The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-03-21

took it, and he at the same time seized =
piece of Plank, and rowed to such a purpose,
that in a few minutes we were out in the river.
beyond the reach oftheir rifles. We knew thew
had no canoes, being on hunting excursion.
and that we were then SAFE But oh! what n
sight the horses were all dead or dying, one
child badly wounded, the boat half filled with
water, and the young man in his blood, in the
bottom of the boat By this time the coolness
of the captain was all gone. He lay down by
the side of his nephew, whom he loved as his
own son, and exclaimed, % John John! O
Lord, have mercy, have mercy have brought
the dear boy to his deathw But the widowed
mother! She was pale as a sheet; but she
came to her son, raised his head in her lap, and.
opened his bosom, where the blood was coming
out still. He was yet alive.
John, said she, in sweet voice, as if
speaking to babe, John, do you know me 2
My motherv said he in a whisper.
"Can you swallow John !! said she, putting
her hand ever, and dipping up some water from
river. lie tried, but could not.
"My son, do you know you are dyingp
Yes, mother; but are you hurtp
"No, no; but don't think of me now.
Can you pray with the heart now, my dear
sonp
"He looked up a moment, and gasping, said.
God be merciful to me sinner for the sake of
"Of Jesus Christ said the mother, for he
was gone. She bent over him few moments
as if in silent prayer, then kissed his lips, and
for the first time, tears filed her eyes. Till that
moment you would have thought she had been
talking to little child just going to sleep-her
voice was so calm and so mild. She was wild
ow, and this was her only child, and a noble
fellow was he. But she was religious woman.
inercr saw religion like that before nor since.
1t was all--God has doue il, and he cannot do
ur0ng'
eve lay off in the river till dark, and then
silently came to the shore on this side for the
night. We dared not to light candle, lest the
Indians should see it. We milked our only cow
and fed the children, and got them to Sleep
We then brought the body of the young man
up to the bank, and when the moon rose up,
we dug that grave which You see yonder We
had to be careful not to make noise nor even
to weep aloud. But after we had opened the
grave and were ready to put the corpse in it, tho
widowed mother spoke.
as there no one here that can offer prayer
as we bury my only childp There was no an
swer. We could all sob, but we had never
prayed for ourselves, She then knelt down,
the widow, and laying her hands on the bosom
of her boy, she, in a srbdued voice uttered such
prayer rs few ever made She was calm as
the bright waters at our feet And when shc
came to pray for all ofus-for the poor Indians
who had murdered her boy-when she gave
thanks to God, that he had so long comforted
her heard with her son, and when she gave
thanks that God had given her such son to
give back to hint was awful--we could not
sob aloud! You, preachers talk about sllblimi-
ty but if this was not it, do not know what is.
We'll, there we buried him, and there he sleeps
yet In the morning got up at daylight, and
came up here to place that stone at the head of
the grave 1t was bloody, for his head had
rested upon it. | found the mother was here
before n'e--pcrhaps she had been here all nighte
She was trying to do the very thing, and SO,
without saying a single word, took hold and
helped her put the stone at the head of the grave
1t is nownearl sunk in the ground; but it stands
justa, VIC placed it. When we had done, the
widow turned and said Rogers but the tours
came, and | was thanked enough. have sat on
this very log many times, and thought over the
whole scene, and though the mother has beeu
i'll the grave many years, yet can see her even
now, just as she looked when she turned to-
thank me, and can hear voice just as it sound.
ed when she spoke to her dying boy. have
never seen such religion since.'
Well, Rogers, though you have never seen
such religion since, because you have never
seen such 4 call upon Il Christon since, may I
not hope You have felt something like it {"
q am an old sinner, and have Il hard heart"
and the tears ran down his cheeks.
We conversed a long time, and it was good
to do so. As we rose up and cast Il last look
upon the grave, and upon the spot where the In
dams fired, said
Rogers, would you like a picture of this
story!"
Il have iii sir, on my heart, and need no other
and yet, perhaps my children could understand
it better if they had one. But the story don't
need picture
"No, nor would the picture noed the story"
Christian Keepsake.
Louisville, Friday, Much S.--News has just
been received at st. Louis from Santa Fe to the
10Th OF January. Col. James S. Calhoun, the
indian Agent, late y effected treaty with tho
Utahs, but Il few days afterwards these savagcs