The Liberty Boys in Canvas Town, or, The worst place in Old New-York


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The Liberty Boys in Canvas Town, or, The worst place in Old New-York

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The Liberty Boys in Canvas Town, or, The worst place in Old New-York
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Liberty Boys of "76"
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Moore, Harry
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Frank Tousey
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i,sucd Jr!ck/y-By 01thscription i2.50 1•er J/MT. En/erec t as Scco11d-C/ass Jlfal/cr at 1(,c New J"or k I'o,t Office, FebrY,ary 4, 1no1, by Fra,ik Tousey. No. 417. NEW YORK, DECEMBER 25, 1908. Price 5 Ce\.ts. 1 •.• '1'•-!!~"I\~~-~ .,. 17 l ~ i-__ ... .. _ ... ,. e crowd of evil fellows came on, Dick suddenly seized .the British .. office:r, raised him a . ove bis head and hurled him at the mob. The Liberty Boys quickly sprang to Dick's side, ready to assist him.

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. THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 A Weekly Magazine Containing Stories of the American Revolution Issued Weekly-By Subscript-ion $2.50 per year. Entered as Second ClasR ~fatter at the New Y1Jrk. N. Y., Post O.ffl,ce, February t. 1901. Eutered according to .1 ct of 0/J"ngress, in the year 1908, in the offi,ce of ttie Librarian of QQ11,gress, Washingt1Jn, D . C., by Ji'1ank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 417. XEW YORK, DECEMBER 25, 1908. Price 5 Cents. CHAPTER I. HELPINl THOSE IN DISTRESS. "I think those fellows are making trouble again, Bob." "It looks like it, Dick, but that is nothing new for them." "We may have to take a hand in it and stop them." "I shouldn't wonder, Dick." Two boys were riding along the main road between White Plains and Tarrytown, in Westchester, New York. It was a pleasant day in the latter part of July, and everything looked bright and beautiful. In the road ahead was a gang of rough looking boys, making a lot of noise. They were Tories, and were cowardi and bullies to boot , although all ,1-'ories were not that. The hyo boys, one on a fine black Arabian, the other on a bay, wore the uniform of the Continental army. '.rhey were Dick Slater and Bob Estabrook, captain and first lieutenant, respectively, of the Liberty Boys. These were a band of brave young patriots hailing mostly from Westchester. The mob of boys in the road had often caused trouble by their lawlessness, and it was natural to suppose that they were up to some mischief now. Dick and Bob at once urged their horses forward, to put a stop to it. As they dashed forward, unnoticed by the bullies, they saw that they had guessed correctly. The bullies were tormenting an old man, whom a young girl was trying vainly to protect. The old man was blind, and the girl was opposed to a dozen or fifteen young ruffians, who haa no pity in their breasts. Dick and Bob knew them well, and had fought with them on more than one occasion. 'I'he fathers of several of them were little better than outlaws, one had a ras cally old moneylender as parent, and the sire of another had murdered Dick Slater's father at the beginning of the war of the revolution. Dick had shot him immediately afterward, inflicting a mortal wound. It was but justice, yet his son, young Scroggs, had i::worn vengeance on Dick. Up to that time he had not succeeded in injuring Dick, und the two boys never met that Scroggs did not get the worst of it. "Chuck up yer bonnet an' say Gen'ral Wash'ton is a rneak an' a rebel, an' we'll let yer go," Dick heard young Srroggs say. "Never!" cried the girl. Then Dick and Bob rode right into the outer edges of the mob and upset half a dozen of the bullies. Dismounting, the two young patriots began dealing blows right and left. Young Scroggs had both eyes discolored, Hank Jones,. his pal, got a swelled nose, Bill Burge s s had a tooth loos ened, and others were equally roughly handled. Then tM Tory boys fled to a safe distance and stood glaring at the two furious young patriots. "Aren't you ashamed of yourselves, you sneaks?',. cried Dick, indignantly. "Fifteen c,f you to a girl and a blind man," stormed Bob, who was of an impetuous nature. "You brutes would attack a cripple!" "They're re bets," growled young Jones, staunching with a dirty handkerchief the _blood that fl.owed from his. nose. "They ain't no frienda o' yourn, anyhow," snarled young Scroggs, blinking at Dick with half-closed eyes. "No, they're strangers, they ain't nothin' to you," whined Bill Burgess, feeling of his tooth. "You hain't got no call to interfere," muttered Pete Jurgens. "You don't know 'em. What is it to you, I'd like to know?" • "It is this to us," replied Dick. "You attack a blind old man and a young girl, and it is the business of any decent boy to resent it." "Didn't 'tack 'em, we was just havin' s ome fun," snorted Scroggs, "an' anyhow, they're r e b e l s , an' orter be chased out o' town . " "Look out you are not, Scroggs," said Dick. "You are a disgrace to any respectable community." "Ya, ycr rebel, what are yew gotter say? Yer killed my dad, and--" Dick could never bear patiently any allusion to thie ev@nt. It always brought back to him the memory of hie dear father, lying dead in the road, shot by the treacher ous Tory, and his blood boiled. ' With a fierce cry he dashed toward Scroggs, who now realized that he had gone too far. The bully tried to escape, but he was too late. Dick seized him by the collar, tore the coat from his back, lifte,1 him bodily and hurled him into the ditch half full o1 muddy water. Outnumbering the two young patriots as they did, the Tory bullies hesitated to attack them after this show of righteous wrath. One, however, an overgrown, hulking brute of a boy, on the edge of th"e crowd, shouted: "Come on, fellers, don't let 'em bang us about like that! Come on, let's lick 'em."

