The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-03-29

the child, who in full chase of butterfly, with
her long curls, floating in the wind: her large
dark eyes turned upward and the glow Of ex-
ercise upon her cheek forming picture of in
fantile lovlieness-did not perceive the danger
she was in, till Mrs. Sewel called to her, at
the same time, desiring the coachman, to stop.
'What is your name childF said Mrs. Sew
ELL
Emmy ma ann said the girl, holding her
dress and dropping firm curlesy.
But your other name?
Ihave no other name ma am
| your mothers name then9'
Il have no mother;' said she casting her
eyes to the ground.
What is your fathers name them
Il have no father either
Poor orphan said Mrs. Scwel with moist.
ened eye, then who do you belong to!'
Harry the woodman, takes care Of me
ma am but, here he comes HIMSELF
An old man was seen approaching, who with
his axe sluDg across his shoulder, was trilling
forth an old song. Seeing his little girl talking
with stranger, he stopped to wipe with the
sleeve OF his garment the drops Of perspiration
from his brow. Leaning upon the handle of
his axe, and bowling low, he said, Il hope the
little un has not been troublesome MADAME
'Byno means, but she has been telling me,
that she is all orphan, and belongs to you.
Will you give me her historyF
Willingly ma'am, but as it will detain you
a short time, will you honor me, by taking
seat in my poor house p pointing to a miserable
hut buried in a thick clump of trees.
Without the slightest hesitation Mrs. Sewell
alighted, and followed the old man. The fur
niture of the hovel, was of the coarsest kind,
consisting merely Of a couple Of straw pallets,
a table, and two split chairs. One of the lat
ter was occupied by Mrs. Sewell, and the other,
by the old man, while Emma, seated on the
door sill, and fixing her dark eyes on the stran.
gers's face, seemed watching the effect of the
story, which Harry was clearing his throat to
commence. You must know ma'am that my
good woman God rest her soul and myself
lived in Charleston, at the west end of the town.
If you have ever been there ma'am. YOU may
have observeda small neat white house, with
green shutters, and trees growing about it.
Well there we lived for many years, | making
good maintenance by fishing. My wife
hel ped by taking in tailoring. We had one
child, dear little thing, but we lost it ma am,
and here the woodman drew the sleeve of
his coat across his eyes, to wipe away the tear
which would not be reprcssed.
and how did You lose her my good man
said his sympathisng auditress.
Well ma am she was in the habit of playing
by the water side, to look for shells, and one
day, Il great wave knocked her down, and then
reccding carried her out We did not even re-
cover her little body, it was either carried out
BY the current to sea, or, 4 shark made meal
oft. Well maam you must know after this
sad accident; took sort Of dislike to the place,
and couldn't bear to look at the water, that had
swallowed up our treasure. So said to my
wife, SAYS |, I'VE must move from this place;
we will 90 to the back part of Georgia, where
my brother has snug farm So my wife
agreeing to this. We set out, but msfortunes pur-
sued us, and We never reached the end OF our
journey.
But YOU have not said anything about little
Emma,' interrupted Mrs. Sewall getting impa-
tient at the old mans prolixity.
Coming to it now. ma'am. 1t was just
short time before we left, on dark stormy, wild
looking night, the waves dasbing on the beach
with mourning noise, reminding us of our mis-
fortune, that my wife and myself were sitting
up late, l reading book called Robinson Cru
soc (for you must know ma'am, always had a
turn for larningi that in the stops that the wind
always makes when it is angry, thought lhcard
some one call Harry Norris so getting up, |
goes directly to the door, and looks out, but the
night was so dark, and the wind kept blowing
up the sand in my eyes so, that could see no
thing. But presently the moon which had only
been hiding herself, behind heavy cloud, peep
ed out, could then see, a tall man jumping out
of boat. Well ma'am he came straight into
the house, and throwing of his long cloak,
there was child sleeping i'll his arms, which he
laid down upon the cloak, and then taking both
my hands in his, he said, Harry Norris. be-
lieve YOU to be as honest man as the sun ever
shone upon, | have witnessed your endeavors to
gain livelihood, have heard ofyour bcreave-
ment, and have brought some thing to cheer
YOU. in your dark hour Of calamity. These
were his very words ma'am, for l have repeated
,hem often to myself. Bnt to go on, "here is
little glrl, God has sent you, to supply the place
of the lost que, but to be plain, have got to go
TO the West Indies, to recover large property,