The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1842-07-23
PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY II. WEBB.


word.
Let me 60 back Esseyt let me go back,
just for minute, and won't cry our; do
let me, and I'll be as good goold,.I will
said the boy.
The girl made no reply, but cutched his
shoulder in her hand, and held him fast.
There was strong resistance on the
boys part but it did no. continue long for
he agreed to keep still if she'd loose her
hold, which she did though her hand still
remained on his shoulder.
We were SO interested in the girls SOL
row that we endeavored 10 alleviate it bv
kind words, and inquired if ANY of her
people were ill., Then she burst into tears
and the hardness which rendered her ex-
preston SO painful to look at, relaxed.
THANK you kindly for asking only the
trouble, Fam, is hard on US this evenin',
we're turned out, we, that never let the win.
ter gale run till summer, that for all we
took out of The bit Of land pu. double in il,
and did with half feedin sooner than Vrong
the earth laat gave us that came We're
turned out this blessed evenln' TO wander
the world. or to starve in Navin-to die
away from the lgh! of the heavens,
and the fresh air, and the felds-oh,
there's no use in talking but my heart,
will burst, it will burst open in me if
think Of the cruelty Of the world. How
can my father live in town where there are
hundreds of men strong an able to work as
he? What can he get TO do there! If lhey'd
let us build a sod house by The side OF the
load itself, in the place where he 'sknown,
he could get work among the neghbors but
that spoils the look of the country they
say l. Och hone? sure the starving look of
the poor spols it worse
Yer crying worse than me, ,Essey now,'
said the urchin, 'and you promised mother
you'd keep in the tears: let me go see if
she's crying STILL
:Stay where you are, Jimmy my boy
there's good child; mother can bear it
beNer when she does not see us. Oh,
could beg the worlds bread for her, from
door TO door, though until this blessed hour
let us suffer as we would, we never asked
ch arity from man or mortal; but could
beg, starve CHATS easy enough)or die for
my own darlin' mother, if God leaves her
with us-but ne won't; death was printed
in her face this morning; she'll die from
me: oh, Holy Vargin, hear nay prayer this
evenin', and if one must 60, take me, Holy
Queen of Heaven, and leave her with her
husband and her helpless childern.'
The poor girl sank upon her knees, still
pressing the infant TO her heart, and we
walked on, deeply anxious to ascertain the
truth Of so sad a statement. A turn in the
lane brought us opposite TO what had been
nesting Of three or four cottages; the great
er number had been dispossessed of their
inmates few months before, as was evil
dent from the length of time the walls had
been uncovered. The one farihest off was
the present scene of distress. Two men
were busted in unroefng the small dwell.
ling, while two others were evidently pre-.
pared to meet any outbreak on the part o.,
the late tenant, or his friends. Several OF
The latter were assembled but for the most
par! seemed rather bent on consoling than
defending. There was the usual scene of
confusion, but il was evident that the eject
ment had been served upon cottage pos
sessed of many comforts. A very pale fra
gile wo nan was seated upon a substantial
clump bedslead with her hand closely pres
sed against her side, as if in pain while
tears flowed down Aer cheeks. Chickens
of various sizes were crowded in an ancient
coop. and stout little pig had sougan
fixed to his leg, to prepare him for the road.
Stools and iron pots, dresser, delf and
wooden ware, were scattered about, and a
serious looking cat was seated on the top Of
potato basket, as if uncertain whether
the esteem she was held in would compel
her friends to forego the superstition and