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do lose no time in taking such steps as may induce them
to take up the hatchet against His Majesty's rebellious
subjects in America, and to engage them in His Majesty's
service, upon such plan as shall be suggested by Gen.
Gage." This work Johnson had already accomplished
even before Dartmouth had placed the British Govern-
ment on record as willing to employ Indians in the war.

The attitude assumed by the British Government in the
order of July 24 represented the position which was re-
tained during the remainder of the war. From Halifax
on June 7, 1776, Gen. Howe assured Lord George
Germain that his best endeavors would be used to engage
the Indians of the Six Nations, and he hoped by the
influence of Col. Guy Johnson to make them useful.
In the Fall of 1776 Germain forwarded a supply of pres-
ents to the Indians, and called the attention of the
generals in command to the necessity of securing their

The greatest of all the Indian chiefs who were in the
pay of England during the seven years of the war for
American independence, was Joseph Brant. The Indian
Commissioner, Col. Guy Johnson, knowing well the use
of this savage chief, made him his secretary and sent him
to England, where he was received by George III., in
person, and others with consideration. After a brief stay
Brant returned to Canada, while his memory of British
adulation was still fresh, and at the head of his savages
commanded at the battle of Cedar Rapids.


Soon after, Brant, to show his consideration for the
audience with George III., led his savages to a conference
at Cherry Valley, and there pledged the fortunes of his
men to the service of England. Brant, now spurred on
by British gold, led his men in attacks on defenseless
towns, and soon ''had shown himself," to use the words
of Col. Claus, "to be the most faithful and zealous subject
His Majesty could have in America." He did his work
unsparingly and ruin marked his track.

The valley of Wyoming is one of the most romantic
and historic localities in the country. It was a little
town situated on the Susquehanna River, in Luzerne
County, Pa. At the commencement of the Revolution
the inhabitants of this peaceful town, eagerly and in large
numbers, enlisted themselves in the army. By June,
1776, nearly every able-bodied man of Wyoming was
away in the service of the Continental army. In the Fall
of 1776 two companies had been raised in the valley and
ordered to join Washington's army. The withdrawal of
so large a proportion of the able-bodied men as had been
enlisted in the Continental service threw upon the old
men and boys who were left behind the duty of guarding
the forts.

Repeated alarms during the Summer of 1777 com-
pelled the young men to scour the woods, but their vigi-
lance did not prevent some prisoners being taken by the
Indians. In March, 1778, another military company was
organized by Congress, to be employed for home defense.
In May attacks were made upon the scouting parties by
Indians, who were the forerunners of an invading army.
The exposed situation of the settlement, the prosperity of


the inhabitants and the loyalt}^ with which they had re-
sponded to the call for troops excited the rage and thirst
of the Indians and Tories.

Such was the defenseless condition of the valley when
an expedition of Tories and Indians, under Brant, aided
by some English soldiers, prepared to fall upon Wyom-
ing. The inhabitants, aged and young, and even women,
fearing the intended attack, armed themselves, and de-
termined to fight the Indians and the more savage Tories.
On July 3 a council of war was held, and Col. Zebulon
Butler was appointed commander of the small force that
was to cope with the bloodthirsty combinations. They
resolved to anticipate the threatened attack by marching
against the enemy.

Calling his faithful companions — 300 aged men and
boys — around hini, Col. Butler thus addressed them:
*'Men, yonder is the enemy. The fate of the Hardings
tells us what we have to expect if defeated. We come
out to fight not only for liberty, but for life itself, and,
what is dearer, to preserve our homes from conflagration,
our women and children from the tomahawk. Stand
firm the first shock; the Indians will give way. Every
man to his duty."

It was about 4 o'clock, the sky cloudless, and the heat
quite oppressive. The Americans were ordered to ad-
vance a step at. each fire. Soon the battle became gen-
eral, and the British left, where Col. Butler appeared,
with a handkerchief around his head, earnestly cheering
his men, began to give way. But a flanking party of
Indians, which covered that wing of the enemy, and was
concealed under some bushes upon the river bank, kept


up a galling fire. In the meantime the Indian sharp-
shooters along the line kept up a horrid yell, the sound
of which reached the women and children at the fort.

