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Will Carleton was born in Hudson, Michigan, in 1845. After completing his education at Hillsdale College, Michigan, he went to Chicago and took up journalism. He has published several volumes of poems and ballads, and has also been successful as a lecturer, and reader of his own ballads.

Paul Revere was a.rider bold
Well has his valorous deed been told;
That ride to Aix was a glorious one
Often it has been dwelt upon.
But why should men do all the deeds
On which the love of a patriot feeds?
Hearken to me, while I reveal
The dashing ride of Jennie McNeal.




On a spot as pretty as might be found
In the dangerous length of the Neutral Ground,
In a cottage cozy, and all their own,
She and her mother lived alone.
Safe were the two, with their frugal store,
From all of the many who passed their door;
For Jennie's mother was strange to fears,
And Jennie was large for fifteen years;
With fun her eyes were glistening,
Her hair was the hue of a blackbird's wing;
And while the friends who knew her well
The sweetness of her heart could tell,
A gun that hung on the kitchen wall,
Looked solemnly quick to heed her call;
And they who were evil minded knew



Her nerve was strong, and her aim was true;
So all, kind words and acts did deal
To generous, black-eyed Jennie McNeal.



One night, when the sun had crept to bed,
And rain clouds lingered overhead,
And sent their pearly drops for proof
To drum a tune on the cottage roof;
Close after a knock at the outer door,
There entered a dozen dragoons or more.
Their red coats, stained by the muddy road,
That they were British soldiers showed;
The captain his hostess bent to greet,
Saying: “Madam, please give us a bit to eat;
We will pay you well, and it may be
This bright eyed girl for pouring our tea;
Then we must dash ten miles ahead;
To catch a rebel colonel abed.
He is visiting home, as doth appear;
We will make his pleasure cost him dear."
And they fell on the hasty supper with zeal,
Close watched the while by Jennie McNeal.




For the gray-haired colonel they hovered near
Had been her true friend — kind and dear;
And oft, in her younger days, had he
Right proudly placed her upon his knee,
And told her stories, many a one
Concerning the French war lately done;
And oft together the two friends were,
And many the arts he had taught to her.
She had hunted by his fatherly side;
He had shown her how to fence and ride;
And once had said, "The time may be
Your skill and courage may stand by me."


So sorrow for him she could but feel,
Brave, grateful-hearted Jennie McNeal.



With never a thought or a moment more,
Bareheaded she slipped from the cottage door,
Ran out where the horses were left to feed,
Unhitched and mounted the captain's steed,
And down the hilly and rock-strewn way
She urged the fiery horse of gray.
Around her slender and cloakless form
Pattered and moaned the ceaseless storm;
Secure and tight, a gloveless hand
Grasped the reins with stern command;
And full and black her long hair streamed,
Whenever the ragged lightning gleamed,
And on she rushed for the colonel's weal,
Brave, lioness-hearted Jennie McNeal.



Hark! from the hills a moment mute,
Came a clatter of hoofs in hot pursuit;
And a cry from the foremost trooper said,
“Halt! or your blood be on your head!”
She heeded it not, and not in vain
She lashed the horse with the bridle rein.
So into the night the gray horse strode;
His shoes heaved fire from the rocky road;
And the high-born courage, that never dies,
Flashed from his rider's coal-black eyes.
The pebbles flew from the fearful race;
The raindrops splashed on her glowing gface.
“On, on, brave beast!” with loud appeal,
Cried eager, resolute Jennie McNeal.



“Halt!” once more came the voice of dread,
“Halt! or your blood be on your head!”


Then, no one answering to the calls,
Shred after her a volley of balls;
They passed her in her rapid flight,
They screamed to her left, they screamed to her right,
But rushing stiil o'er the slippery track,
She sent no token of answer back,
Except a silvery laughter-peal;
Brave, merry-hearted Jennie McNeal.




So on she rushed, at her own good will,
Through wood and valley, o'er plain and hill;
The gray horse did his duty well, ,
Till all at once he stumbled and fell,
Himself escaping the nets of harm,
But flinging the girl with a broken arm.
Still undismayed by the numbing pain,
She clung to the horse's bridle rein,
And gently bidding him to stand,
Petted him with her able hand;
Then sprang again to the saddle-bow,
And shouted, “One more trial now!"
As if ashamed of the heedless fall,
He gathered his strength once more for all,
And, galloping down a hillside steep
Gained on the troopers at every leap;
No more the high-bred steed did reel,
But ran his best for Jennie McNeal.



A furlong were they behind or more,
When the girl burst through the colonel's door,
Her poor arm, helpless hanging with pain,
And she all drabbled and drenched with rain.
But her cheeks as red as fire-brands are,
And her eyes as bright as a blazing star,
And shouted: “Quick, be quick, be quick, I say!


They come! They come! Away! Away!”
Then sank on the rude white floor of deal,
Poor, brave, exhausted Jennie McNeal.


The startled colonel sprang and pressed
The wife and children to his breast,
And turned away from his fireside bright,
And glided into the stormy night;
Then soon and safely made his way
To where the patriot army lay;
But first he bent in the dim firelight,
And kissed the forehead broad and white,
And blessed the girl who had ridden so well
To keep him out of a prison cell.




The girl roused up at the martial din,
Just as the troopers came rushing in,
And laughed, e'en in the midst of a moan,
Saying, “Good sirs, your bird has flown.
'Tis I who have scared him from his nest,
So deal with me now as you think best.”
But the grand young captain bowed, and said,
Never you hold a moment's dread;
Of womanhood I must crown you queen;
So brave a girl I have never seen,
Wear this gold ring as your valor's due;
And when peace comes, I will come for you.”
But Jennie's face an arch smile wore,
As she said, “There's a lad in Putnam's corps,
Who told me the same, long time ago;
You two would never agree, I know,
I promised my love to be true as steel,”
Said good, true-hearted Jennie McNeal.



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