At the taking of the stockade he had distinguished himself greatly by the methodical ferocity of his fighting.

He accordingly opened it [a letter], and read as follows:– / Tim put on the tats yesterday and went out a durry-nakin on the shadows, gadding a hoof. He buzzed a bloak and a shakester of a yack and a skin. [...] [W]e will lay before our readers a translation of the slang document:– / Tim dressed himself in rags yesterday, and went out disguised as a beggar half-naked and without shoes or stockings. He robbed a gentleman and a lady of a watch and a purse. [...]

There would be no pelts of the reindeer, flung down at thy cave for a gift, / Nor dole of the oily timber that strands with the Baltic drift; / No store of well-drilled needles, nor ouches of amber pale; / No new-cut tongues of the bison, nor meat of the stranded whale.

He was arraigned in Washington, D.C., on the 25th of that month on charges of treason.