For nearly an hour the battle was waged with unceas-
ing energy on both sides, but the vastly superior number
of the enemy began to manifest its advantage. The In-
dians on the American left, sheltered and half concealed
by the swamp, succeeded in outflanking Col. Dennison,
and fell with terrible force upon his rear. He was thus
exposed to the cross fire of the Tories and Indians. Per-
ceiving this he ordered his men to fall back in order to
change his position. The order was mistaken for one of
retreat. That word w^as uttered with fatal distinction
along the line, and his whole division fled in confusion at
the moment when the British left was giving way.

A few more minutes might have given victory to the
patriots. Col. Butler and Col. Dorrance used every exer-
tion to rally and retrieve the loss, but in vain. Col.
Butler, seemingly unconscious of danger, rode along the
lines exposed to the fire, beseeching his troops to remain
firm. "Don't leave me, my children !" he exclaimed, "and
the victory is ours !" But it was too late ; the Indians
leaped forward like wounded tigers. Every American
captain that led a company into action was slain at the
head of his men. Longer resistance was vain, and the
whole American line, broken, shattered and dispersed,
fled in confusion.

The scene that ensued was terrible indeed. A party of
Indians rushed forward to cut off the retreat, while the
rest, following the main army, who fled through the fields
of grain toward Monocasy Island, slaughtered them by


scores. Many who could not swim and hesitated upon
the brink of the river, were shot down, and others, who
hid themselves in bushes upon the shore, were dragged
out and shot or tomahawked, regardless of their cry for
quarter. Many swam to Monocasy Island, whither their
pursuers followed and hunted them like deers in cover.
Others were shot while swimming, and some who were
lured back to the shore by promises of quarter were
butchered without mercy. Of the 300 who went that
morning, the names are recorded of 162 officers and men
killed in the action or in the massacre which followed.
Major Butler, the British officer in command, reported
the taking of "227 scalps and only five prisoners." Only
a few escaped to the eastern side of the river and fled in
safety to the mountains.

"Fort Niagara," says the historian Lossing, in reciting
further details of the massacre, "was a British post, the
common rallying place of Tories and savages, of refugees
and vagabonds. And here many a dark deed of venge-
ance was planned. In June a party sailed forth, 1,200
strong, composed of desperadoes and Indians, who,
after laying waste the country on the route, descended
upon the fair settlement of Wyoming, massacring its
inhabitants in the most brutal and fiendish manner.

"The able-bodied male population — 1,000 — were
chiefly away in the army; Col. Butler, officer in the
Continental army, was home on a furlough and gathered
the old men and boys. But his force, all told, mustered
less than three hundred, and the horde of invaders, more
than twice as numerous, knew the woods well and had
come to destroy and deal death, not to recover and hold.


In the engagement nine-tenths of the heroic defenders
were killed and scalped.

"The English commander boastfully reported having
burned 1,000 houses and every mill in the valley. He
omitted to state that in several instances old men, women
and children were shut into the buildings and all con-
sumed together; or that monsters in human shape — the
Tories — painted like Indians, took the lives of persons
with diabolical fury. A horrified group of survivors fled
through a pass in the hills to the eastern settlements.
Then the bloodthirsty marauders left the smoking scene
of solitary desolation and turned toward the region of
Rochester to continue their terrible work."

"After the savages had completed their work of
slaughter in the field," says Giraudin, "they immediately
proceeded to invest Fort Kingston, to which Col. Den-
nison had fled with the small remnant of Butler's troops
and the defenseless women and children. In such a state
of weakness the defense of the fort was out of the ques-
tion, and all that remained to Dennison was to attempt to
gain some advantageous terms by the offer of surrender.
For this purpose he went himself to the savage chief
(Brant) ; but that inhuman monster, that Christian can-
nibal in the pay of England, replied to the question of
terms that he should grant them the hatchet.

