Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1859-04-29

There was enough OF us to take Laurel
wood by storm, and we ought to done it,
I'd been content with the booty, and them
that preferred it might had the beauty and
welcome. Women are well enough to do
the cookin' and housework, but as for havin'
one on 'em agin her will, can't see no
sense in il, though they may have different
views that please. Whoever hf- 4 chance
to look among the ashes yonder frst II get
richly paid for their trouble
"A greater treasure than all the plate of
Burnside House has slipped through my
fingers this night. Simon Arrowsmith,
who in the iend's name Is this One-eyed
Saul, who is such terror to our fellors all
along the Santee, especially in tho nOighbor-
hood of this cussed swampp
ITS more than | can Tell, Cap'n; but l
know that he fights like hurricane, and is
never STILL First you here of him at one
place, then at another long way of. He
goes from pint to pint like race horse,
and alters leaves his mark on tho kings
men. He has burnin' hatred for Tories,
and woe to them that be puts his eye on for
vengeance, for they don't live long arter.--
Jim Pollard has got somethin' to do, reck-
on. I'm glad it wasn't me that drew his
namo from the hat on the night that we
crossed our sabres over the red blaze, and
swore-we seven--to stand by each other
TO the last, in all cases and under all cir
cumstances.'
Poor luck we've had sneered Martin,
though we had the advantage in pint Of
numbers. There's seven on US matched
agin seven: we'll SEQ how it'll end'
"A dozen of us seemed to be no match
for four to night retorted Arowsmith, mo-
rosely. 4 wonder if any of our seven got
their quietusl Satan takes care of his own,
they say
'We'll know tonight, when we meet al
the cypress tree. 1 got broken skull, and
noticed that two or three others had some
ugly marks; but is my opinion that the
seven will all turn up at the proper time
Some of our friends went under; the bod
les of few more were burnt in the house,
l s'pose, but it's the fate Of war, and can't
be helped. It's Jessie Burnside that wor-
ries me the most
Imagine tue feelings of tho young girl !
Picture to yourself her trepidation, her
trembling horror, at the proximity of vii
lians whose religion was Passion and Plum
der, and whose depraved instincts hurried
them to the commission Of enormitics too
shocking for the mind to dwell upon. She
was like the dove hiding from the hawk
the hare shrinking from the teeth Of the
hound.
'All hope Of the gal isn't lost yet said
Arowsmith, hopefully. 'Ierrick and Lang
ford folered 'em You know
How fur could they foller them en- thro'
these Internal meshes of woodP
'As fur as the frightened little bodies
could 90. How do you think they could
fight their way through such difikilties as
these? Why, they'd leave some of tboir
clothes at every step, and wouldn't have a
rag left on 'em by the time they'd gone a
dozen rods. Think how the pretty dears
must have torn their soft feshI
Arrowsmith laughed as if the idea was a
very pleasant one.
They couldn't go a great ways, that's
certain, replied Martin, rehectiyely.
"They may bo within ten yards Of US !!
asserted Arrowsmith with confidence.
The effect of this remark was anything
but agreeable to Jessie, for the distance was
much loss than the ruffians had named.
ave might look abont some,' added Ar.
rowsmith. They'd be apt to smuggle into
the first hidn' place they come to; that's
tho way of the silly critters. When they're
| frightened, they put their silly heads under
the first bush they find
you forgot that Tom Hutter, Paul Ha-
zlehurst, the tall Yankee aud the nigger
started after 'em the minute VIC took to ouI
heels. They've found 'em, III warrant, and
that arch rebel, Hazelhurst, is whisperin
fine things in Jessie's cars by this time
The days'll be long and the nights rostles:
till I've covered him with the muzzlo of my
rife. Little shall l sleep till he ceases tx
stand atween me and Jessie Burnside
1T isn't best to let out many secrets
Cap'n, for We don't know what ears may
hear u.s.
A twig broke beneath the slight weigh
of Jessie's person. The circumstance add
ed fresh terror to her situation.
what was that" whispered Arrowsmith
1T was noisep said Vantassle, sudden
! ly whose bad temper made him reckless.
4 knew it was noise, but it alters take.
somethin' to make noise. What did tel
you9 Your beauty may be concealed here
about; push ahead and see.'
Jessie heard VaBtassle parting the laurel
and pressing slowly toward her. Her hear
beat violently; she believed if he paused h'
could hear it. The crisis of her fate, i
seemed to her, had arrived. Should sh,
spring up and attempt to fly, or remain 81
lent a moment longer! She chose the lat
ter. Vantassle was within three yards o
her.
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