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" LIBERTY AND UNION, ONE AND INSEPARABLE,- NOW- AND FORUVElt."
BROWN VILLE, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, MARCH 10, 1804.
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I ERE DID YOU GET THOSE
E W GOODS?
. BERRY & CO'S.,
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theIbattle cry of freedom.
Tc we'll rallj routd tbe fiag, boys, we'll rally once
.Shoutirg the battle-cry of Freedom ;
We will rally from the lill-side, well gather from
from the plain,
Shouting the battle-ery of Freedom.
Chjecs. The Union forercr,
Hurrah boys, hurrah !
Down witk the Traitor,
Up with the Star;
While we rally ron nd the fla, boys, raily once
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom !
We are ringing to the call of oar Brothers gone
Shoutins tbe battle-cry of Freedom;
And we'll 11 tb vacant ranka with a-iuiaii.n iree-
m: n mor,
Shouting the battle-cry cf Freedom I .
We will welcome to cur numbers the loyal trno and
Shouting tbe battle-cry of Freedom I
And altbo' be maybe joor he shall nercr be ft rlavo
Shouting tho battle cry of Freedom I
So we're springing to the call from the cast and
frotji the west,
Shouting tho battle-cry of Freedom;
And wc'il hurl the rcbol crew from the land we lore
Shouting tbo battle-cry of Freedom !
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110KACE WATERS, Tublisher,
ly No.4Sl Lniilway, New Vork.
limits and Post Masters who will addresnsU.
ill tie Minted lih UaMen, Field and Flo.
io 11 ti ciiiiniinfinn at fair rates. Tuee se
grown Lore and nre true t name. -
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Xemh Nnn-ery. Syracuse, Otoe, Co..
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E. 5. BURCHES,
.ire lone tloce been co ivin-edof the want of a fliw
Nursery in tbe West, where
EES, SHRUBS, FLOWERS, &c
he adapted to onr climate and soil. In view o!
t facta, I have etabUcbed io this place, and o3ei
Wholesale or Retail.
re and well selected stock, suited to this climai
es, atandard and dwarf; Pears, standard anddwarf .
Cherries, atandard and d war;
Apricota, m Nectarines,
"irwnbon and beddiig Plants, etc., etc.
.LW"n'd lr leave t,,ca" the atieoti.m of lh
ol Nebraska, Kansas, Colorado, Iowa and JJuUh
Misonri. My terms will be as low as any reliable eastern
' Purchasing of me the expenfo of transportatiot
the east can be saved.
I trees and plant are carefully labeled and packed
't manner, for which a charge of the actual com
te made. Ko charge will be made for tbe deli very
kageon board steamboats.
il communications addressed to the undersigned
. receive prompt attenUoa.
arch. 1863. 1. H. BURCHIS.
GOD SAVE THE STATE.
Gud bless our native land:
Firm may sho ever stand,
Through storm and night;
When the wild tetnpefts rave,
Kulcrcf wind and wave,
JLo thou our country save
Iy thy great might.
For her onr prayer shall rise
To God", above the skies ;
On him wo wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
T thee aloud wo cry,
- Jod save the State.
THE BOY PATRIOT.
In the year 177G Philadelphia was in
he hands of Howe and his inhuman sol
diery, while the field of Brandy wine gave
American people an evidence of British
iumanity. The inhabitants of PeLnsyl-
ania and Delaware were at the mercy
of ihiir foes. Bands of Hessian dra
goons scouted the vicinity of Philadelphia
for miles arounJ, and committed acls
whirh would disgrace a Vandal.
On the evening of a delightf ul autumn
day, a grcupe of boys, ranging in age
from twelve to seventeen years, were
gathered together on tbe steps of a ten
antless storehouse in .the little village of
Newark, Delaware. The town seemed
lonely, and, with the exception of the
youihful band referred to, not a human
being met the eye. All the men capable
of bearing arms, had left their homes tu
join the army of Washington on the
ischujlltill. A youth of sixteen, mount
ed on a barrel, was piving an account cf
the disaftrcus battle of Brandywine. -James
Wilson, the orator, was a bold boy
enthusiastic in his love for the Ameri
can cause, and possessed of no little in
telligence. His bright blue eyes and
flaxen hair gave him an effeminate ap
appearauce, but beneath the plain, home
spun jacket, throVbed a heart that never
never fhrat.k before any obstacle. His
father was commander of the Delaware
troops, and his' mother was dead. He
concuded his narative and was deeply la
menting that he could not join the army.
