Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-07-27

and feathered, with their long knives and
strings of scalys came by, calling for rum
and booty and how she watched her brood !"
under the rivers bank, as the battle ragged, Tor
their frail hut was shivercd with cannon balls
while she returned for food for them; and
how his boy-heart exultcd as be climbed tho
fence to see the bright, fre-red regimentai re-
treat away from the burning Fort ---; and
SO on the same.
But he grow ur, and roved to this Ggsep
mountain, beavor-meadow town, and "sete y
down. He was constable, and representa-
tive and town clerk, and esquire; J" and many
arc the hymen bands he has made, and the
adventures he has tried; but the longest one
he tells tonight is
THE CoUNTERFEITER'S ARREST.
A certain Barney, as assistant, and himself,
had long been engaged to capture notorious
counterfeiter, named Holaburt, who lived in
the neighborhooi. Well, 80 far - that IL,
through come weeks watching--they had been
bafled; the difficulty always having been, not
in coming where he Was, but in finding him
there. Apropos, at length they heard, at night
fall, by means of some hunters, what they con-
sidered az the most undeniable evidence of the
fesh and blood locality, in the present tense Of
the long-sought for object, not subject, Of their
adventure and duty, namely. at new "clear-
ing in W., the next town, some four miles
distant through the pathess forest
6 So Oh, and so on.o They were determined,
and they adyanced-unarmcd, ignorant of the
woods, Of the place, CT the man, and Of his de-
fences-at random, unprepared, yet with bold
hearts.
1t was one of those silent autumn eyes, and
the softening twilight was just changing into
the deep blackness of night, as they passed the
line Of stumps and civilization for the unmarried
walks Of nature. And they wendell on their
way sometimes in silence, counting the starry
worlds that dared to rise from the mountain
summit, sometimes rambling in thought and
reverie, and sometimes chatting in as rambling
words till the "hemlock swampsO were
past and the black Dead Creek" and the
hills beyond and in the notched valley before
them pale light as of a watch-fire, gimmer-
ed on their eyes They approached the rude
encanpment, or hut with etealthy tread, and
looked through the chinks Of the wall.
1t was the deep Of night; the huge legs of
the fire were smoulderiDg into masses of aeh-
covered coal, which threw an uncertain light
over the apartment; and on the hewcd log
floor twelve stout men were sleeping, armed
throughout, yet unconscious Of foes, or lures,
or danger.
but glance Hnlnceu. moment was not
lost--a word was not spoken, but with the
told, dashing of tackwoodsmen, M him.
self began kicking the buckets and blocks
about the door, and shouted in confidential
tone, Surround the house, while Barney
burst the heavy white-ash door from its hinges,
seized and bound the frightened Holaburt be-
fore bis senseless guards had awakened. Then
he called out to M, Come in, there are
enough out there now" and they marched him
off through the shady woods, to his doom, be-
fore those twelve "stout, armed men y dared
timidly look out at the window. So much for
pushing
Reader, this is not fancy picture--it is
true, only few winters back But many
words more must needs be spoken, and even
December evenings must wane apace,n and
the brightest stars must set, and the most joy
Gus spirits sleep share Of fleeing life away