Lewisburg chronicle, and the West Branch farmer. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1849-1849, 1849-11-28
VOL. VI, NO. 35---229G5. 90

iee.ing 81 rebellion against dod IN one ie
whor, God had slwars been SO kind and
.silh.u a pco.ec or, was guilty n the ex-
,rere. " whe,her she could hep it or ot,and
I That the fruitiessness Of her attempts 10
control II, only showed how deeply ii WAS
! seated. THIS was her sou' to-seG to and
fro, BY tempest Of contendins emotions.
| In The mean time Benny had been re-
! lurued to his cradle, and he gradually
sunk INTO 1.ut OF leihargy. George sat
! in his low chair by The corner rocking the
cradle and reading trac, by the l!sh; OF
the fire. The tea kettle hummed mono
tonous song close before the fire, and b.
the side of it ~Gs plate, whose contents
we're covered and concealed b. bowl re-
versed over it. 1t was Fergus turnover.
An hour more passed away. 1t was az
ter hine o'clock. Mary declared she could
bear the anxiety end suspense no longer,
ard that she ~ould 20 oat herself and see
what had become OF her boy. George tried
10 dlssuade her, bat with little success. He
represented to her tha, she could DO moth
,oc on such a night 10 such Wild unire-
ouen,ed road, that she could not see the
drills or even find her way.
I" know il Is bad said she, " bU: moor
Fergus must be perishing in this storm and
can not stay mere"
No. said George, we can't be sure
OF that. BY any means. Perhaps the doc
tor KEEP, him lher. 10 wait Ill! morning
or perhaps he was no, at bome-Of per-
hans some one may have met with Fer.
gu, on tie way. and persuaded him to so
home with him till the storm is over. At
any rate it will not 60 any good for you
to 90 out. Then besides," said he, "loOk
a, poor Benny Their, If anything happens
lo you, what will become. OF him -
Mary saw lhs hcpelessness Of any efforts
she could make. but feeling which she
could not resist, seemed to !inpel her on IN
her preparations, though she was evidently
Undecided aud perplexed. Twice she took
of her bonnie, aud IaId il down, and then,
aiier pacing back and forth across the
room. took ii again. saying, 81 must go"
A, length she opensd the door ard went
ou,, though she assured George lha, she
was only gong few steps down tie road.
The snow was 50 drilled in the yard
tina, it lay in grea, heaps and ridges, bu,
she contrIved TO work her way slowly
along i.i The shallow places between them.
The wind blew the snow, however, so vi.
olen,Iy into her face, thsi she was almost
blind, and sometimes had 10 turn 'rornd 10
get breath. She al length made he. way
down the yard, and out 10 the turn of the
road. She noticed the traces OF Fergus
footsteps thus far. bul here C high crested
ridge ran ob'ique!y across The road, in
which all traces Of his path had been bur
led up, and which educ,ualy prevented her
from making any fu,her progress. She
s,ood here mnmsn, in despair. Sha
calIed-Fergus! with all the strengh of
voice she could raise, and then paused. ho- ,
ding her breath, 10 catch reply. Bl: 1t
was in vain 70 attempt 10 listen. The
sweeping Sound of the snp'T flying 'ruund /,
her--tbe tapping of her cloak, and above
At. the awful howiing Of lhe wind among |
the branches aud tops Of the forest trees,
would have teen more than than sufli li.ienl
to have drowned the crv Of per;shing
child, had such cry been uttered near
her-and Mary turned away, pale anI al
most fain,ing with anxious iear. and 'oiled
her way back TO the house. Her heart
was 10 STATE cf utter rebellion against the |
supremacy Of God.
There is a point, both in mental and bo |
d'ly suffering, where the power of endur. |
ance itself seems at length to be exhausted,
md he words that arise are, 81 can not
bear this any longer" They who watch
with The sick. observe this point, as the pa |
ten, passes il in the progress OF pain-the
succunbing and sinking of the spirit, when
The load becomes at last iniOiernoie. MI
ry was very near this point, as she re-
turned to the house.
But We must next SEQ Fergus. We
left him going up safely TO the door Of the
doctors snug little farm house. 1t was in
a narrow glen, sheltered towards the north
by high cliffs. A noisy stream a, small
distance from the house formed in summer
a beautiful brook, now nearly concealed
by ice and snow. When Fergus reached
The house, it appeared deserted. The snow
lay piled up abou, The doors and windows,
and he saw no track.
"Wha,," said he 10 himself. "nobody al
home 7" Then casting his eye up. he saw
uh, ,, "a, htovin o. oty lrnm the chm.