The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-03-07

fectually concealed his face and features
| from my view. And as raised my head
he spoke.
What are you writing, Senator from
South Carolina7'
Il did not think of his impertinence at
| first, bat answered him involuntarily-
| Il am writing plan for the Dissolution
of the American Union,' (you know gen.
tlemen that am expected to produce plan
of Dissolution in the event of certain con-
| tingencies.)
TO this the intruder replied in the cool
| est manner possible:
| Senator from South Carolina, will you
allow me to look at your hand, your ri ght
hand9'
| He rose, the cloak fell, and | beheld
his face. Gentlemen, the sight of that face
! struck me like thunder clap. 1t was the
face of dead man, whom extraordinary
events have called back TO life. The fea-
lures were those of George Washington;
yes, gentlemen the intruder was none 9TH
er than George Washington. He was
dressed in the revolutionary costume, such
as you see preserved in the Patent Office.
Here Mr.. Calhoun paused, apparently
much agitated. His agitation, l need not
tell you was shared by the company
Toombs at length broke the embarrassing
pause.
We'll, well, what was the issue of this
sceneH Mr.. Calhoun then resumed.
This intruder, as [ have said, rose and
asked to look at my right hand. AS though
had not the power TO refuse, extended
IT, The truth is felt a strange chill per-
wade me at his touch; he grasped it and
held it near the light, thus affording me
full time to examine every feature of his
face; it was the face of Washington
Gentlemen, shuddered as beheld the
horribly dead aliUe look of that visage -
After holding my hand for a moment, he
looked at me steadily, and said in quiet
way:
And with this right hand Senator from
South Carolina, you would sign your
name to paper, declaring the Union dis
solved!'
Il answered in the affirmative, Yes
said |. IF certain contingency arises |
will sign my name to the Declaration of
Dissolution But at that moment black
blotch appeared on the back of my hand,
an inky botch, which | seem to see even
now. "What is that!' cried | alarmed,
knew not why at the blotch upon my
hand.
That said he dropping my hand, 'that
is the mark by which Benedict Arnold is
known in the next world
He said no more gentlemen, but drew
from under his cloak an object which he
placed upon the table-placed it upon the
very paper on which | was writing. That
object, gentlemen. was skeleton.
There said he, 'there are the bones of
Isaac Hayne, who was hung in Charleston
by the British. He gave his life in order
to establish the Union. When you put
your name to Declaration of Dissolution
why you may as well have the bones of
Isaac Hayne before you; he was South
Carollnian, and so are you. But there
was no blotch upon his right hand
with these words the intruder left the
room. | started back from the contact
with the dead mans bones and-awoke.
Owe rcome by labor, had fallen asleep
and been dreaming. WASH not singular
dream!
All the company answered in the affir-
native. Toombs muttereG, 'Singular-
very singular!' at the same time looking
rather curiously at the back of his right
hand-and Mr.. Calhoun, placing his head
between his hands, seemed to be buried
in thought.