"He was more than true to his word, for when, after
resisting until all his garrison were killed or disabled,
Col. Dennison was compelled to surrender at discretion,
his merciless conqueror, tired of scalping, and finding the
slow process of individual murder insufficient to glut his
appetite, shut up all that remained in the houses and


barracks, and by the summary aid of fire reduced all at
cnce to one promiscuous heap of ashes. Nothing now
remained that wore the face of resistance to these savage
invaders but the little fort of Wilkesborough, into which
about seventy of Col. Butler's men had effected their

"These with about the same number of Continental
soldiery, constituted its whole force, and when the enemy
appeared before them they surrendered without even ask-
ing conditions, under the hope that their voluntary
obedience might find some mercy. But mercy dwelt not
in the bosoms of these savages and Tories; submission
could not stay their insatiable thirst of blood. The
cruelties and barbarities which were practiced upon these
unresisting soldiers were even more wanton, if possible,
than those which had been exhibited at Fort Kingston.
These seventy Continental soldiers were deliberately
butchered in cold succession ; and then a repetition of the
same scene of general and promiscuous conflagration
took place which had closed the tragedy at the other fort.
Men, women and children were locked up in the houses
and left to mingle their cries and screams with the flames
that mocked the power of an avenging God."

Thomas Campbell, in his well-known poem, "Gertrude
of Wyoming," describes the conflict. An Oneida Indian
has just announced to two of the characters in the story
the expected attack, and the poem continues thus:

"Scarce had he uttered when heaven's verge extreme
Reverberates the bomb's descending star,

And sounds that mingled laugh, and shout, and scream,
To freeze the blood in one discordant jar.


Rung to the pealing thunderbolts of war.

Whoop after whoop with rack the ear assailed,

As if unearthly fiends had burst their bar;
While rapidly the marksman's shot prevailed,
And aye, as if for death, some lonely trumpet wailed.

Then looked they to the hills, where fire o'erhung.

The bandit groups in force were there.
Or swept, far seen, the tower, whose clock unrung

Told legible that midnight of despair.



Tammany Hall called the baboons and chimpanzees in
Central Park O'Briens and Murphys, instead of Hewitts,
Ernests and McArthurs, disciples of the convent burners.
That, indeed, was not very complimentary to the Irish
voters and taxpayers of America. Irish-American voters
defeated James G. Blaine for the Presidency of the United
States because Tammany wanted a man who acknowl-
edged that he was a sworn member of the United Order
of American Mechanics, the spurious spawn of the old
Know Nothing Party that burned the convent in
Charlestown, Mass., with nine Sisters of Charity
inside its walls. Yes, and the sister of the man who
was sent to the White House by Irish-American voters
instead of James G. Blaine wrote a book assailing the
good, pure Sisters of Charity, no doubt because the years
of her spinsterhood were a foregone conclusion.

Blaine's opponent was England's choice as well as
Tammany's. Tammany would support Judas Iscariot
against Robert Emmet, provided the former believed in
the democracy founded by Tammany, not by Jefferson.

Tammany or its disciples never supported any Irish-
man for office, no matter how menial that office was, and
still the organization claims a mortgage on every Irish-
man's vote the minute he becomes naturalized. When
Gen. Thomas Francis Burk ran for Congress in New
York City, Tammany defeated him and elected in his
place a German. Burk's only crime was that he was cap-
tured in Ireland with arms in his hands fighting against


England. He was sentenced to be hanged, drawn and
quartered; later his sentence was commuted. He was
released and came to America, ran for Congress, was
defeated by Tammany, who elected Nicholas Miiller.
This is only one instance of Tammany's perfidy.

No Irishman can obtain either a municipal or Federal
position in the City of New York and retain it any length
of time if he be known to be a member of any Irish revo-
lutionary organization, as John Bull is as predominant in
New York as he is in London. Take, for instance, the
case of O'Donovan Rossa, who spent the best years of
his manhood behind prison bars, and who wore chains
for his beloved country, and who now carries the hired
assassin's bullet in his body for advocating the destruc-
tion of the rotten British Empire by any means available
— the use of dynamite, Greek fire, osmic acid or any other
fire or acid within the reach of Irishmen, every one
of which the writer would use against England and with-
out any more conscientious scruples than the English
Government had when women and children were bay-
oneted in the streets of Clonakilty; yes, and even the un-
born babes were taken from their mothers' wombs and
carried on bayonets through the streets.

