. The history of our country from its discovery by Columbus to the celebration of the centennial anniversary of its declaration of independence ... Joseph Warren. the intrenchment. But the third time the British pressed on morefirmly; they scaled the intrenchment; the Americans, many ofthem without powder, tried to beat them back with clubbed muskets, TICONDEROGA AND BUNKER IIILL. 211 and volleys of stones caught up from the redoubt; but their lastresistance was in vain, the British had gained the suuimit, and theAmericans, beaten backwards, fled down the hill, and retreated be-yond Charlestow
. The history of our country from its discovery by Columbus to the celebration of the centennial anniversary of its declaration of independence ... Joseph Warren. the intrenchment. But the third time the British pressed on morefirmly; they scaled the intrenchment; the Americans, many ofthem without powder, tried to beat them back with clubbed muskets, TICONDEROGA AND BUNKER IIILL. 211 and volleys of stones caught up from the redoubt; but their lastresistance was in vain, the British had gained the suuimit, and theAmericans, beaten backwards, fled down the hill, and retreated be-yond Charlestown Neck. The last man to leave the field wasJoseph Warren, one of the bravest and noblest of all who hadgathered there that day. As he turned to follow his retreating com-panions, he was shot through the head and killed instantly. Thebattle had lasted two hours, and when the day ended, 1,100 menfrom the British ranks, 450 men from the Americans, were found tobe lost in the encounter. To-day, a grand monument rises from the summit where Warrenfell, and on the grasS-covered terraces which crown the hill, there. Plan of Bunker Hill. are no other signs of battle ; hundreds of tall-masted ships crowdBoston harbor, where the British ships then rode at anchor; on theruins of Charlestown, that day burnt to the ground, a thickly builtcity stands; on the summit of Copps Hill, where the Englishplanted their cannon, is an old cemetery with its mouldering grave-stones. There, in the midst of the great city, sleep many of the fore-fathers of the old town. There, where some of my ancestors sleep,and very likely some of yours, the sunshine falls pleasantly on thecrumbling old stones and the neglected paths overgrown with grassand burdocks. It is a century since these places resounded with the 212 STORY OF OUR COUNTRY. thunder of British cannon, and no traces of the struggle are leftthere. Happily, our good mother Earth bears no scars from thebattles fought on her bosom, but covers them quickly
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