The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-03-29
Jshn Pitman and the Wolves.
q WINTER EVENINGS TAnE.
sr ). T. rRowBRlDGE.


foundation in fact. Ii is one of those
deeply impressive tales Of pioneer life, the
s,recoliecsion Of which IL warmly associated
!. with thsi Joys that in my childhood cheered
the long winter evenings. and endeared
!. ihe 6reside Of home. The scenes and IN
Scidents Of the story are, at This moment, as
vividly pictured upon my imagination as
i il were no moro than q week ago, thatl
VAS wondef.iosing child, sitting in the
chimney corner and listening, with in
tense interest. 10 the graphic description Of
life in the back woods, which the aged or
ator Of the hesrth circle knew so well how
to portray. | don't know that can do
better than to give the narrative, as nearly
as possible. in the. story teller'so own words.
~ Alssf undergoing the solicitations Of the
younger members Of the family, for some
dime, with exemplary patience, the old
fnan scratched his nose, looked thought
fully Il tie Gre. and finally cleared his
throat 10 speak; linmistakable signs from
: which We Judge that he has been taxing
his memory or his invention to frame the
2 element Of some new story.
~ ia Well, boys, IL you have got your les
.ions for fo.lhorrok-s'
= ssOh. we've eot our lessons by heart!''
interrupted ! chorus Of voices.
2 And you, Margareil" asked the old
man, pafting the head Of fair-haired girl,
who had drawn her little chair to his side
10 order not 10 lose word Of the expect
: ID story
"a Marearet's intelligent eyes and truthful
-steow ssstired him that she had not neg
'iscted her task.
yss4hsn keep stiIl," said the old man,
knockiut the ashes out Of his pipe on the
sendiron. 'sahd will tell YOU . story about
;3ohn Pitman and the wolves-"
.ssssI beg Ut you not to tell that horrible
&siofyi" Exclaimed the mother Of the chill.
tdssn. at viii frighten them SO that they
6ill not get over Il in . week.
-s ssIs wont Tighten rie. = lisped little Mar.
kafef. ..I tile wolf stories."
sEla! ifdl YOU are brave girl! Well
II shAll have to tell you the story. for cam
sthink Of any oiher:
"You remember hearing me tell about
tSld Capiain Eddy, who was shot by the In
dian i'd Ciapp's Hollow, end ran all the
o&Iy u Bsatef Brook with bullet in his
ssAnd had Tie bullet taken oGt. and KEEP
ID . snuff.box for his children to look at
6hidtes in Margaret. "Oh, | remember
otkatl'; :.
aDdn'i iaikl'' sxclaimed Julius. the old
iSst ST the children. in tone oi authority
'.Let grandfather tell his story"
.sAs was going to say, Captain Eddy's
Oldest daughter married John Pitman, and
went Ia live with him on the very outskirt.
81 lie settlement. The red skins had al
been driven Away then, and the settler.
we're no longetsi in continual fear of being
.shof down and scalped the minute they pu
iheir bead out Of their houses. So John
who WAS bold fellow, six feet high. and
weighed hundred and eighty-withou
An onncs Of spare flesh either, for he was
ali bone and sinews-John, say, put hin
mp . log house, two miles from Beaver
Brook, and began to NOW down the trees
and burn logs and siumps. and break VI
the new land. like .. perfect Napoleon o
the woods.
"Jahn and Sophronia were happy
eooupls, assure you. Industrious as bees
both Of them; and never heard Of theil
hayinRa dispute. John used TO work hare
All day, and Sophronia was sure to have
glorious supper ready for him BY the TIM
he came in at night.
"ons cold morning in the winter time
and now l am coming to the story-JohI
went up the river to grand log.roliing
md Sophronia did not expect him befor'
niaht. She was all alone that day. ant
,sks busisd herself repairing her husband
icIothss and making his home comfortable
- syery rood wife should do. John tolt
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