My name is Rufus Brockway, and I am in the seventieth year of my age. I am a Yankee, from the State of New-Hampshire; was a volunteer in the last war with England for nearly three years. I have served under Generals Izard, McNeil, and Macomb, being transferred from one command to another, as the circumstances then required. I was at the battle of Plattsburgh, at the battle of French Creek in Canada, and at the battle of Chateaugay, on the fourteenth day of October, 1813, and was present at the surrender of McDonough. I am now a farmer, in the town of Beaver Dam, Dodge County, and, with my son, the owner of three hundred acres of land; my son was a volunteer in the Federal army at the battle of Bull Run, had his nose badly barked and his hips broken in and disabled for life, by a charge of the rebel cavalry, and now I am going to see if the rebels can bark the old man's nose.“ I tell you,” said the old man, “if England pitches in, you'll see a great many old men like me turning out, but the greatest of my fears are, that I shall not be permitted to take an active part in the present war.” If this man is ever in an engagement with the rebels, I shall never expect to hear that he was hurt in the back.
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