The true Democrat., 1855-10-16
Incidents of the Pestiience.

Incidents of the Pestiience.
 A letter from Norfolk, published in the Char leston Courier, says:
 "A man jumped into the river the other day and was drowned; his entire family had been swept away by the breath of the destroying angel, and he .alane was left We witness scenes every day that make the tears flow, and the heart bleed. A lady died at the hospital last week, leaving an only child, girl about five years old. She had seen her father and brothers and sisters carried, by one, to their narrow home, and the spirit of her dear moth- CT had now departed. She sat by the cold corpse weeping bitterly, and as she sat there sobbing, with her face buried in her lap I felt the warm tear-drops course down my own checks 1 commanded my feelings, and spoke to her tenderly. l told her that her mother Was no longer sick, and suffering pain, but she was In heaven; in the presence of her Saviour and in the company of angels and good people, and if she would be good girl she would see her mother again. 1 comtorted her by telling her that God was her father, and that he would take care of her. She left the room. About all hour afterwards, while 1 was walking along the street, saw this little girl; she recognized me immediately, and, smiling through hertears, she ran towards me, and clasping my hand in hers, she sad with touching simplicity, do sir, have my dear mother buried ill a coffin; it would pain my mother very much if she was put in one of those norrid boxes."
 We copy the following extract from letter published in the Charleston Mercury, from one of the physicians of that city now in Norfolk What volume of woe does it speak:
 Language fails to expsess the amount of suffering and distress. Could you but ride over the place, in one half hour could show you sights that would make your heart bleed 1 went, two days ago, to nurse a young man with an interesting family, consisting of very pretty wife and two children. 1 sat up with him from five o'clock one morning till seven the next, when the poor fellow died. 1 shall not forget the scene as, long as live His vile had re- quested to see him before he died. About five i'll the morning informed her that he could not live, as the symptoms of the vomt were coming on. She begged me to assist her to the bedside l did so, and as she was about to en- brace him for the last tme the death rattle was heard, and he hung stiff, dead in her arms She raised herself and fell powerless into mine. But the worst part is yet to Dc told His fath- CT, an old man of sixty years, had to be inform ed of it, and Twas the person to do it. threw on my cloak and startel for the house He met me at tine door, and, as if inwardly con- sclous of my mission, he flung his arm around my neck and resting his head upon my shoul- der burst into flood of tears. He had lost his wife the Sunday preceding, his daughter the day after, and now this young man was the | th.rd-all in one week. Besides his last and only boy was extremely low. When 1 left his door to return to the scene of death, mcditating | ,1,. I I,l 4l desoate fate of this old man, could restrain my feelings no longer, and seating myself upon a doorstep, 1 wept bitterly.'
 Frontier Life Thirty-fvc years Ago.
 In the Michigan Journal of the 18th ult., we find the following narrative, which we have never met with before, embracing stirring in cidents of border history, in which, it will be seen, the present venerable Senator from Michigan bore responsible and hazardous part:
 From the Cleveland Herald.
 Upon the "Planet" Lake Superior excur- sion, we met MT. c. c. Trowbrdge, of Detroit, who among many facts connected with the h. dlans of the upper country, related one which does such honor to the courage of Gen. Cass that we take the liberty of relating it.
 In 1920, an expedition under Gen. Cass, then territorial Governor of Michigan, was made along the shores of Lake Superior and the head-waters of the Mississippi, for the purpose of curbing the hostility existing between the different Indian trbes and the cultivation of amity between the Indians and the whites- It was an expedition of over four thousand miles in extent, and performed in bark canoes setting out from Detroit. Gen. Cass' suit consisted of Capt. David, B. Douglass, of the engineers; Henry c. Schoolcraft, mnera- logist; Alex. Wolcott, physician Lieut.. Mac key, of the artillery; R. A. Forsyth, secretary; James Duane Doty, journalist A. R. Chase and c. c. Trowbridge, assistants to Captain D.
 At the Saut Ste. Marie the party entered in- to negotiations with the Indians for the pur- chase of piece of land, upon which the garr- son now stands. The lavish expenditure of British money in the annual presentation of gifts to the natives, and the niggardly policy of our government towards them, had inspired the Indians with respect for the one nation and con- tempt for the other. The war, then lately co- sed, had increased British influence to our in- jury, and the presence of British garrison on the Canadian side of the river, was a fountain of bad counsel to the red men, and place of safety in case of need. The feeling, therefore, of the Indians was not friendly towards this expedition, and the enterprise was one of great danger.
 General Cass invited the chiefs to his tent, in the centre of which was pile of tobacco, a part of which was to be smoked on the occa- sion, and the residue presented to the Indians, at the close of the council. The chief appear ed en costume, sans cuAoss, everything save the "breech cloth."
 The leader, tall, muscular fellow of thirty years, with the devil in his ugly face, was an exception. He wore, beside the "breech cloth,' a single eagles feather gracefully attached to the top of his head, red coat with narrow skirts, and two gold epaulets of British Major Gen. eral. "Unclc Sam" dispensed no such favors to his red children. Gov. Cass explained the object of his mission to be the cultivation oi friendship between them and their deadly