The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-04-16
"F0reyeF,-neveT!
hever-lOTever
Never here, forever there
Where all parting, pain, and care,
And dsath and time shall disappear-
Forever there, but never here"
p conscious of its reality

made her conscious Of its reality.
The morning came at last. The winter sun
rose bright and beautiful from the heavy bank
of clouds which had been its pillow, and the
snow fields cleaned with silrery light. The
wind had sobbed itself to sleep as the night
waned, and the bare branches of the forest trees,
stood mOtionless n clear, bold relief against the
bright blue sky; while the tips Of the evergreen
leaves peeped forth like fairy sandals from the
snow robe which clad them. From earliest
dawn the ice had been covered with exploring
parties, armed with implements Of all kinds for
removing the snow, stirring up and scattering
the drifts; and bearing likewise cordials TO fill
with new life the cold and stilfened frame Of
the child, should he be discovered. The men
had long been without hope, but the anxious
mothers love had provided the flannels, blan-
kets and strong waters, and no one had the
heart to say it was too late for them. Each
mound was overturned each drift broken up,
and yet no where was trace found Of the boy,
not even his cap, tOppet or shoe.
About a mile and half from Mackinaw
stands a little island, covered with evergree2s,
rising outof the frozen lake, like an emerald set in
diamonds; their way led the seachers thither, and
they turned aside for moment to the solitary
Indian hut that they might ask some counsel
from old Ben, the only inhabitant, and one
Of the most vary guides, and most skilful hum
ters Of his day. The birChen door Of the wig
VAN yielded TO their touch, but the questions
they would have asked were all forgotten at
sight OF the group within. There was fire
built Of logs resting on some bricks before which
old Ben was cooking his breakfast slice Of
venison stretched on two sticks. IU the corner
wrapped in warm skins, lay the boy, the lost
child in the deep sleep of infancy, and the old
Indian turning his eyes thither from time to
time was watching the sleep Of the little fellow
as anyiously as the fondest parent. The footstep;
Of the newcomers reused all the inmates. The
Indian forgot his breakfast and the boy aWokt
from his slumbers.
The rest Of the story may be told ia few
words. Finding it impossible to return the chile
had directed his steps towards this island hop
ing to find cold Ben" at home and stay ia hi
hut, or il he was not there to take shelter in tn
woods. But his strength had failed him befor
he reached the island, and overcome by COLI
and fatigue he had sunk down in the snow
little distance from the shore to rest The oil,
Indian returning TO his hut with some wood ha
perceived the dark clothes of the boy relieve
against the white snow Thinking it some ami
NAL he started with his gun to shoot it-and s
2 coming upon the poor half frozen child, he ha
carried him to his hut, wrapped him in war;
furs, piled him with cO~dials, and never cease
his care till the little fellow opened his eyes, an
saying, Mother, am very tired, /" dropped O.
l into gentle sleep which was only broken b
his fathers voice.
e Years have gone by since these events, an
the little boy is now a man; but there is never
e cold, driving snow storm which does not remin
. him OF his night of the lake, and of kind OIL
, Ben, now sleeping in his grave in the prairir
Of the Far West.