Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1858-05-14


Quick laltOgether, now !.over with herl
shouted another.
"The de'il'sin it she's running aground
here on muddy bottom + almost yelled
third.
Mean time the laden boat was brush.
ing along against projecting bushes and
overroaching limbs, and every moment
getting more and more entangicd while
the long poles and sweeps of the boatmen,
as they attempted to push her off, were of.
ten plunged, without touching bottom, in
to what appeared to be soft, clayey mud,
from which they were only extricated BY
such an outlay of strength as tended still
more to draw the clumsy craft upon the
bank they wished to avoid. At length.
scarcely more than minute from the first
alarm. taere was kind ofsettling togeth-
er, 't'ssss Esd the boat became fast and
imi VFrbia
~ Set gss as.nSuaesg ags Bi4,- ly;nteS,
in = esoaaG1er.s = SnAss who q
with an cath, thai it was just what he exs
pected. FOR & moment or two dead ST.
lence followed, as if each comprehended
that the matter was one to oe viewed in
very serious light
"lll get over the bow, and try to git the
lay of the land with my feet" said Tom
Harris; and forthwith he set about the not
very pleasant undertaking.
AT this moment Eugene heard his name
pronounced by voice that seldom failed
to excite peculiar emotion in his breast,
and now sent strange thrill through ev-
cry nerve; and fastening below, he found
Blanche, fully dressed, with light in her
hand, standing just outside of her cabin,
in the regular passage which led length.
wise through the center of the boat.
81 have heard something, Eugene she
said "enough to know that VIC have met
with an accident, but not sufficient to full.
ly comprehend its. nature
Unfortunately, about two hours ago"
replied Eugene, "we suddenly became in
volved in dense fog; and in spite of our
every precaution and care, we have run
aground-it may be against the Ohio shore
lit may be against an island--it is so dark
we can't see. But be not alarmed, Miss
Blanche. he hurriedly added; Il trust we
shall soon be afoat again; though in any
event, the darkness is sufficient to conceal
us from the savages, even were they in the
vicinity"
81 know little of Indians" returned
Blanche; "but 1 have always understood
that they arc somewhat remarkable for
their acuteness of hearing; and if such is
the case, there would be no necessity of
their being very near, to be made acquain-
ted with our locality, judging from the
loud voices heard few minutes ago."
81 fear we've been rather imprudent,"
said Eugene, in deprecating tone; 'but
in the excitement-"
His words were suddenly cut short by
several loud voices of alarm from without.
followed by quick and heavy trampling
across the deck; and the next moment
Seth Harper and Dick Winter burst into
the passage, the former exclaining:
"We've run plum into a red nigger's
nest, Cap'n' and Tom Harris is already
butchered and scalped !"
And even as he spoke, as if in confr-
nation of his dreadful intelligence, there
arose series of wild, piercing, demoni
acal yells, followed by a dead and omi
nous silence.
So far we have followed the lovely hero
inc and her friends in this adventure; but
the foregoing is all that we can publish in
our columns. The talance ofthe narrative
can only be found in the New York Ledg-
er, the great family paper; which can be
obtained at all the periodical stores where
papers are sold. Remember to ask for the
"Ledger," ," dated May 22nd, and in it you
will get the continuation of the narrative
from where it leaves off here. If there are
no bookstores or news offices convenient
to where you reside, the publisher of the
Ledger will send you copy by mail, ifI
you will send him five cents inca letter
Address, Robert Bonner, Ledger Office, A
Ann street. New York. This story is en-
titled, "Perils of the Border" and grows
more and more interesting as it goes on.
HoUsToN's COMPLIMENT TO THE SEN
ATE.-On recent occasion, Gen. Hons
ton, in the Senate, thus characterized the