way home, the “Franklin” unfortunately ran aground, and this gave the British their opportunity to attack. Although Mugford and his men drove them off, and saved their vessel, the enemy succeeded in fatally wounding Mugford. His body was carried back to Marblehead and buried with great honors.
“You can see his grave up in the Burying Hill,” said Amy; “it is marked by a stone, and there’s a monument at the other end of the town.”
While Amy was talking, Nora appeared to be thinking deeply. At length she exclaimed, “There, I have it; there’s a Marblehead monument in Boston, at least it’s to a Marblehead man. It’s in the Park in Commonwealth Avenue. I remember when I was a little girl, fond of spelling out inscriptions, I used to wonder what Marblehead was. It did n’t seem to me like a place. I wonder whose the statue was on that monument! It’s a kind of Continental looking figure.”
“Oh, that is General Glover; I ’ve seen that monument myself on some of my trips to town.”
“General Glover?” Nora showed her curiosity very plainly. “Well, he started as Colonel John Glover, and joined Washington at Cambridge. His regiment was made up wholly of Marblehead men, all except seven. Washington Irving called them the ‘amphibious regiment of Marblehead fishermen.’ They knew more about boats than any of the other soldiers, and these Marbleheaders were the men who rowed Washington across the Delaware on that Christmas night of 1776.”
