Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ... Roll on, thou classic Keystone stream. Thou peerless little river, Fulfill the poet's brightest dream, And be a joy forever. As generations come and go, Each one their part repeating, Thy waters keep their constant flow, Still down to ocean fleeting. And while thy blue waves seek the sea, Thou lovely Juniata, Surpassing sweet thy name shall be, For sake of Alfarata. THE FLIGHT OF THE BYERLY FAMILY. From Bushy Run to Fort Lignnier During the Pontiae War 1763. The Battle--And Welcome To Bouquet. Written in Response to Questions of my Little Boy. COME here, my boy, and I will tell Of dreadful things that once befell Great-great-forebear in days of yore, When Britain ruled Columbia's shore. Now listen sharp and you shall hear How Byerlys fled to Ligonier. See Note B. Appendix. From lake to mountain savage hosts The greatest Chief in border strife Had dug up tomahawk and knife And woman frail and little child Are forced to fly through forests wild. Assailed the British frontier posts; The Western chief with panther call Had marshalled Indian warriors all To shout the fierce and dire refrain, "The pale face tribe must all be slain." Great-great-grand sire, with trusty gun, Had left his home on Bushy run, On mission sad, to bury dead, When others had for safety fled. Alone with babe and children small His wife was shocked by midnight call; An Indian friend from up the vale, Had come to tell a fearful tale Of savage slaughter on frontier And she must flee to Ligonier. "Up, up, and flee this very night Or you shall die at morning light; The woods are full of savage bands. They come at Pontiac's commands, To drive the British to the sea, Up, woman, up, at once and flee." No urging needs our great forebear, Her heart repeats a silent prayer, "Come, ...
