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Nders, Cols. McEachren and Rogers, and to whose valorous energy and that
of the heroic officers and men under their charge, is the country in
general deeply indebted. Thus ended the Fenian invasion of 1870.
Providentially not one of the Canadian party received even the slightest
injury. The volunteers were immediately recalled, and peace was restored
to the country. Among those who took part in the action at Eccles' Hill
was Fred Charlston. He returned to Montreal, bearing along with him as
trophies of war, a Fenian coat, knapsack and rifle. So elated was he on
the night of his return by his fortunate and glorious adventure, that he
with several of his comrades got mortally drunk, so much so that he and
two others had to be taken to the police station for safe keeping, where
they remained until they became sobered off. Frederick being somewhat of
a poet, composed the following song in honor of those Canadian
Volunteers who were brought into action along the Border. OUR BORDER
VOLUNTEERS. All hail! our Border Volunteers, All loyal, true and brave,
Who boldly faced the Fenian foe, And spurn'd a coward's grave. All hail
to all those gallant chiefs, Who stood the trying hour, And bravely led
their heroes forth To crush the Fenians' power. _Chorus._--Our country's
foe we need not dread, When danger's hour appears, While guarded by
those gallant braves, Our Border Volunteers. No menial soldier fills our
ranks, Nor yet a martial slave; O'er free and independent men Our
banners proudly wave. They are our country's stalwart sons, Who love
their home and hearth, Who honour still their Fatherland, And this which
gave them birth. _Chorus._--Our country's foe, &c. 'Tis not the savage
thirst for blood Which makes our heroes brave, 'Tis not for conquest and
renown Their banners proudly wave. Their voice proclaims the love of
peace, To all an equal right, But mercy spurn'd by reckless foes
Empowers their sword of might. _Chorus._--Our country's foes, &c. Trout
River's banks and Eccles' Hill, Shall echo forth their fame, And
thousands yet unborn will rise, To shout our heroes' name. They form the
martial b