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,I 2 TIIE LIBERTY BOYS IN CANVAS TOWN. The bullies picked up stout clubs, broken from the fence and advanced. Then the young girl, standing on the next to the top rail, suddenly waved her hands and shouted: "Huny, hurry, come on, quick, there's trouble." In a moment the tramp pf horses was heard, and Dick, turning his head, saw half a dozen or more boys in uni form coming on at a gallop. These were some of the Liberty Boys who had been to White Plains where General Washington had his quar ters at the time. "Liberty forever, down with the Tory bullies," shout ed a boy, mounted on a big' gray and wearing the uni form of a second lieutenant. Re was :Mark :Morrison, one of the bravest of the boys, and thoroughly trusted by Dick. Close beside him, on a fine bay mare, was a boy of his own age, and much the same sort, who echoed: "Give it to 'em, boys; scatter the Tory sneaks!" A jolly looking boy on a roan, and two handsome fel lows on a pair of well-matched sorrels, close behind Mark Morrison and Jack Warren, his chum, joined in the cry. The bullies, not knowing if the whole troop of Liberty Boys were coming, took to their heels. "Let them go, boys," said Dick. "They are not wo1 th pursuing." "Sure thete's no lettin' them do annything else, Cap tain dear," said a jolly looking Irish boy, dismounting. "There's no s"&Oppin' thim, faix, an' they'll get to Albany before they turn their heads." "They were going at a lively rate indeed, Patsy," laughed Bob, the Irish boy's full name being Patsy Brannigan. . "Ya, I bet me dey was like der wind went,'' added a fat German boy, dose to the Irish lad. His name was Carl Gookenspieler, and he and Patsy Brannigan were fast friends and inseparable companions. "They won't come back, boys," added Dick. "No news of any sort, Lieutenant?;' to Mark. "No, Captain." "Ride on to camp. We will be there before long." The boys rode on, and then Dick turnd to the girl, who was comforting the old man, and said: "You are a stranger in the town. Have you any friends here?" "No," said the girl. "You and your friend are the first ones who have said a kind word to us in many a day." "Where were you going?" "We have no choice. Anywhere to earn a modest liv ing and have rest and quiet. My father is old and blind, but he carves beautiful things from wood and sells them, and I can work also." ''I will find a home for both of you," said Dick. "You are as kind as you are brave," the girl said, gratefully. .CHAPTER IL THE BLIND MAN AND HIS DAUGHTER. There was a quiet roadside inn, about two hunched yards from where the boys had attacked the Tory bullies. Thither the girl led the blind man, at Dick's sugges~ tion. Sitting at a deal table under the trees in front of the inn, Dick called for some refreshment for the girl and her father, as well as for Dob and himself. "I am Dick Slater, captain of the Liberty Boys, and this is my lieutenant, Dob Estabrook." "This is my father, Job Barfoot," said the girl. "l\Iy name is Anna. We have come from New York. There is nothing for us there." "There should be," said the blind man, "but those who should care for my child turn us out and call us rebels." "How did those bullies know that you were patriots?" asked Dick. "They stopped us, asked us who we were, and where \\'e were going, and told us to cheer for the king,'' an swered Anna. "Well?" "I said I could not, ihat the king was a tyrant, who sent men here to make us slaves." "Very true." "Then they called us rebels and demanded that we abuse the brave Genc~al Washington." "The brutes~" sputtered• Bob. "We ought to have given them more. So we would, if they had not run away." ",\nd then they began tormenting you?" asked Dick. "Yes. I tried to keep them off, but they were too many for me. I had a stick, but they pulled it out of my hand." "It is a t,hame,'' said Dick. "They have no respect for anyone." "Unless one gives them a sound thrashing," declared Bob. "That's all they can understand." "-I will take you to my mother's," continued Dick, "where you can stay till you can find a home." "You are very kind,'' said Anna. "~Iy mother is an invalid, and you can help my sister, who will find work that you can do, and also get pm:c hasers for your father's carvings." "I am willing to do any sort of work," Anna said. "I can sew and do many things." "I can get :fine needlework for you to do, through my sister," said Dick, "and. the lieutenant's sister will no rloubt do something also." "We will not be depende , you may be sure, Captain," said the blind man. "Although my eyes 'are dark, my, fingers are apt. :My daughter will show you what I h.,ve clone." The girl now opened a little bundle which she carried, and parting some layers of sort wool, displayed a number of wooden figures most delicately carved. "They a're really beautiful," exclaimed Dick, "and it is wonderful how he can do them without sight." '':~Iy fingers are my eyes," explained the blind man, "and then, my dear daughter tells me if there are any defects, and I remedy them. She, too, picks out the pieces of wood which I transpose into these figures." 1 "That is something, of course," said Bob, "but it is ma:i;,ellous how you can do them." "Were you always blind, M:r. Barfoot?" asked Dick. "No, not always, anc.1 I did this work in my home in J

