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she had recovered her stupid senses they were out of 



At last the hopes of the old horse were realized He 

 was serving his country and very soon understood the 

 errand on which they were bent. He spurned the earth ; 

 stone fences stretched across his way; streams had to be 

 forded; now and then a steep 'declivity appeared, but he 

 was a "Bay," and he remembered what they say of a 

 bay in the Desert; rough fields, retarding forests, and 

 wide stretches of valley did not discourage him. Hurr>'- 

 ing on he found naught but broad, fine happmess. He 



was serving his country ! ,,. ^ it ;^,.f 



White with foam he reached Hmesburg and Ueut. 



Van Sicklen shouted: 



'The British are coming!" 



Then over his shoulder: 



-They have invaded Plattsburg and volunteers are 

 wanted ! On to Burlington !" 



Every mouth took up the cry. ^ 



''On to Burlington, the British are coming! ^ 



Morgan's nostrils showed red— but he was just begin- 

 ning this wonderful experience, for which he had waited 

 so long. On, on, to serve his country! 



They left the people hurrying into their houses for 

 their muskets. Men snatched them from the high man- 

 tel-shelves and started out leaving their plows stuck m 

 the earth The women did not weep— they, too, set out 

 some doggedly, some eager; they begged extra guns and 

 went along leaving their kitchen doors open and their 

 pots hanging from the cranes; they had not forgotten 

 the Indians-and that other cry: 'The British are com- 



^"^ These were living memories to many. Even the chil- 

 dren pleaded to go along, for was not the American 

 spirit born in them? 



