Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1854-08-11

She got INTO the creek, and follow
ing its channel two or three miles,
discovered the trunk of a large hol-
low tree that had fallen from the
bank of the creek into this she
Immediately entered. Soon the
yell was raised and might be
heard in every direction, the whole
of the next day. Several times
Mrs. Crawley heard her pursuers
pass over the log in which she lay
concealed. When night came, the
yelling ceased, aud the pursuit see
med to be abandoned. But Mis-.
Crawlev knew something of Indian
character, and feared the pursuit
would be renewed the next day
Still something must be done. To
undertake a journey OF several hun
bred miles through a wilderness
country, with no light to guide her
pathway save the twinkling star
light; and even that oftentimes OBJ
scured by some dark and lowering
clouds, whose vivid flashes and NUT
tering thunder could only add ter
ror to the somewhere the shrill
notes of the panther, the prowlng
of the wolf. the kissing Of sefpents,
the yelling of savages, the tremb-
ling and upheaving with dangers of
the very earth itself, would have
been sufficient, one might think, to
overwhelm with despair the stout
est heart Bnt the thoughts of her
home. her husband and her children
made her reckless Of ali difficulties
and dangers, and she resolved to
see her home again, or to die IN the
attempt. That night she set ont.
and had to travel altogether by
night. and suhsist upon berries and
roots. Eight wearisome days and
nights had passed. and still she had
not reached the white settlements.
Overcome with hunger and fatigue,
her strength began to fail-to hold
out much longer. without something
more to suhsist upon, was out OF
the question. To die of starvation
in a wilderness. away from her
home. her children and her friends,
was something too horrible 10 con-
template To 90 a second time in
to captivity would be but to meet
death in the most appalling form
As she was travelling on, amid
the darkness that enveloped her, re-
volving these things in her mind,
Just before davhreak on the ninth
night of her journey, she found her
self in the suburbs Of an Indian vii
lage. She approached an Indian
hut, resolved to enter and procure
something to secure life little lon
ger. The mistress of the hut re-
ceived her kindly. gave her a large
corn dumping. and told her to has
ten away, as the huntsmen of the
village would soon be up. In or
i Gull - - f's''r~O "a 'iio ii-
dams in the event of betrayal,
she passed out of the village on the
same side she had entered it. Day
light overtaking her she Ind to con-
ceal herself in a briar sthicket near
the village. That night a white
man, an Indian trader, lodged in
that village. He learned by some
means that a white woman, almost
starved and destitute, had PASSED
through the village. He immedi-
ately offered a reward of fifty dol
lars to any one who wonld appre-
bend and deliver her to him alive
and unframed
Convinced from the unusual stir
about the village that the Indians
must be in search Of her Mrs. Craw-
lev attempted to reach large swamp
near the village, but was discovered
and caught Just as she was about to
enter it. The trader had her pro-
vided for the best he could, cotdnc-
ted her to the nearest white settle
ment, a little village upon the from
tier. where she rested for day OF
two meanwhile the villagers were
busy in providing for her comfort,
and in furnishing her with a horse,
bride and saddle, and money TO de-
fray expenses to the amount OF tity
or sixty dollars. A letter was adj
dressed to her husband to set out
10 meet her.
They did meet, but that meeting
I shall not attempt to describe but
God bless that trader his spirit is
in Heaven,
The above is faithful narrative
of facts, as related to me by Camp
Crawley, the eldest son of John aid
Mrs. Crawley. Every fact mention
ed is, doubt not, substantially true.
Here, then, is material, out of which
might be built a novel equal to Cla-
ra Moreland, or Adventures in the
far Southwest.
Napoleon's Attempt to commit
Suicide.
In Montholon's History of the