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But a deadly chill comes o’er me, as the day loonis

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 19 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


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

New England households.

There can't be mischief in it, so I won't be gono

a minutes


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 half

way 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, — it was lucky

I had found him,
So I followed with the others, and the Corporal

marched before.

They were making for the steeple, the old sol

dier and his people; 30 The pigeons circled round us as we climbed the

creaking stair, Just across the narrow river - Oh, so close it

made me shiver ! 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 35 Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild

stubborn walls were dumb.

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 can.

nons' deafening thrill, When a figure tall and stately round the rampart

strode sedately ; 10 It was PRESCOTT, one since told me; he com

manded 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 red

coats' 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 up:

How the bayonets gleamed and glis d, as we

looked far down, and listened To the trampling and the drum-beat of the belted


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 sea

fight'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 anThen the Corporal, our old cripple (he would

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.

swear sometimes and tipple),
He had heard the bullets whistle (in the old

French war) before,
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,

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


62. Many of the officers as well as men on the American side bad 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:

“ IIere lies buried in
Stone Grave 10 feet deep,
Who departed this Life
October 23, 1769,

Aged 44 years,
A true son of Liberty,
A Friend to the Publick,
An Enemy to oppression,

And one of the foremost
to opposing the Revenue Acta

On America.”

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