escaped, and the miscreants, becoming alarmed, fled without taking any plunder with them. Fenton was afterward shot by a young soldier of Lee's legion, then lying at Monmouth court-house. The robber had plundered and beaten a young man while on his way from a mill. He gave information to Lee, who detailed a sergeant and two soldiers to capture or destroy the villain. The young man, and the sergeant disguised as a countryman, took a seat in a wagon, while the two soldiers, armed, were concealed under some straw in the bottom of the vehicle, and proceeded toward the mill, expecting to meet Fenton on the road. From a low groggery among the Pines the robber came out, with a pistol, and commanded them to halt. He then inquired if they had brandy, to which an affirmative was given, and a bottle handed to him. While drinking, one of the soldiers, at a signal from the sergeant, arose, and shot the villain through the head. His body was thrown into the wagon, and conveyed in triumph to Freehold. * Fagan and West were also shot by the exasperated people. The body of the latter was suspended in chains, with hoop-iron bands around it, upon a chestnut by the road-side, about a mile from Freehold, on the way to Colt's Neck, where it was left to be destroyed by carrion birds. The sufferings of the people from these marauders made such a deep impression, that the lapse of years could not efface it from the hearts of those who felt their scourge, and even the third generation of the families of Tories were objects of hate to some of the surviving sufferers. An old lady, ninety years of age, with whom I conversed at Roundbrook, became greatly excited while talking of what her family endured from the Pine Robbers and other Tories, and spoke indignantly of one or two families in Monmouth eounty who were descendants of Loyalists. [[[Departure from Valley Forge.--The Paoli Tavern.--Place where Americans were Massacred.]]] {369} CHAPTER XIV. ```"My country's standard waved on yonder height; ````Her red-eross banner England there display'd; ```And there the German, who, for foreign fight, ````Had left his own domestic hearth, and made ```War, with its horrors and its blood, a trade, ````Amid the battle stood; and, all the day, ```The bursting bomb, the furious cannonade, ````The bugle's martial notes, the musket's play, ````In mingled uproar wild resounded far away.= ```A pebble stone that on the war-field lay, ````And a wild rose that blossom'd brightly there, ```Were all the relies that I bore away ````To tell that I had trod the seene of war, ```When I had turn'd my footsteps homeward far. ````These may seem childish things to some; to me ```They shall be treasured ones, and, like the star ````That guides the sailor o'er the pathless sea, ````They shall lead back my thoughts, loved Brandywine, to thee!" `````Elizabeth M. Chandler.= [Illustration: 9379]