O'Donovan Rossa could not get a dollar-a-day job
in New York to-day from Tammany Hall or any other
hall on account of his connection with Irish aflfairs, not-
withstanding the fact that the majority of the Sachems of
Tammany Hall are either Irish or Irish descent. Rossa
is too bad a man (in the opinion of the Anglo-maniac poli-
ticians), but how many men holding ofhce in New York
City were tried for wilful murder? Let Orange Croker


answer the question, if he can spare the time, for he is
now hobnobbing with the Enghsh nobihty.

If Rossa were not a staunch Irishman before his im-
prisonment, how in heaven's name could EngHsh prisons
make him an Irishman? He was just as sterHng an
Irishman forty years ago as he is to-day, but he would
not be a participant in ballot-box stuffing, consequently
no Irishman of his type need apply for political position
in New York City. Even 'the son of the ilustrious John
Mitchell wa^ "thrown down" by English influence in the
"great Irish city" of America. Thank God ! I never
wanted a position from either of the New York govern-
ments. I would rather fill a grave in Potter's Field than
cater to a New York politician for a job.

No doubt Tammany will be doing business at the same
old corrupt stand when I am in my grave ; and when
O'Donovan Rossa will have been canonized saint, Tam-
many may exist and English influence predominate, and
St. Patrick's Day Irishmen may ride gray horses and wear
green sashes; but the disciples of Robert Emmet, Wolfe
Tone, O'Donovan Rossa, John Mitchell, Charley Doran,
etc., will also be living and will be held in more esteem
than all the politicians that existed since the burning of
the convent in Charlestown by the Know Nothing Party,
and the Cellar Brigade, the A. P. As., who tried to defeat
Theodore Roosevelt for Governor of New York State,
and who advocated the practice of polygamy in Utah
under our glorious banner established by the Father of
our country, the illustrious George Washington.

Ever since New York had an A. P. A. mayor this kind
of corruption has existed in politics. Roll on ye caterers


to toadyism ! Roll on and give John Bull what he asks
for in 3^our great city. Keep Irishmen who swore to free
their country from the grasp of British tyranny out of
your ranks. Make room for the Crokers and Dudleys,
the Everetts and the Hays, and keep out the Mitchells,
the Rossas and the Costellos ; they are too antagonistic to
British influence in your great cosmopolitan City of New
York. Supplant them with Hewitts, McArthurs, Myers,
Rainsfords; give all these gentlemen (?) platform seats,
as the "pit" is good enough for the Fords, the Roaches
and the Finnertys. They are all *'red-hot" Irishmen and
do not know how to colonize quarters or stuff ballot
boxes. And they call this Jeffersonian Democracy! Go
vora Dhia Lin.

The Choate politicians of the Westminster type are
always welcome in New York. The Irish or Irish-
American School Commissioners should compel such
A. P. A. teachers as Ernest (of public school fame) to
teach pupils true American history instead of tearing
down Erin's emblem, and from the clothes of the children
of a New York police captain, too! With such sewer
rats filling municipal positions in our great city, is it any
wonder that decent people should be disgusted with New
York office holders?

Thirty thousand paraders marching to the music of Ger-
man bands, and their colors torn from the clothes of little
innocent children, and the little picayune bigot of an abor-
tion or miscarriage is still allowed to do business at the
old stand, with all the Irish taxpayers of New York con-
tributing to keep him there — tha go bra.

Yes, and the boys who wear the sashes on the ITth of


March elected an A. P. A. Mayor of New York, one of
whose first official acts of gratitude to his Irish con-
stituents was to order down Erin's flag on St. Patrick's
Day. Were Hodgins of age and "running for office" he
would be defeated by the rowdy element of the different
wards of this city, despite the lad's manly resistance
against an unprincipled, bigoted pedagogue, who in all
probability could not quote four lines of America's
national anthem. I doubt if he would be able to tell
when Columbus was born, but undoubtedly he would be
able to tell where the defunct A. P. A. held forth pre-
vious to their abortion.

Bravo, young Hodgins ! You are a credit to the
mother who bore you, and should you ever "run for of-
fice" in your native city you will have my humble vote
and support. I care not whether you "run" on the
Democratic or Republican ticket; you are possessed of
the right mettle, and in all probability if you were a few
years older this little rat would not have things his own
way. I only wish all Irish-Americans were of your way
of thinking.

