The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-10-23
Vol. ".

Dut you hHoWS lHhos"Sis "ts' S~S" y
where is the dog? Here, Jack" he
shouted, and soon the noble anima
came bounding to his side. "Yor
know, mother, when Jack is along,
am prepared against any SURPRISE"
"You and Jack would make poor
fight against dozen Of Branrs lndi,
ans" i, l.. s.
sits too early forihem." m "a
"Well- may be So"
James threw his rifle on his left
shoulder, and instead Of taking the road,
struck across the fields for the forest,
followed by his faithful dog, and the
eyes of his admiring mother.
"He's noble boy-God bless him!"
she exclaimed, as the forest hid him
from her view. @ q
A slight snow lay upon the ground,
and when James Harpet-for that was
the young mans name once fairly en-
tered the wood, he exhibited the true
habits Of the borderer. Passing quiet
ly and leisurely along, he examined
every track and Footprint; now fol-
lowing with his eye, as far as vision
could reach, the fresh trail, till satisfied
it was that Of a settler, and again try
ing 20 start his dog after some animal
that appeared recently to have passed.
In this manner he had walked,
perhaps two miles, when he came near
a clearing that surrounded the house
of one Of the settlers. The building,
like most in the settlement, was con-
structed Of logs; and therefore less
fitted to resist the attacks Of the Indi-
ans, than the stone dwelling erected
by many Of the German residents in
the valley. It was scarcely hundred
rods from the forest on one side; while
on the other, stretched for some dis
tance, the fields, rendered fit for cult
vation by the industry of man.
Daylight had now faded away, and
the soft rays Of the moon came steal
ing through the tree tops, making the
picture beautiful indeed. 1t was the
very hour for meeting at the trysting
place. Seating himself upon a log
beneath a large tree, Harper commen-
ced whistling the air, "God save the
King" The dog composed himself
quietly at his masters feet, looking up
in his face with an intelligence that in
iicated he was no uninterested spec
.ator in the scene. Harper now cast
anxious glances in the direction Of the
lwelling, as if expecting a reply to his
'ignal from that quarter. None came,
md he repeated the signal. Still there
was no answer. Half an hour passed
n this way, and he strained his eye to
latch the appearance Of some one, to
10 purpose.
aJack!" said he; the dog bounded
lpon his masters lap, and whined as if
lware there was something wrong, h
Jack! old fellow! surely your mistress
'annot forget the time. All is not right
It home; some tory plotting there,
kelly enough; and who knows but her {
ather may be in the secret of Carle.
on's hiding placef Oh! retribution I
must some day come!" II,
Within the dwelling Harper watch :
d SO intently, was enacting a scene of
different character. Mr.. Hart, the
was man past forty-fve, j
{ dark complexion and quiet demean- Q
r. By his side sat aperson Of medi- {
m height, engaged in earnest conver-
alton, whose red hair, quick, impatient .
one, and restlessness, indicated a fiery I
ashness and ungoverned temper. 4
There was also an expression Of low
in his light gray eye, PECULIAR
Y disagreeable and repulsive. The +
aughter, as smiling girl Of eighteen
9 ever gladdensd the heart oil pa
snt. or made q lovers ache, was en-
aged, with her mother, about the do (
lestic affairs. g'i- b90lt
sThere IS little use in talking to me,
'eter Snyder" said Mr. Hart; 81 do
of wish to engage in thu .n,,arrsI ha