giving him a hearty shake by the hand -- "And now only say the word, my boy,
and here is a commission for you, with regimentals and gold to boot,

to fight for his majesty."
Jasper shook his head and observed, that though there was

but little encouragement to fight FOR his country, yet he could not find
in his heart to fight AGAINST her. And there the conversation ended.

After staying with his brother some two or three days, inspecting and hearing
all that he could, he took his leave, and by a round about, returned to camp,

and told general Lincoln all that he had seen.
Having wasted several weeks longer of tiresome idleness,

and no news of the French fleet, Jasper took it into his head
to make another trip to Ebenezer.

On this occasion he did not, as before, go alone, but took with him
his particular friend, sergeant Newton, son of an old Baptist preacher,

and a young fellow, for strength and courage, just about a good match
for Jasper himself.

He was received as usual, with great cordiality by his brother,
to whom he introduced his friend Newton, and spent several days

in the British fort, without giving the least alarm.
On the morning of the third day his brother had some bad news to tell him.

"Aye! what is it?" he asked, "what is it?"
"Why," replied his brother, "here are some ten or a dozen American prisoners,

brought in this morning, as deserters from Savannah, whither they are
to be sent immediately. And from what I can learn, it will be apt

to go hard with them, for it seems they have all taken the king's bounty."
"Let's see 'em," said Jasper, "let's see 'em."

So his brother took him and Newton to see them. And indeed it was
a mournful sight to behold them, where they sat, poor fellows!

all hand-cuffed, on the ground. But all pity of them was forgot,
soon as the eye was turned to a far more doleful sight hard by,

which was a young woman, wife of one of the prisoners, with her child,
a sweet little boy of about five years old. The name of this lady was Jones.

Her humble garb showed her to be poor, but her deep distress,
and sympathy with her unfortunate husband, showed that she was rich

in that pure conjugal love, that is more precious than all gold.
She generally sat on the ground opposite to her husband,

with her little boy leaning on her lap, and her coal black hair
spreading in long neglected tresses on her neck and bosom.

And thus in silence she sat, a statue of grief, sometimes with
her eyes hard fixed upon the earth, like one lost in thought,

sighing and groaning the while as if her heart would burst --
then starting, as from a reverie, she would dart her eager eyes,

red with weeping, on her husband's face, and there would gaze,
with looks so piercing sad, as though she saw him struggling in the halter,

herself a widow, and her son an orphan. Straight her frame would begin
to shake with the rising agony, and her face to change and swell;

then with eyes swimming in tears, she would look around upon us all,
for pity and for help, with cries sufficient to melt the heart of a demon.

While the child seeing his father's hands fast bound, and his mother weeping,
added to the distressing scene, by his artless cries and tears.

The brave are always tender-hearted. It was so with Jasper and Newton,
two of the most undaunted spirits that ever lived. They walked out

in the neighboring wood. The tear was in the eye of both.
Jasper first broke silence. "Newton," said he, "my days have been but few;

but I believe their course is nearly done."
"Why so, Jasper?"

"Why, I feel," said he, "that I must rescue these poor prisoners,
or die with them; otherwise that woman and her child will haunt me

to my grave."
"Well, that is exactly what I feel too," replied Newton --

"and here is my hand and heart to stand by you, my brave friend,
to the last drop. Thank God, a man can die but once,

and there is not so much in this life that a man need be afraid to leave it,
especially when he is in the way of his duty."

The two friends then embraced with great cordiality, while each read
in the other's countenance, that immortal fire which beams

from the eyes of the brave, when resolved to die or conquer
in some glorious cause.

Immediately after breakfast, the prisoners were sent on for Savannah,
under a guard of a sergeant and corporal with eight men.

They had not been gone long, before Jasper, accompanied by his friend Newton,
took leave of his brother, and set out on some errand to the upper country.

They had scarcely, however, got out of sight of Ebenezer, before they struck
into the piny woods, and pushed hard after the prisoners and their guard,

whom they closely dogged for several miles, anxiously watching an opportunity
to make a blow. But alas! all hopes of that sort seemed utterly extravagant;

for what could give two men a chance to contend against ten,
especially when there was found no weapon in the hands of the two,

while the ten, each man was armed with his loaded musket and bayonet.
But unable to give up their countrymen, our heroes still followed on.

About two miles from Savannah there is a famous spring,
generally called the `Spa', well known to travellers, who often turn in hither

to quench their thirst. "Perhaps," said Jasper, "the guard may stop there."
Then hastening on by a near cut through the woods, they gained the Spa,

as their last hope, and there concealed themselves among the bushes
that grew abundantly around the spring.

Presently the mournfulprocession came in sight, headed by the sergeant,
who, on coming opposite to the spring, ordered a halt. Hope sprung afresh

in our heroes' bosoms, strong throbbing too, no doubt, with great alarms,
for "it was a fearful odds." The corporal with his guard of four men,

conducted the prisoners to the spring, while the sergeant with the other four,
having grounded their arms near the road, brought up the rear. The prisoners,

wearied with their long walk, were permitted to rest themselves on the earth.
Poor Mrs. Jones, as usual, took her seat opposite to her husband,

and her little boy, overcome with fatigue, fell asleep in her lap.
Two of the corporal's men were ordered to keep guard,

and the other two to give the prisoners drink out of their canteens.
These last approached the spring where our heroes lay concealed,

and resting their muskets against a pine tree, dipped up water:
and having drank themselves, turned away, with replenished canteens,

to give the prisoners also. "Now! Newton, is our time!" said Jasper.
Then bursting, like two lions, from their concealment, they snatched up

the two muskets that were rested against the pine, and in an instant
shot down the two soldiers that kept guard. And now the question was,

who should first get the two loaded muskets that had just fallen
from the hands of the slain. For by this time the sergeant and corporal,

a couple of brave Englishmen, recovering from their momentary panic,
had sprung and seized upon the muskets; but before they could use them,

the strong swift-handed Americans, with clubbed guns,
levelled each at the head of his brave antagonist, the final blow.

The tender bones of the skull gave way beneath the furious strokes,
and with wide scattered blood and brains down they sunk,

pale and quivering to the earth without a groan. Then snatching up the guns
which had thus, a second time, fallen from the hands of the slain,

they flew between the surviving enemy, and ordered them to surrender,
which they instantly did.

Having called the prisoners to them, they quickly with
the point of their bayonets, broke off their handcuffs,

and gave each of them a musket.
At the commencement of the fray, poor Mrs. Jones, half frightened to death,

had fallen to the ground in a swoon, with her little son
piteously screaming over her. But when she came to herself,

and saw her husband and friends around her, all freed from their fetters
and well armed, she looked and behaved like one frantic with joy.

She sprung to her husband's bosom, and with her arms around his neck,
sobbed out, "Oh bless God! bless God! my husband is safe;

my husband is not hung yet;" then snatching up her child, and straining him