The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1846-03-07
Frontier Iii fer The Lost Child.

4 can be found within the embossed and giidedcov-
ers ofthe numerous -apuuals W hch adorn the par
lcr tables of our fashlonables, single fiction Of
such simple and thrilling interest as the following
account Of the hunt for 'Bost Child" by cor-
respondent Of the Saint Louis Weekly Gazette
2 III. one of the Frontier Settlements Of the West
CleueiGad Herald.
a bout ten O'clock in the morning
was beard "a loud shout at the gate,
ssHoI Mr.. w., hor @aa sE
What's waniingY' "Q'Larrp's sboy
is losi,--little Johnnyr' This was
enough,to SECURE a fathers aid; and on
& he rode to. shout the same at every
1 doer he passed. LittlesJohnny! said l.,
and my heart burst forth at the very
I, sound. He was a fair andiovely child,
and had q gentle affectionate mother,
with an ardent and sacrificing love
which few mothers ever feel. His faith
4 er was a bold hunter; his horses, hounds
and rife had more Of bis heart than all
! the world besides; but little Johnny
nestled there; indeed he was q great
pet with the neighbors, and won more
caresses and more sympathy than all
therest Of the children together.
Such appeals are always sovereign;
bui, few, perhaps, have ever met with
/, 4: more quick or "a more general re-
sponse--every body turned out-the
news flew like lightning, and men and
4 boys for ten miles around came to as
sist insthe search, while women and
children were running to and fro, hail
ing every passer.bN toslearn the pro-
4 gress of the work; Never Before,
may dare says was there such neigh
.borly union as now pervaded the. mot
ley massthe same gush ofsympathv,
the same fearful apprehension, and the
Z same images of death and wo pervaded
severy home and heart. 1t seemed as
if one, East cloud Of gloom enwrapped
the region round, from which shone out
sin,lpri3 glare, andto which evey pulse
Z beat ~ the lost child!
Little Jobnny was about four years
old; he had been out IN The field with
his father, and the black man, who were
harvesting corn--had filled his little bag
with roasting-ears, and had started lfor
home about two o'clock, p. NJ. On re-
turning at night they ascertained that
4 the child had never been seen. 1t was
nearly dark but the alarm was given;
some rs or 90 neighbofs took their
horns and commenced the Search
5The corn where he was last seen, was
the first object, of course; here they
took single rows and secured the fields
sinsyain. rhey then scattered through
the wood; the frantic father often cal
ling out in voice of thunder-~
sHo! John--ho! John--O, John!H
Then fearing the boy might be alarmed
and afraid to answer, he would soften
down into the gentle, winning tone OF
the. fire-side "Johnny, Johnny, my dear,
father has come!'
Hwas cIoudyevenlng, and, though
perhaps, he had never before bowed
\ tie knee "before Jehovsh's awful
stbrone," he prayed--O, how earnestly
#heprayed the Lord it might not ram
( that night The air was damp and
chilly, so that if the child were alive,
with his bare feet aud light jacket he
must be suffering cruelty from the cold.
Butthe wolvest ah. this was the fear.
this the terror, which all fell, none
dared to breathe. A wolf had been
sprowling around the premises indeed,
4 fEa,, Ind q ronnmon nath across the