"I am not old enough," said he, "but had
I a musket, I would not stand idle here,
with my hands useless by ray side."
'Are there no guns of any descrip
tion in the village?" asked a .listening
"None. I have spent nearly a week
trying to find one, but my efforts have
been of no avail. I strongly suspect the
Tory Livirgiton, has several in his house
but as be permits no one to trespass upon
his premises, I am unable to say posi
tively.' 'Why no', take a party and search his
dwelling ?" exclaimed Frank Howard ;
"l e has no cne there to assist him ex
cept his cowardly son George and I can
thrash him as easy as that," and the toy
snapped his fingers to imply the readi
ness with which he could trounce old Liv
ington'sson. If there are any threo boys in this
company uho will help me, I will search
old Livington's house this night. All who
are willing to go, just come forward three
Every boy in the crowd stepped for
ward three paces without a moment's hes
itation. James" eyes flashdd.
"Now, by the dead of Banker Hill, I
will search old Livington's residence
though death stands in my path."
With a .firm tread, and with the ut
most silence, the youDg heroes tock up
their march for old Livingston's- Liv
ingston had long been suspected of har
boring BrMsh spies, and oorae of his
j former laborers had reported that he kept
i up a regular correspondence with tbe
British commander. At all events, he
was generally regarded by the Whigs as
a dangerous man. His house was situ
ated a short distance from White Clay
Creejf, on the side of a steep hill sur
rounded on all sides by the trees. It was
just such a place as one might suppose
suitable for the plotting of treason. .
At the time James Wilson and his lit
tle band .left the deserted store house in
the village of Newark, dusk had givea
place to the dark shades of night. Sjill
it was not dark; the. new moen was shin
ing brightly through the clouds, and ev
ery object wa3 perfectly distinguishable.
The loys walked firmly forward, main
taining solemn silence. At length they
gained, the bend of the creek, and slow
ly followed the winding path, soon tame
to a little low bridge which crossed a
a shallow rivulet leading into Whi'.y Clay
! and James ordered them to halt.
Let Frank Howard and myself rec
onnoiter the premises first, to see wheth
er any danger may be apprehended.'
All the rest stand here till we return.
Make no noise, and keep a constant;
- James'and Frank silently departed,!
and were soon lot in the thick woods
through which the path run. Scarce had
they gone from their compaion3, ere the
qujck tar of Wrilsoo detected a noise.
Hist!" said he to Frank, as he pulled
up behind a gigantic beech tree. Pres
ently George Livingston came in sight.
James Wilson darted from his cover, and
tighily grasped the boy by the neck. The
cowardly youth tremble like a reed.
"Speak one word," whispered his cap
tor, "and I'll toss you into the creek,"
The Tory's son, struck dumb, with
fright, found himself in the midst of the
boy heroes, with the vice-like grasp of
of James and Frank on either -arm,
Now, said James answer me prompt
ly and truljr, or I'll make your position
uncomfortable. Who are in your fath
er's house at this house at this moment ?
"I I cannot tell," stammered the
half dead boj'."
"You shall, or
Spare me, and I'll tell everything.
When I. left the house there was no one
there but our family and Major Bard
stone." "Who is he?" asked James.
"I doa't know I don't indeed."
"Tell!" threatened Frank.
"He is Captain of the Yorkshire dra
goons." The blue eyes of James glistened with
joy, and he soon pained from the Tory's
son a revalation which stamped his fath
er a traitor of the most appalling charac
ter. He discovered that old Livingston
not only kept up a correepondence with
the British commander, but that he had
so plotted in his traitorous design that
the little village of Newark was to be
burned to ashes, and its women and chil
dren left exposed to the pitiless foe.
The old Tory was to rec?ive as his com
pensation the land whereon the village
stood, and an annual pension from the
But stranger than all, the plot was to
be consummated on the very night the
Tory's son had been captured, while he
was going on an errand to a neighbor
about twp miles distant. The little
band of heroes learned, too, that the
British troops had secured their horses
in Livinnston's stable, and intended to
descend the creek in a large boat. There
were twenty of them besides their Cap
Major Bradslpne, the leader of the
band, was, in temper and heart, a very
demon, and scrupled not in his oruelty
to destroy the slumbering infant or the
sick wife. Not a few in that youthful
baud trembled for a widowed mother or
a defenceless sister. Some'were for de
parting immediately, but James Wilson,
still retaining the grasp on the. Tory's
son, ordered them to-be quiet. The pris
oner was bounoV hand and foot, and a
thick handkerchief bound ov er his mouth
to prevent him from calling for assistance
and a stout cord fastened to his breast,
and wound about a tree. All hope of
escape forsook GeorgeLivingstone. Wil
son motioned to his little band to follow
him, and in a few moments they stood on
the summit of a high precipice which
overhung White Clay Creek.
