The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1859-04-21
tbroupb the tenacious foliage into the dim

through the tenacious foliage into the dim
sky. she beheid black cloud of smoke
ali that rem aimed of her fathers mansion
save few charred and smouldering
brands that still sent up mournful incense
from the family hearthstone. She wept,
prayed-for it is upon God, at last, that
the tossed, stricken, and disappointed
mind turns. The instincts and and ex
perieuce of the whole human race prove
beyond the shadow of question, that be
alone can confer hope and consolation upon
the bereaved, afflicted, and world crushed
soul. Prayer to Hin made her calmer.
A strange, balmy influence, unexpected
and sweet stole into ber being She
would not, she did not quite despair.
There was a sound in the laurel hedg-
es She listened with every sense awake.
Persons we're there working their way
through the tangled masses in the direc-
ton Of her covert. Their progress was
slow and difficult. She heard nuttered
curses and Impressions. Her fears were
imme asurably increased, for the voice OF
Martin Vantassie was SO odious, and
made so many disagreeable Impressions
upon her memory, that she could not but
recognize its slightest tones. She Shrank
and crouched to mother earth for protec-
ton, as the startled partridge hides isseli
beneath bougb or in the friendly brake,
to escape the hurtling shot Of tho bunter,
Discovery appeared inevitable, for the
cracking Of the limbs and the struggling
and the low.breathed curses came nearer
and nearer.
'Perdition scize these brambles / ex
claimed Vantassie. 'One can neither
stand up nor lay down, 60 forrard nor &C
back =
Jessie heard the speaker cast hinsel
recklessly upon the ground few yard
from her. The laure! bent and comp plains
ed beneath bis weight, municatlpg ;
wave Of motion to the vines around her
, A volley of oaths followed the rem lark.
You're in bad temper, Cap'n, said an
{ other, who proved to be Simon Arrow
smith.
= Who wouldn't be in bad temper t.
r be batfled in this wayl' growled Vantas
sic. Twice the gal seemed to be in NJ.
power tonight, and twice have been de
feated by that unknown devil, One-eyet
> Saul of tue Swamp.
: Its the gal-there's where the sho
? pinches. The loss of the silver plate i
what troubles me. Twas fools tricl
to set the house a FIRE apd burn it up ar
! ter all. There were enough on US TO tax
Laurelwood by storm, and We ought t
| done it. I'd been content with the booty
: and them that preferred it mi ght had tn
!, beauty, and welcome. Women are vel
r enough to do the cookin' and housework
: but as for ha0in' one on 'em agin ber will
| | can't see no sense 10 it, though then
may have different views that please
Whoever gets chance too look anon
the ashes youder first, IL git richly pai
] for their trouble
"A greater treasure than all the plat
: of Burnside House has slipped throug
e my fingers this night. Simon Arrowsmlth
who, in the fend's name, is this One eye
d Saul, who is sich terror to eur fellers a
: along the SaDtee, especially in the neigh
!! borbood Of this cussed swamp!
It's more'n | can tell, cap'u; but | kno'
that be fights like hurricane, and is nev
:, er STILL First you hear of him at on
: place and then at another long way of
He goes from pint to pint like race
: horse, aud alters leaves his mark on til
J. kings men. He has a burnin' hatred TO
Tories, and woe to them that be puts hi
eye on for vengeance, for they don't liv
long arter. Jim Pollard has got some
thin to do. I recon. I'm glad it WASH
e me that drew bis name from the hat o
r the night we crossed our sabres over th
: red blaze, and ssore-we reven-to star
t by each other to the last, 10 all cases an
] under all circumstances
0 Poor luck We had, sneered Martin
: though We had the advantage in pint G
: numbers. There's seven on US matche
r agin seven; we'll Sc how it end
i. A dozen of us seemed to be no u ate
e for four, to- night, returned Arrowsmiti
: morosely. L wonder if any of our seve
got their quietus Satan takes care {
e his own, they say
: 'We'll know tonight, when we meet +;
b the cypress tree. I got broken skull
e and noticed that two or three others ha
!, some ugly mark; but it's my opinion tn;
/ the seven will all turn up at the prope
j. time. Some of our friends went under
y the bodies of few were burnt in th
:. house, l s'pose, but it's the fate of wal
= and cau't be helped. It's Jessie Burr
IS side that worries me the most!'
J. Imagine the feelings OF the young cir
r Picture to yourself her trepidation, be
n trembling horror, at the proximity of vi
+ lains whose religion was passion an
g plunder, and whose depravod instinct
hurried them to the com mission of enol
i mites too shocking for the mind to dive
t. upon. She was like the dove hiding fror
!. the hawk-the hare shrinking from th
r. teeth of the hound.
, 'All hope of the gal isn't lost yet sal
d Arrowsmith, hopefully. 'Herrck an
e Lapgford follered 'em you knowl'
! How fur could they foller em throug
y these Internal mesbes Of wood =