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The Yankee Tea-party ebook

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familiar with the country, he feared to turn to the left, as that course led to the city, and he might be intercepted by another ambuscade.  Turning, therefore, to the right, his frightened horse carried him swiftly beyond the reach of those who had fired upon him.  All at once, however, on emerging from a piece of woods, he observed several British troopers stationed near the road-side, and directly in sight ahead, a farm-house, around which he observed a whole troop of the enemy’s cavalry drawn up.  He dashed by the troopers near him without being molested, they believing he was on his way to the main body to surrender himself.  The farm-house was situated at the intersection of two roads, presenting but a few avenues by which he could escape Nothing daunted by the formidable array before him, he galloped up to the cross-roads, on reaching which, he spurred his active horse, turned suddenly to the right, and was soon fairly out of reach of their pistols, though as he turned he heard them call loudly to surrender or die!  A dozen were instantly in pursuit; but in a short time they all gave up the chase except two.  Colonel M’Lean’s horse, scared by the first wound he had ever received, and being a chosen animal, kept ahead for several miles, while his two pursuers followed with unwearied eagerness.  The pursuit at length waxed so hot, as the colonel’s horse stepped out of a small brook which crossed the road, his pursuers entered it at the opposite margin.  In ascending a little hill, the horses of the three were greatly exhausted, so much so that neither could be urged faster than a walk.  Occasionally, as one of the troopers pursued on a little in advance of his companion, the colonel slackened his pace, anxious to be attacked by one of the two; but no sooner was his willingness discovered, than the other fell back to his station.  They at length approached so near, that a conversation took place between them; the troopers calling out, ’Surrender, you damn’d rebel, or we’ll cut you in pieces!’ Suddenly one of them rode up on the right side of the colonel, and, without drawing his sword, laid hold of the colonel’s collar.  The latter, to use his own words, ’had pistols which he knew he could depend upon.’  Drawing one from the holster, he placed it to the heart of his antagonist, fired, and tumbled him dead on the ground.  Instantly the other came on his left, with his sword drawn, and also seized the colonel by the collar of his coat.  A fierce and deadly struggle here ensued, in the course of which Col.  M’Lean was desperately wounded in the back of his left hand, the sword of his antagonist cutting asunder the veins and tendons.  Seizing a favourable opportunity, he drew his other pistol, and with a steadiness of purpose which appeared even in his recital of the incident, placed it directly between the eyes of his adversary, pulled the trigger, and scattered his brains on every side of the road!  Fearing that others were in pursuit, he abandoned his horse in the highway:  and apprehensive, from his extreme weakness, that he might die from loss of blood, he crawled into an adjacent mill-pond, entirely naked, and at length succeeded in stopping the profuse flow of blood occasioned by his wound.  Soon after, his men came to his relief.  Now, I think, Mr. Pitts, your hero was at least equalled in Col.  M’Lean.”

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