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VOL III. BRIDGTON , ME., EJRIDA.Y, JUNE 28, 1861. jNI O. 34 h e . periodic at. ar/ic niaytjj Brttgion Mepoiitr We took the recompense we claimed—a score SUSA W H I T E ’ S COSSET. years astride his turn ; a second to another ‘Well. that’s a patriot’s privilege, Susa.— winter, and feed them on waluuts. Molly commence, for every one ! large elm farther to the north ; a third to There’s no use holding back the purchase has promised to learn me how to fire a gun, IS PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY MORNING Early in the spring of 1774, a farmer iof from pait Hark ! from the town a trumpet! The bar­ the whipping-post, which stood on the meet- money when once the field is to be bought. I and iD two years more I shall be fourteen ; BY S. II. NOYES. living in the eastern section of the town of ges at the wharf house corner ; and the fourth to the court­ only wish I were a man myself, to help then, if the British don’t look out, I shall be the 1\ a it ¡1a Windham, carried into his house one cold ENOCH KNIGHT, EDITOR. Are crowded with the living freight—and house door. Before night they were sent to drive every British officer out of Boston, after them. I ain’t a coward, Susa. Hurrah re so .subjecl stormy morning, a young lamb whose dam IT* All letters must be addressed to the now they’re pushing o ff; the remote sections of the town, and all true ‘O dear !’ everybody is braver and more for liberty ! Never mind a sheep. I’d send els,— remov. had perished in the storm. The poor little Publisher. Communications intended for j With clash and glitter, trump and drum, in Windharaites pledged themselves not. only to generous than I,’ thought Susa, bending down the Boston folks a dozen on ’em, ’cause I like publication should be accompanied by the all its bright array, thing was chilled and almost dead. He laid name of the author. make common cause with the suffering col­ her head, thoughtfully. ‘There’s the poor their spunk.’ Delicate Fe. Behold the splendid sacrifices move slowly it on the kitchen hearth, ar.d his wife wrap­ Tb r m s . ONE DOLLAR A YEAR IN AD- ony, but to wago perpetual warfare against widow Lincoln, whose oldest son has offered Before noon the farmers came driving in nary /iclu, I o’er the b a y ; ped it carefully in a warm flannel blanket. YaMCS ; one dollar fifty-cents at the end of tyranny. to go, has just given a sheep. Maybe she their flocks, and the volunteers were ready i, improving the year. When it gave signs of life, she put into its or to the di. The next day was the Sabbath, and Parson brought it up by hand, and likes it as much for the long march. Two hundred and fifty- Terms of A d v e r t is in g . One square 16 mouth some warmed milk, and rubbed it the natural lines, one insertion 75 cents, 3 insertions White, who, like most New Fnglaud clergy as I like Nebby. Then, she is a poor wo­ eight sheep—a noble offering from one small And still and still the barges fill, and still tenderly, until it licked her hand, and bleat­ iiole system f 1:03 ; 3 months $2.00 ; 6 months $.1:60; one o f hi8 was a flaming patriot, carried man, with ever so many little children to country town ! Susa White’s lamb was con­ »ear $6:00 ; 1-4 column $18:00 ; 1-2 column across the deep, ed in answer to her caresses. the result cf $30:00 : one column $50:00 j Like thunder clouds along the sky, the hos- the subject with him into the pulpit, and take cate of. I saw her wipe her eyes just spicuous amidst the flock, for Lis white coat V comlucte(i ‘What can I do with it ? ’ she asked her JOB PRIN TIN G executed with neatness i tile transports sweep ; made a most earnest appeal for their brave, now ; but then l think it is because Nathan had been carefully washed that morning for husband, when he came to dinner. *’Tis a many year* cheapness, and despatch. i And now they’re forming at the point—and suffering brethren., lie recounted all they is going away, and not the sheep.’ the last time, at the wooden trough beside nice lamb, as white as snow ; but with th« evente«l and ARIEL T. NOYES, Agent in Portland. now the Hues advance ; had done, and all they had suffered since the The galleries were beginning to be cleared, the well, and a garland of green leaves fas­ uni «uflbrhg prospect just now before us, I shan’t have I We see beneath the sultry sun their polished first odious revenue act had spread conster­ but Susa White lingered; for she had not tened around his neck. ‘This is the way tho »ting in the glance ; much time to raise cossets; for when the THE BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL. nation and alarm throughout the land ; he yet learned the full amount of the contribu­ old heathen used to dress up their victims, ;ed state of t We hear anear the throbbing drum, the bu­ ■Sons of Liberty’ are called to the field, the spoke with enthusiasm of their resistance to tion. It was not long, however, before Mr. Susa,’ said her brother. ‘1 don’t know, about BY FREDERICK S. COZZEN8. gle challenge ring, women will have to raise the bread.’ the stamp act, and of the course they had Soloman Huntington, who was moderator, father’s letting a Christian sheep go off in » their* com- It was a starry night in June ,- the air was j Quick bursts and loud the flashing cloud and ‘That's a sartin fact, Amy,’ replied her pursued in regard to the tea question, for gave notice that two hundred and fifty-seven that shape.’ II times with soft and still, I rolls from wing to wing. husband, ‘aud the time is at hand ! I couldn’t But on the height our bulwark stands, tre- which they were now suffering the vengeance sheep and lambs were then on the paper, But Parson White found no fault with the uy change of When the “ minute men” from Cambridge bear to leave the little ciitter to die, though. 1 re*