Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1847-02-10

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the vessel weighed anchor, spread
her canvass and in forty eight hours,
this remnant of the Inhabitants of San
! Nicholas were landed on Point San
Pedro, houseless and forlorn.
From that period TO the presen,-if
she be not dead, or has not left within
the past eighteen months-has resided
alone, on the Isle of San Nicholas, this
female Crusoe, the monarch Of all she
surveys. She preferred to part even
with her chosen mate, and sever every
human tie that could be binding, rather
than leave the home OF her birlh-lhat
lonely little Isle, that had been 10 her a
world, which. she cared not TO exchange
for the abode of civilized with all its
promised lu1uries.
Since our Crusoe became the sole
monarch of the Isle, San Nicholas has
been visited perhaps ten or twelve diffe-
rent times, by different individuals; but
theIe she has continued TO be found,
with none 10 dispute her right-alone
solitary and forsaken.
Her dress, or covering, is composed
Of the skins Of, small birds, which she
kills with stones, and sews them together
with needle Of bone and the light
sinews Of the hair seal; sometimes found
dead amongst the rocks. Her only food
is shell fish, of the muscles species,
with now and then a still smaller fish.
She never remains long in one spot;
but is constantly wandering around the
shores of the Island, sleeping, which she
seldom does, in small caves and crew.
ces 10 the rock.
Daring the few last years, it has been
very difficult 10 ohIain any communica
ton with her.-At the approach Of the
white man she fees, as from an evil
spirit: andthe only way to delain her
is by running her down, as you would
the Wild goat Of the mountain, or the
the young fawn of the plains.
Those who have seen her at5the latest
period report that she appears to hive
lost all knowledge Of, language thatsle
makes only wIld noise, altogether in
human and when taken and detained
against her will, becomes frightened
and restless; that the moment she is lib
Grated she darts OF, and endeavors to
secret herself in the wild grass, or
amongst the rocks which hang over the
never ceasing surf.
Every endeavor has been made, and
inducement offered, by different indivi-
duals, TO prevail upon her to leave the
island, but inyain.-The only home she
appears 10 desire, is her own little isle.
Her last hope, ifshe has any, is 10 finish
her journey alone. She has no wish
now 10 hear again The sweet music of
speech. Its sounds are no longer music
TO her ear-and. .as for civilized man, his
tameness is shocking even 10 her dor
mant senses.
To all appearance, she is strong,
healthy, and content TO be alone. What
can reconcile her to her ot,who can con-
lecture D? Humanity may hope that
contsntn!ent may continue 10 be hers,
to the last hour for she is destined to
lie down and die alone, on the cold
shore of her isolated home, with % one
to administer to her last wants, and none
to cover her cold body, when tile spirit
shall have left the clay.
But the story of orr Crusoe's chosen
mate, The. companion of her early life,
has YET to be ,old.-He saw her for the
last time, as we have stated, when she
stood alone on the shores of her Isle !;
when the boat. with himself and his
companions was dashing throgh the wild
surf, and broke in uninterrupted sue
cession against the rocks which encircled
resting place ofhis fathers, and which
he was then leaving forever. When
the remnant of the family from San
Nicholas, our hero was landed at Pedro
and there left, with the others who had
accompanied him, to find house in
the land of strangers.
San Pedro, it may be known, is a
bleak, barren, bluff point, running out
into the blue waters OF the Pacific, on
which no verdure is 10 be seen, aud hut
one solitary abode Of man, rising amid
the desolalion which surrounds 1t. The
Pueblo de los Angeles is situated ten
leagues distant, with one farm house
between the one on the point and those
of the town: The mission of San Ga.
briel lies yet father on, some three OF
four leagues, where in that time, might
be found, perhaps three or four hundred
converted Indians.
But our hero as he may be called,
never left the beach on which he was
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