The Hewitts, the Crokers and the A. P. Apes — termed
Pusillanimous Aggregation of American Asses — whose
abortion is now placarded everywhere, from Maine to
California, in their favorite meeting places — the lava-
tories — before Price, the stationery dealer of San Fran-
cisco, went to San Quentin for sending obscene literature
through the mails.

Price peached on another A. P. Ape engaged in the
same hellish business, thinking he could have a corner
in the filthy reading and form an A. P. A. trust on a small


scale, but he was caught in his own trap and wore chains
for the Apes for two years and six months (a just reward
for his perfidy). He was not only a licentious black-
guard, but also an informer. He and the satchel doctors
are no acquisition to our American institutions. Yet
these are the people who shout aloud in their cellars:
"Avaunt, you foreigners ! Go back to where you came
from. We want no foreigners here, especially Papists."
Still the Apes murder the innocent babes before they are
born and also stab in the back whenever they get a chance.

One man whom we should all highly appreciate is living
in the White House — a man, not a politician, and one who
is as free from bigotry as the Atlantic Ocean is of small-
pox; consequently he is as obnoxious to the Apes as a
plague at a camp meeting. The McArthurs, who are nor
even citizens of this glorious land, and their followers are
pushed to the front by Irish-American voters of New
York. How long, O Lord, how long is this state of affairs
to last? Ye Gods! How easily the Irish-American voters
of this great metropolis are gulled. The bait is thrown
out to them by the Crokers, and they bite every time.

The principles of the Democracy founded by Thomas
Jefferson are as different from those of Tammany Hall
as a chimpanzee is superior to the A. P. Apes in both
quality and quantity — the one will fight fairly, with his
face to the enemy, while the other will stab in the back.

The Roman Catholic votes of New York elected an
A. P. A. Mayor, and, strange to say, all the A. P. A.'s
forming the dark lantern brigade take a solemn and
binding oath never to support a Roman Catholic ''run-
ning for any ofiice," no matter how menial. Think of


this, you sash bearers and Crokerites. Think of the time
when you defeated Henry George, when Dr. McGlynn
was suspended through the instrumentaHty of Tammany
Hall for supporting him against the A. P. A. candidate
who helped to put the rope around the brave and fearless
Patrick O'Donnell, who shed his blood in defense of our
glorious Union.

I was on the floor of the House of Representatives
in Washington when Hewitt took the resolutions out
of Capt. Ed. O'Meagher Condon's hand and told
Condon they were too strong: that they should be modi-
fled. He then wrote out some kind of resolutions and
presented them. Carlisle, who was at that time Speaker
of the House, recognized Hewitt, and the resolutions were
passed; that same day on the way from the National
Capitol Hewitt stopped at the British Minister's (Sack-
ville West's) house and apologized for what he had

John Finerty, of Chicago, was Congressman at that
time, and he did his best to save poor O'Donnell ; so did
Richelieu Robinson, but all of no avail. John Bull
was supreme in Washington in those days. O'Don-
nell was hanged and the man who helped hang him
was a few years later elected A. P. A. Mayor of New
York by the men who wear green sashes and ride gray
horses on St. Patrick's Day, and allow a school teacher
(no doubt Saxonized in some kind of a British workshop)
to tear the shamrocks ofl^ Capt. Hodgin's little son's
clothes. Well, well ! And McPartland still lives under cover
like Rody the Rover, forming secret societies and putting
up dirty jobs; and Sheridan, the confessed mutilator of


dumb beasts, is allowed an asylum under the banner of
the free. Wonders will never cease. Justitia fiat autem
solse revolatit.

When O 'Donovan Rossa ran for State Senator in New
York he was lawfully elected, but counted out by Irish-
American Tammany office holders, who counted in a
man since sentenced to thirteen years in a New York
State penitentiary, and who died wearing a convict's garb.

God save Ireland!



On the sixteenth day of August, in eighteen sixty-

1 left my native Ireland, being forced to emigrate.

The rents and taxes were too high, at home I could
not stay;

So I heaved a sigh and said ''Good-by; I'm going far

The thought of leaving home, and while in my boy-
hood years.

Caused me to weep — but not through fear — some very
bitter tears.

On board the good ship Denmark we ploughed the raging

With hearts and spirits light and gay for the land of

While passing by die Fastnet Rock, convenient to Cape

I saw the hills around my home and shed a silent tear.

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