"Now boys," said Wilson, "the nara
tive which we have just heard is true,
and as we have no muskets or arauni
lion, we must make the best of the occa
sion. The British band will pass this
spot in their boat, and as we have an
hour to work, let us make haste and roll
some of these large rocks to the edge of
the precipice, and when the red -coats
pass below, let us sihk them to the hot
torn." ' . V . " . ' '
Each boy irr.mediately set to work, and
in an incredible short space.of lime, nine
huge rocks, each half a ton in weight,
were balanced upon the edge of ' the gi
ant precipice. The creek at this point
was not more than twenty1 feet wideband
by a mass of rock on 'which, our heroes
stoo'd. If the British descended the
creek they would certainly pass this spot
and if they passed it, then death was
their certain fate. In about an'hour the
quick ar of Wilson detected the meas
ured beat of the muffled oar.
"They are coming,", he whispered
"let no one drop his .rock till I give the
word, and then oil at once.
Peeping cautiously over the clifts, he
saw the Tory boat slowly but . surely ap
paoaching. An officer stood on the bows
guiding the oarsmen by his orders,, and
the epulets on his should eas told that he
was the identical Mojor Bardstone.
Don't drop till I give the oder,' again
When the boat was about twelve feet
from the rock, the boy leader fell secure
ly behtnd the stout defence and shouted:
'Who goes there?"
In a moment th&-arsmen ceased row-
ing, and gazed with astonishment around
them. The impetus which the boat had
acquired caused it to drift slowly beneath
the rock, and just as it-was fairly below,
came forth the loud doomed words, 'Cut
loose in the name of liberty!"
Each boy pushed his rock at that in
stant ; and as if with one impulse the
gigantic stones fell. Aloud shriek from
the dark waters told how well the plan
succeeded, and as the exultant boys a
gain looked over the rocks, nothing was
was seen but a few pieces of wood.
The boat was burst in pieces, and ihe oc
cupants found a watery grave at the bot
tom of day Creek. A cry of victorp
burst from the joyous lips of the youth
f ul patriots, and was echoed along in sol
"Now or etir prisoner!" cried Frank
Howard, bounding ahead; but what was
the astonishment of the boys to find that
in his efforts to get free, George Livings
ton had been caught by the fatal cord and
choked to death. There was no time for
repining; the traitor and his son had met
their deserved doom, and there was no
one to mourn their loss.
Such be the end of America's foes for
ever!" said Wilson.
Old Livingston's house was searched,
and to the surprise of every one, not on
ly guns, but three brass field-pieces, sev
eral barrels of powder and balls, were
concealed in the Tory's cellar. The mil
itary stores found here were given over
to the American troops, and found a joy
ous welcome at head quarters. Had not
the British party , been so signally de
feated alone the banks of White Clay,
the whole northern part of the State of
Delaware would have been overrun by
the predatory bands of British soldiers.
Jame3 Wilson and Frank Howard both
joined the army of Greene, and served
with distinction in the Southern cam
paign. Frank fell in the memorable
battle of Eutaw 'Springs, bewailad by
all who knew him.. James lest a leg at
the siegfe of Yorktown, and retired to his
native village, but mortification ensued,
and he expired with the ever memorable
words dn his lips ' Cut loose in the name
' The village of Norfolk still stands and
has become a town of some celebrity.
The scene of the ; defeat of the British
of the British by the boy patriots is still
pointed out, and is a sacred spot in
annals of Newark.
Two ladies were having some words
together on the roadside, when the
daughter of one of them popped her
head out the door, and .cried out, Hurry
mother and call her a thief before she
calls ,you one.
There is in Nora Scotia a . young
women seventeen years of age, who is
seven feet two inches in height. She
measures forty-three inches round the
waist, thirty three inches from her arm
pit to the tips of her fingers, "weighs
two hundred and seventy four pounds,
and has a foot thirteen inches long. She
is good looking, quite social, though dif
fident, not being accustomed to see the
public and her name is Anna Swan.
