Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1857-12-31
r wo Women Frozen TO Death.
A ROMANTIC STORY.

A ST. Joseph correspondent of the St. Louis
Republican, in giving an account of the death
BY freezing of two women-a white woman
and negress-in that vicinity, recently says =
THE white woman was an eccentric stranger
who had wandered into the neighborhood of
the Platte, asking aims, which. in that rich
country, were given her freely No one knew
her history, nor did she seem to have a friend
on earth, except little boy, some nine years
old, whom she called her son, and who was the
faithful companion of her erratic peregri ma
tions. When this cold spell came on, a gentle.
man advised her to come to town, when he
would see that she was comfortably provided
for but she refused, and said it was her dcsti-
ny to wander. The second morning after, the
little boy came to his house and told him that
his mother was dead, that she had frozen to
death, and that he was almost frozen too. The
gentleman took the poor little fellow and had
him warmed and wrapped in thick clothing
for his garments were thin and torn-and then
went with him to the place where his dead
mother lay, The spectacle was narrowing.
In the corner of deserted cabin, which had
neither doors nor windows to shut out the cold,
among some miserable remnants of old clothing
which but half concealed her snowy limbs,
drawn up as if still in agony of freezing, she
lay rigid corpse. Her countenance, however,
was as serene as though she slept, aud u faint
smile was seen to linger timidly about the cor
ners of her mouth as if it had been long
stranger there, but had come back at the las
moment to let the stranger, as he gazed upon
it, know that that wan face, where misery and
woe had left so many imprints, had once known
happiness Her features were delicately mold
ed her hair was silken, and Of chestnut hue,
and her hands and feet were small and indicated
gentle blood. Her stature was Of medi um
height, her form well turned, and her age, in
death, appeared to be between twenty-eight and
thirty in life it had seemed forty.
The little boy is wholly oblivious of the place
of his nativity, nor does he know another name
than George She called him George, and
he had wandered with her from his earliest
memory He does not know relation in the
world He does not know that he ever had a
father, He has sometimes in her sleep heard
his mother cry, Oh, George George do not,
do not leave me. will die with grief and
then weep until she became calm again. lie
walked her once or twice and told her that he
would not leave her, when she casped him in
her arms and exclaimed, No, my son, know
YOU will not leave me- and then he thought
twas some one else of whom she dreamed per
thaps his father, but he did not know, nor even
asked her. She was always sad and wept al
most necessarily, She talked but little. She
appeared to be IN search of some one, and made
the asking of aims pretext for looking into
every house along the way of her long, weary
pilgrimage.
The negress, who was frozen on that awful
night, belonged to DR.. France, and was lost in
a thcket near Platte river. She was found
next day, stopped under a cluster of tangled
bushes, perfectly stiff and lifeless.