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touch.
"There is no beat there" said he con.
temptously. turning to my father. st was
all your fancy"
My father put his hand beneath my arm
again. Trembling, faith shaken, wavering
Ibis touch told all that, so he pressed the
artery long and no throb responded. The
little riil of life was too faint and weak to
flow.
Long he held his finger there, and
through it could feel his hope die away.
He withdrew it at last, and he gazed on the
face of his dead son. Ho looked long. He
was kind good father. / know where the
grass grows above his grave. He gazed
long, and turned away as one who bade
farewell. 49,
An hour passed. He came back resolute,
hope doubtless in his eye, as if some inspir.
ed frenzy made him hope against hope, and
bear his faith into the presence Of despair.
He touched again the artery beneath my
arm. He felt the throb. II was fuller and
faster, as hope seized and animated me and
him together. The pulse was clear--small,
weak rs it might be, it was still marked
and clear. He felt it, and knew it was no
fancy. .-..
He brought wine, and put teaspoon gil.
ed with it to my lips. The palate and nos
trils felt the sensation. They slightly moved
The shadow Of a color came in my face
He knew lived.
My recovery was slow. For three DAYS
my sustenance was half teaspoonful of
wine passed to my lips every two hours
After that they gave me whole spoonful
at the same intervals. / gained strength
slowly. At length was able to get up.
But | was crippled forever. From the
hour, when life came back to me to this
hour have not been able to lift nv right
arm fiom my side. Below the elbow the
limb is powerless. My left hand I cannot
raise above my head. was bled in either
arm. '
Sometimes, without thought, L make an
effort to raise one arm or the other beyond
the line which the paralysis Of either has
fixed. Then, on sudden, all grows dark
before me my head swims, and, for an in.
slant, fell the awful mountains weight up.
on me. The spasm passes away, and live
again.
commenced no action for damages
against the doctor. Aside from the fact
that he did not then possess means to res.
pond to the possible verdict, nv friends,
with the prejudices of the time, would have
dissuaded me from suing him at the law
Courts and faculty." in those days believ-
ed in blood, and the latter took it when
they would.
Do not deem, reader, that the foregoing
Is any tale of the imagination. 1t is story
of the baldest fact. live in New JERSEY,
between Plainfeld and Westfield, in Union
formerly Essex) county. My name I am
free to impart-itis is John r. Miller. Thir.
ty-four years have passed, but the memory of
every hue, and circumstance of those dread
ages OF death is distinct and vivid STILL
For often, even now, a thoughtless movement
of either crippled limb bring their terrors
bodily back, and once again-thank God. it
is but for moment lie suffocated, and
pressed beneath the mountains remorseless
breast,
| OAcoTAH TERRIToRy.-During its pres
ent session, Congress will be called on to es.
tablish Territorial Government over that
part Of the Territory of Minnesota not in
cluded within the limits of the State. The
| iSSiOh OobOu DoSpIdu dHcduy mas u DODula-
tion of at least four thousand enterprising
people, of whom fifteen hundred are settled
in the vicinity Of the Red River, and the re.
mainder about the Big Sioux. The princi-
pal settlement is at the falls of the Big Sioux,
and consists of thirty houses, steam saw
mill, and several stone buildings. At this
point, such is the demand for building ma.
terials that the mill is kept running night
and day, and $50 per thousand is readily
paid for saving. A few miles below the
falls, at the head of steamboat navigation, a
promising beginning has been made. Thriv.
ing settlements have already been establish
ed at convenient places above the falls, and
on several branches of the Big Sioux. The
soil is described as peculiarly adapted to ag-
riculture, and capable Of sustaining dense
population.
A SAMSON IN SHAoKLEs.-A prisoner in
Green county (Wisconsin) Jail, by the name
Of Sam Witham, has been amusing himself
and astonishing the jailor with his fea,s Of
strength. Unaided by single instrument,
he broke set Of the strongest patent hand
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