But a deadly chill comes o'er me, as the day looms up before me, When a thousand men lay bleeding on the slopes of Bunker's Hill. 'T was a peaceful summer's morning, when the first thing gave us warning I Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore: "Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this noise and clatter? Have those scalping Indian devils come to murder us once more?" Poor old soul! my sides were shaking in the midst of all my quaking, To hear her talk of Indians when the guns began to roar: 15 She had seen the burning village, and the slaughter and the pillage, When the Mohawks killed her father with their bullets through his door. Then I said, "Now, dear old granny, don't you fret and worry any, For I'll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play; to Charlestown, annoyed on the way by the Americans who followed and accompanied them. 16. The Mohawks, a formidable part of the Six Nations, were held in great dread, as they were the most cruel and warlike of all the tribes. In connection with the French they fell upon the frontier settlements during Queen Anne's war, early in the eighteenth century, and committed terrible deeds, long remembered n New England households. There can't be mischief in it, so I won't be gone a minute " 20 For a minute then I started. I was gone the live. long day. No time for bodice-lacing or for looking-glass grimacing; Down my hair went as I hurried, tumbling halfway to my heels ;' God forbid your ever knowing, when there's blood around her flowing, How the lonely, helpless daughter of a quiet household feels! 25 In the street I heard a thumping; and I knew it was the stumping Of the Corporal, our old neighbor, on that wooden leg he wore, With a knot of women round him, I had found him, -it was lucky So I followed with the others, and the Corporal 30 The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the creaking stair, Just across the narrow river made me shiver ! Oh, so close it Stood a fortress on the hill-top that but yesterday was bare. Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it, Though the earth work hid them from us, and the stubborn walls were dumb. 35 Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other, And their lips were white with terror as they said, The morning slowly wasted, not a morsel had we tasted, And our heads were almost splitting with the cannons' deafening thrill, When a figure tall and stately round the rampart strode sedately; 40 It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he commanded on the hill. Every woman's heart grew bigger when we saw his manly figure, With the banyan buckled round it, standing up so straight and tall ; Like a gentleman of leisure who is strolling out for pleasure, Through the storm of shells and cannon-shot he walked around the wall. 45 At eleven the streets were swarming, for the redcoats' ranks were forming; At noon in marching order they were moving to the piers; 40. Colonel William Prescott, who commanded the detachment which marched from Cambridge June 16, 1775, to fortify Breed's hill, was the grandfather o. William Hickling Prescott, the historian. He was in the field during the entire battle of the 17th in command of the redoubt. 42. Banyan - a flowered morning gown which Prescott is said to have worn during the hot day, a good illustration of the un How the bayonets gleamed and glistened, as we looked far down, and listened To the trampling and the drum-beat of the belted grenadiers! At length the men have started, with a cheer (it seemed faint-hearted), 50 In their scarlet regimentals, with their knapsacks on their backs, And the reddening, rippling water, as after a seafight's slaughter, Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along their tracks. So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order ; And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers, soldiers still: 55 The time seemed everlasting to us women faint and fasting, At last they're moving, marching, marching proudly up the hill. We can see the bright steel glancing all along the lines advancing Now the front rank fires a volley - they have thrown away their shot; For behind their earthwork lying, all the balls above them flying, 60 Our people need not hurry; so they wait and an swer not. military appearance of the soldiers engaged. His nonchalant walk upon the parapets is also a historic fact, and was for the encouragement of the troops within the redoubt. Then the Corporal, our old cripple (he would swear sometimes and tipple), He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old Calls out in words of jeering, just as if they alı were hearing, And his wooden leg thumps fiercely on the dusty belfry floor: 6.5 "Oh! fire away, ye villains, and earn King George's shillin's, But ye'll waste a ton of powder afore a 'rebel' falls; You may bang the dirt and welcome, they're as safe as Dan'l Malcolm Ten foot beneath the gravestone that you've splintered with your balls!" 62. Many of the officers as well as men on the American side had become familiarized with service through the old French war, which came to an end in 1763: 67. Dr. Holmes makes the following note to this line: "The following epitaph is still to be read on a tall gravestone, standing as yet undisturbed among the transplanted monuments of the dead in Copp's Hill Burial Ground, one of the three city [Boston] cemeteries which have been desecrated and ruined within my own remembrance: "Here lies buried in a Aged 44 years, A true son of Liberty, L opposing the Revenue Acts |