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\ THE LIBERTY BOYS IN C.ANV.AS TOWN. 3 • the Swiss mountains. I am French, you rnay not know." "But Barfoot is not a French name." "It is 'barefoot,' but we have translated it," said .Anna. "The French is difficult to pronounce, and the name Barfoot is common among the English." "I unde,rstand. You say there is someone in New York who-" Anna gave Dick a warning look and said: '"'rhere are too many enemies in New York . A pa triot has too hard work to live there. The woods and fields are much better." "To be sure," said Di~k, understanding that the girl
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'rHE LIBERTY BOYS IN CANVAS TOWN . "Yes," said Dick. "What do you want?" "You have been bangin' my son Bill about and--" "And he didn't get banged about half enough," said Bob, emphatically. "Bill Burgess is a sneak and a coward, and ought to be banged about a good deal more to put sense into his stupid head." "I ain't talkin' ter you," snorted Burgess. "Bob is right," added Dick. "Bill deserves all he got. A boy who will torment a blind man and a young girl ought to be thrashed." "He wasn't tormentin' of 'em, he was only havin' a little fun, an' you had no call ter interfere." "It was not fan," said Dick. "I saw the affair, and your son Bill was deservedly punished, and if I catch him at such tricks again, I will punish him again. Come along, Bob." The two boys then rode on, leavi!:.0 old man Burgess in the road, growling and scolding. "Bill has been lying to his father again," said Bob, "and the old man wants to make trouble." "He always does, and would even i.f he knew the rights of tbe case, but I don't think we need to worry about that, Bob." ":No, indeed," with a chuckle. "We never do, and there's more than old man Burgess who would like to make trouble for us." Dick Slater's black Arabian, Major, was very speedy, there being no horse anywhere about that could pass him . There was no present need of haste, however, so Dick rode along besille Bob at an easy jog. They had gone about a mile, and had reached a bad part of the road, which had an evil reputation at all times. ' Men had been robbed and even murdered on that road, and it was not safe at night for any, unless in company and well armed. It was dangerous by day as well, but Dick was not afraid, and was always on the lookout. Just at the point the boys had reached, the road was low with arching trees on both sides, where it was twilight even at noon. On one side was a sluggish stream, and on the other thick bushes, where one could hide securely. "Keep your eyes and ears open, Bob," said Dick, in a
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