Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1840-03-05
BATH, THURSDAY, MARCH 5, 1910.

] might wake no more-ihinking of my
distant cottage home, with its blazing fire
and loved inmates-and relying on that
experimenting Providence that had ever
watched over me, | neryed my self for a
last desperate effort TO proceed. Finding
myself at last utterly unable to GO any fur
ther, though not knowing that there was
living being within three miles of me, yet
| raised my voice and called with all the
strength had. What was my grateful sur.
prise, at hearing above the roaring of the
storm, an answer from the opposite side of
the river. | looked in the direction of the
sound, and saw Il man standing on the
rivers bank, and, few yards beyond. the
camp fires of the party to which he be-
onged. explained to him my situation,
and he Immediately crossed over in his
canoe, and carried me safely to our island
camp, where my companions had prepared
a roaring fire and beautiful supper wait
ing my arrival. Unfortunately l did not
ascertain the name Of the generous man
whom Providence sent to my rescue.
Should this meet his eye, l would thank
him to give me his name and address, as
wish not only the act, but the name Of the
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the tablet Of my heart.
On my arrival at the camp, was SO
chilled could not speak distinctly, but a
change Of clothes, and good fire, soon
restored me. After taking some food,
wrapped myself in my blanket. and raising
my eyes and heart in devout gratitude TO
Heaven for my preservation through the
faigues and dangers of the day, lay down
on the hemlock boughs and soon fell asleep.
l was too much fatigned, however, to sleep
quietly. The image of Kataadn, with its
precipices, its dark ravInes, and its snow
storm-of the painless wderness-of des-
perate struggles TO extract myself from i'm
pending danger, haunted me in my slum-
bers.
September Oath, the sun arose bright
and beautiful every cloud had disap-
peared, the winds were ulled to rest 1t
was the Sabbath Ali nature was silent
as the grave not ripple moved on the
lake, not leaf stirred on the trees. In
the pure atmosphere, Ktasdn reared its
prodgious head, covered with snow, and
displaying in fine magnificent contrast, by
the light of the morning sun, its protrr.ber-
rant ribs and its dark rayines. The forest
had now assumed its variant autumn hues
My companions went to meet the rest of
our party, left on the mountain without
food, and remained on the island alone.
This island is beautiful spot, containing
about five acres It's covered with maple
and birch, glrded by fine gravelly beach,
and surrounded by placid lake. Next TO
the beautiful church Of my own village, or
the domestic quiet of my own cottage,
would choose such spot TO pass an autum-
nal Sabbath. l was alone, yet not alone;
though invisible to. corporeai eyes, l knew
my Saviour was there. All nature around
me showed the impress of his benefcent
hand, and nv own spirit held secret, mys-
ferrous communion with his Omnipresent
Divinity. That day, thus spent-that day,
so calm, so beautiful-that day, SO holy a
feeling did it breath, | shall not soon for
get. Among all the days of my life, that
stands out prominent as day of holy
meditation and devout gratitude. The
state of mind it inspired by the scene, and
by the peculiar circums,anc es, was such
as I have seldom enjoyed. The whole
forms beautiful picture in the history Of
the past.
Al evening, the whole company return.
ed. After night of sweet repose, we
made arrangements, on Monday morning
for our return to the inhabited world. The
canoe, in which l journeyed with the In
dian, needing some repairs, the rest Of the
company went on, and left us. While
Louis was repairing his birch, wandered
again over The little island, which now
seemed to me like the home Of my child
hood. When the canoe was ready, as |
stepped into it, looked back on the spot
| was leaving, and instinctively exclaimed,
"good bye"
And here, on taking leave OF that lonely
yet beautiful spot, will also take my leave
of the reader, merely adding that after
pleasant passage down the river, we arrived
safely at Matiawamkeag on the third day
A Question of Vsracity. The Globe of
Tuesday stigmatizes General Harrison as
the "hsro Of defeats and failures" Col
Richard M Johnson, now Vice President,
in his speech in Congress, said of General
Harrison that
During the late war he was longer in
active service than any general officer; he
was, perhaps, ofiener in action than any of
them, and NEVER SUSTAINED A
DEFEAT"
"Hallo, Saml what you doin' da, ."-
"Fishin," ''WeIl, wal dat you go, in yo'
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