Vandalia Whig and Illinois intelligencer. [volume] (Vandalia, Ill.) 1832-183?, 1833-10-23
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n terance: sob, sir! sir! tell me, howl
;. howA-Did ye Esay. tlving?-Is nv ain
IS Fhomas ivingg'
= "Not dead, do you,say?" cried Mrs. III.
), lot, hurryiug towards him, and graspin.
: his other hands "notgdead !zand shall I
see my BARN again? Oh may the bIes-
sing O. Heaven, and the blessing o. a bro
ken-hearted mother, beiupon the bearer
10, the gracious tidings But tell me
tell me how it is possible? As We would
expect happiness here orshereafer, din
ma, diana deceive mew
deceive you!' returnedrthe s,ra,oer
grasPing with impassoned earnest1ess.
their hands inshisATom Elliot is alive
and heartyn' Era
"No,.non' said Elizabeth, arising from
her Eseat, "he does not deceive us: there
is that in his countenance which besneaks
| a falsehood mpossble:" and she also en-
deavored TO move towards him, when
Johnson threw his arms around her 10
withhold her. te. 'f
GLANDS off, you land -lubber!'' exclaim.
ed the seaman, springipg towards them.
''or, shlyer me! I'll show daylight tbro'
your timbers in the turning Of a hand
1spke"' and, clasping the. lovely girl in his
arms, "Betty !IBetty, my lovein he cried,
don't you know your own Tom? Fatheri
mother! don't you know me? Have Won
really forgot your own son? If twelve
years nav e made some change in bis face,
his heart is sound as ever"
His father, his mother, and his broth
ers, chung around him, weeping, smiling,
and mlngling hundred questions togeth.
Ter. lie threw his arms around the neck
OF each, and, in answer to their inoniries.
IrePlicd--,"Well! well! there IS time
enough TO answer questions, but not TO-
day, not to-day!'
mo, my BARN! my bairn!' said his
mother, swell ask no questions-nobody
shall ask ye any!-But how-how were
ye torn away from US ;Hmy love? And.
oh Kinney! where where have We been?''
SIT is long story, MOTHER" said he.
"and would take week to tell if. But.
however, to make a long story short. YOU
remember when the smugglers were pur-
sued and wished to conceal their brandy
in our house, my father prevented them;
they lett, muttering revenge, and they
have beensreyenged.s ]. This day twelve
years, went out with the intention Of,
meeting Elizabeth andaher fathcr, wien
came upon party Of Tie gang conceal
-+ cd, - 'he- Ki"g'sc Cave. In moment a
malt dozen pistols were held 10 NV
breast, and, Tying my hands to nv sides.
they dragged me into the cavern. Here
had not been long their prisoner. when
INC snow, rolling down the mountains,
almost totally blocked up lis mouth. On
me. second night, they cut through the
snow, and, hurying me along with them.
was bound TO horse between two. and
before daylight found myself slowed. like
la piece of old junk, in the hold of a SNUG.
CLING lugger.--Wilhin a week was ship.
ped on board a Dutch man.oCyar. and
for SIX years was kept lodging about on
different stations, till our old yawning
hllk received orders 10 Join The feet
winch was toilght against the gallant Dun.
can at Camperdowp. To think of fight
ing against my own countrymen, nv own
flesh and blood, was worse than to he cat
TO pieces by the cat-o'-nine-tails: and.
under cover the smoke of the first broad.
sac, isprang upon the gunwale, plunged
INTO the sea, and swan for the English
heet. Never, never shall forget the mo-
Fment that my feet first trod upon the deck
OF a British frigate! My nerves felt as
urn as her oak, and my heart free as the
Pehnant that waved defiance from her
mast head. | was as active as any one
during the battle; and, when it was over,
and found mysefagain among nv own
: countrymen, and all speaking my own
language, fancied--nay, hang it! | al
most believed, should meet nv father.
my mother, or my dear Bess, on board of
'he british frgate. | expected to see
you all again in few weeks at farthest;
but, instead of returning to old England,
before was aware, found it was helm
about with US. As to writing, never had
an opportunity but on e. We were an.
ehored before French fort; a packet
was lying alongside ready to sail; had
hall side written, and was scratching
my head TO think how should come over
writing about you, Bess, my love. when,
7 as bad luck would have it, our lieutenant
comes to me, and says he, 'EIliot,' says he,
Il know you like little smart service;
e come, my lad, take the head oar, while
e we board some ofthose French bum. boats
under tie batteries'--T couldn't saw no.
IS We pulled ashore, made bonfire of one
IS OF their craft, and were setting fire to a
e second, when deadly shower of small
shot from the garrison scu;tled our boat,
e Killed our commanding officer with hall
q the crew, and the few who were left of us