A Western paper has the following
amusing Phartseeism: A young man, a
member of an Evangelical church,
wants board in a piou3 family, where his
Christian example would be considered a
The famous natural bridge, in Virginia
one of the greatest curiosities in the
world, is advertised for sale. ,
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There's somewhat on ray ireast, father ,
There's somewhat cn lay breast !
; The livelong day I sigh, fithor,
And at night I cannot rist, , .
I cannot take my rest, fatter,
Though I would fain to da io j
- A weary weight opposes me
This weary weight of woe. , . ,
' Tis not the lack of gold, father,
Nor want of worldly goa r : '
My lands are broad and fair to see,
My friends are kind and dar.
My kin are leal and true, faiaer,
They mourn to see my grief,
- Cut Oh ! tis not a kinsman's hand,
Can give my heart relief 1 '
Tis not that Janet's false, father,
Tis not that ahe's unkind;
Tho' busy flattorers swarm around
I know ber constant mind.
iTis 31 her coo.ntr, fubwr -W .
. That chilis my laboring breast,
It's that confounded cucumber,
I've eat and can't digest I
Artemus Ward has turned his mind to
martial matters, and in happiest mood re
lates aj)ersonal experience that will be
I will relate a little incident which
happened to your humble servant on his
return home from the wars. I rwas
walkia' along the street lookin' so gal
lant and gay, in my brass kole and Hue
buttins, and other military harress, when
a excited femail rushed out ov a house,
throw'd her pump handles aroun' me
neck which part I did not mind as ihey
was fair, round ones and exclaimed:
"doo I behold thee wunc again ?"
"You do and I think you are holdin'
me too fastly," sez I, tryin to , release
the excentrick femail's arms.
"Oh hav you cum back hav you cum
back ?'.' she wildly cried hangin' tighter
to my neck.
"Certainly I've cum back," sez I "or
else I would not be hear. But I don't
think I know you muchly."
-"Not know me me, yoar own Claret
ta Rosetta Belletta she who has not sot
eyes onto you for more'n2 years. Yes,"
she continued, placing her hands onto me
me shoulders, and looking up into my
face like a dyin' hoss-fly -yes I do see
my own Alfred's eyes, an' his cose, his
ears, an' his "
"Madam," sez I, "execose me, but al
low me too korrect vou. Ef I air not
mistaken, -these earses, an, eyes, an' nos
es, belong to myself individooaly, an'
youf Alfred never owrled them scarcely,'
"Away with this farse," sez she."
You can't desceve your own Claretta.
Cum into' the house ana see your own sun
Lincoln Burnside McClellan Beazer." .
It was evident that the femail ' wos
mistaken, that it was not me but another
man she wanted.
How old is he ?" sez L
"Which?' sez she.
"Them little sun, Lincoln Burnside
McClellan, andjso 4th."
"He's just 6 months old the little
"Wall, madam,", sez I, ef little Lin
coln McClellan Burnside and so 4th, air
only 6 mohths old, and ye haven't sot
eyes unto your Alfred for more'n 2 years
I think that's a mistake somewhar, and
that I'm tot your dear Alfred, but an
other man altogether."
The woman shot into the hDuse like
40, and this was the last I saw of my
own Claretta Rosetta Belletta, but I pity
poor Alfred. .
A nodal cdnficata h thi f;
Dear Doctor. -I will .hsy:r2 h'in'rvi
and seventy firs years old cszt October.
For ever eighty four years have besa aa -invalid
unable to step, except - ?hen roof
ed with a lever. Bat a year so I '
hsard cf the Granicuhr 'Syrup'.' I 1
bought a ' tcttla, smelt ths 'cork,' asi -"
found myself a moo. I tsa eq.? - rua
twenty miles and ' a half in an ha a r aai'-J
throw nintesa somersaults wiihoat t;?p '
ping. h ' ;'
The N. Y. Independent has lis fcl "'.
lowingfrorna mother. 1 1 o!
But did I tell you whit a tins I hai"
with my little Joe ? ; '
No; what was it? '
'Why. I- was showirj htm the picture ef '
the martyrs thrown to the lions, and war ':
talking very solemnly to him, trying to '
make him feel what a terrible thing it'"
was. ; -5. ;
Ma ! said he, all at once, Oh ma ! jas ''
look at the poor little lion, way behisd ''
there, he won't get any! ' : 1
The Spaniards have a proverb, tha
stone fit for a wall wilPcol lie on tha
road. Prepare yourself for something'
better, and something better will come. '
The great .art of success is to be able
to seize the opportunity offered. ; Cheer
fully, patient perseverance in your law
ful calling will best help you to do this.
