The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-04-19
EIlS0lNLELANIsU
G EOR G E D A NJ E r .
BY ELIZA @. PRATT.

stout hsled farmer, with black beard and
whiskers, and muscle enough in his arm
for two common men-ss he entered his
house one warm summers afternoons; and
looked round among his group of sturdy
boy. and glr's, for the one in question. But
the boy was missing.
Where's George, ! ss>P repeated the
man in louder tone; do you know where
the young rascal is, any Of ye!
Il guess he's up chamber, ia,heI;' said u
sweet little girl of six years, her eye filling
with tears, and her voice trembling as she
spoke; i heard somebody going up real
easy about Two hours ago; shall | call him
father! I'm sure George would'n. run
Away!
Go away said Nj. Damer in soften
ed tone, tell him want him quick
AS the child went out, Mrs. Damer, laid
down her work, glanced At her husband
and, after hesi,ating moment. evidently
uneasy. rose and went after her daughter.
But the boy was not TO be found. The
house was searched from cellar 10 garrei,
barns hunted, and George, George echoed
from younges, TO oldest, from the father s
sten,orian lungs to the mothers mild, sweet
voice for she would have done any thing
TO save her boy from a MraShing, which
she had good reasons 10 expect from he
storm that was brewing.
always out o! the way, said Dame
cenching his hsl,and rudely pushing May
aside from the door, already black in The
face with passion and his eyes flashing fire
tn teach the young rascal lesson he
won't forget soon, if once catch him. Hit
lhim away somewhere with book. III
warrant ye-tha,'s always his cubshirking
clear of every thing he can
Don't whip him now beg yonjremem
Der il was only las. week you gave him
such floggng, and and-all for nothing
As it proved, for he had done his work 'he'
anl This morning he brought 10 all ih'
wood and water for me, every BIT OF II,
he's more help 10 me than all the rest oI
he children put together
You needn't .ry to beg him off, 'exclaim
ed the man, he never was flogeed haIi
enough yet, The idle dog-bul if caIcl'
him now, III give i, to him.
So saying, he shook of the trembling
lhand ,ha, would have detained him, and
taking heavy horse.whip from The wagon
at the door, walked off shaking il hiiher
and ,hither, as if impatient 10 set to work
and all the time muuering curses between
his cenched teeth. The mother of the
hoy turned away and wiped the tears from
her face, but. said nothing. Liule Mary
cried as if her heart would break, and the
Two eldest boys stood in the door, trying
10 whistle aud look careless, but theiquver.
ing lip barred all their efforts, and they s'oI'
off into the hay now with IeerS on their
cheeks.
Mr.. Damer had suddenly wanted the
boy; he needed The assistance OF three was
really in hurry, and one missing, the one
TO whom he had always been snspplsh, (il
| NAV be permitted to use the Ierm) and
wilhou, any conceivable Teason-hls ange
passed all bounds.
When he reached the skirts Of The wood
he felt prepared for almost any thing. Had
he had once turned his head is he passed
the lurnip field, things might have taken h"
different course The whole enclosure
was nicely and completely hoed out, large
as was The task for boy OF his size, and
The hoe was cleaned and hung gh'Ierlng III
the sun, from the nook OF an apple tree
Bu, all This was lost, Tor il was unseen BY
lhe father Of lhs boy.
The beech woods were the iavorte re-
sort of George, when he could get away
with book or Bit Of paper no ma''ei
how OLD, worn or greasy, il was food ioI
him, and there lay his paradise. II wal
moi long before Mr.. Damer discovered M
child stretched al full length on a grassy
mound beneath Ireei. A brook ran pu'l