...rd towards the north with a speed which seems almost miraculous, producing everywhere the same results. At midnight a horseman, clad only in shirt and breeches, dashed by our grandfather's door, in Haverhill , twenty miles up the river. Turn out! Get a musket! Turn out! he shouted; the regulars are landing on Plum Island! I'm glad of it, responded the old gentleman from his chamber window; I wis...