He that hath to him shall be given, and
he shall have abundance.
What is polyamy? asked Ika, ivhcr :
stumbled over the word . in the paper. :
Mrs. Partington, looked severe. Pelygaray '
said fshe, is ; when men have libertine ;
privilage of marrying a pleurisy of wires' ;
God bless them, when ihey cant take care
of one aa she ought to be, with cotton flan- ;
nel forty cents a yard, and flour at flab- i
ulous prices." :
., t, , ;. .!; ,: v-,
Annette, my dear, what country ia ?
opposite to us on the globe ? . ... j
. Don't know, sir?
, Well, said the perplexed teacher If -I
were to bore a hole through the earth, '
and you were to go in at this end where
would you come out? : - ; , !; a
Out of the hole, sir.
' Some days ago a box was seized at
Adems Express office, in Washington,, .
in which were a number of can3 labeled ;
tomatoes and piceles. This box wa3 ad- j
eressed to a private in the -army of thej
Poiomrjc. Instead of being filled with
tomatoes, they were full of vile whiskey
which was very probably confiscated., : i
The Indians of Ifaho are the Snakes, ,
Bannocks, Flatheads, Blackfeet. Nez '
Perces, and other segments of. once great
but now fading nationalities. The Gov- 71
ernment has concluded a treaty with
them by whsch for $200,000 they sur-;
render a large portion of their rich lands. ,
Tha Richmond Wrhig says a feeling of
dread is shaking the souls of the people.
The shaking General Gnat has recently"
. i . i i . i t - i
oeen sriven tneir ooaies iorra me natura
w ... - . 1 ' 4 " J '
connection between mind' and matter.
Oh I am so glad you like birds; what
kind do 70U admire, said a yodng wife
to her hvsband, Ahem!- Well I think'
a good turky. with plenty of dressing
said the husband about as nice as uny. ' '
It is going to be a great deal harder
reconciling the Copperheads to the sup
pression of the rebellion, and the conse
quent destruction of the institution of ne
gro Jdvery, than the rebels themselves.
The nearer this consummation' devoutly
wished for by loyal people, appears, the
more desperate nua utn6 e'- -r
and ferocious they become. tJnles3 the
war is steppedand an effort is made by
Mr. Lincoln to restore slavory, and pay
for all missing niggers we fear these
chaps will bite themselves mit "a snake.
Sally Jones, have yau done that sum
yet? No, thir, I can't do it! Can't do
it! why at your age I could do any sum
that was set me. .Sally I advise you to
avoid that word 'can't'; there is no sum
can't be dona, I tell. you. I think, this
that I know a thum that you can't thifer
out. Ha! well, well, Sally, let's here it.
It is this thir, If one apple cause ruin to
the whole human raith, how many cf
them will it take to make a barrel of
thider, thir? Mis3 Saly Jones, you
may turn to your parsing lesson. ,
Julius Coesar Hannibalgiving fft ac
count of his sea voyage, Jsays: aAll do
passangers was now heavin, and as if dat
wasn't enough, de captain gave orders
for de ship to heave to and she hove te.'
On election dny, a woman appeared at
Maine is estimated to have raised the
past season 1,855,113 bushels of cam,
407,425 bushels cf buckwheat 6.693,349
bushels of potatoes and 7,000 lbs- of tobacco.
Daring the late Houghton Race Meet
ing at Newjiarket, England, William
Lang ran a mile in the wonderful time of
four minutes and three seconds. ,
upon her right to vote. The inspector '
received her ballot, and after she retired
put it in the stove. 7
Swearing is fearfully prevalent among
the teamsters of the Cumberland array.
The last achievement in tha way was
swearing the hair off a mule's back
time, nine minutes from the w.ord go.' ' n
The American Horse Nail Company1 J
at Providence have invented a- steam":!
spiding machine, which will do the wnrk(i
of fifteen yoke of cattle, requiring only a
man and boy to operate it. It consumes,,
a quarter of a cord of wood a day.
It 13 reported thvt when "the first !
Greek fire hell exploded in Charleston,
a contraband who witnessed it. clappeoT '
his haud3 and shouted! Hell's laid aa1-'
The claims of the United State? claim' -ants
against the Governirsent. of Peru, u
hare been settled, with'the exception ol.-i
four, amounting to $153,000.
The Irish girls of G:Iurnbu3. Ohio,
have contributed 51Q.&5 for a Vallaa-
'dighag) fund. '
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