gold-laced officer who cheered the Hessians on ; And, trembling in my eagerness to strike for home a blow, I sent the lead, as mother said, two finger-lengths below The ridge that marked the collar-bone, and laughed when fell the foe. There comes a pause within the figlit—we see some horsemen group,And on the breast-work ridge take line, a dark and threatening troop—Compact they form, with sabres drawn, upon our force to , now we smile a grimly smile, and wrath our bosom stirs ;. UATTLE GROUND, BENNINGTON. 328 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. We newly load and careful prime our firelocks for the curs—For well we know their uniform, those Brunswicker chasseurs !They come at last whose doom was past, long, weary months before—They come to meet the death that we to deal upon them swore,When first the bearded robbers came for plunder to our shore. They come, the mercenary dogs, assassins of the crown ; Right gracefully and gallantly they set their horses brown, Then rowel-deep they drive their spurs, and thunder madly down. But as the ground is shaking round before their horses tread, A sheet of fire their sabres lights, high waving overhead, And of the hundred men who charge full forty-eight lie dead. Those who survive in vain they strive ; they may not fight nor run— We pass them quickly to the rear, our captives every one. And so we serve the Brunswicker that day at Bennington. Then where their
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