. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . ding to the usages of war. Andrewas a fine young officer, and Washington MAJOR ANDRE. 113 wished very much to save his life. But thishe could not accomplish consistently withhis duty to his country. Andre was confined at a house in the townof Bedford, next to Salem, and my friendMat Olmsted recollected perfectly well tohave seen him there. He described him asa tall young man, with blue eyes, his hairpowdered white, and wearinga red coat. Matthew told mea great many stories abouthim. He said all the peoplewere very
. Wit bought, or, A New York boy's adventures when the empire state was young . ding to the usages of war. Andrewas a fine young officer, and Washington MAJOR ANDRE. 113 wished very much to save his life. But thishe could not accomplish consistently withhis duty to his country. Andre was confined at a house in the townof Bedford, next to Salem, and my friendMat Olmsted recollected perfectly well tohave seen him there. He described him asa tall young man, with blue eyes, his hairpowdered white, and wearinga red coat. Matthew told mea great many stories abouthim. He said all the peoplewere very sorry that he shouldbe executed. When he passedalong between the files of sol-diers to the scaffold, there wasscarcely an individual who didnot weep. Tears even rolleddown the rugged cheeks ofthe soldiers, who had been accustomed toscenes of battle and bloodshed. Andre alone seemed firm and walked erect, and such was his presenceof mind when he ascended the scaffold, thathappening to soil his coat by pressing againstone of the posts, he calmly took out his 10 §. 114 WIT BOUGHT. handkerchief and brushed the dust was a kind of type and illustration ofhis life and character. Though he was a spy,he did not die dishonoured; but the dignityof his bearing brushed away the soil upon thesoldier, and he perished amid the regrets ofthose whom war had made his enemies, leav-ing behind him thousands of hearts to mournhis untimely fate. The day after we passed West Point wesaw something coming up the river, paddlingthrough the water, and smoking away at agreat rate. Mat said it must be a Dutchman,and a cousin to our Captain Volcano ; but wewere soon told that it was a steamboat! I hadheard of such a thing, but had never seenone. There had been a good deal said in thenewspapers about one Robert Fulton, whowas trying to make vessels go by fire andwater, instead of wind. Most people thoughtFulton either crazy or a fool, to attempt sohopeless a task. But Fulton was a grea
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