The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1859-02-17
RAyENNA, THURSDAY. FEBRUARY II, 1859.

panion, al think you had better repeat that |
part of the church litany that prays to be
delivered from battle, murder and sudden |
dsath;' for II we should be 90 lucky ss to
escape Black Donald and bis gang, we shall
have at leAst IN equal chance of being
upset in the darkness Of these dreadful
mo6iiains." 70 a. .a
"a pair Of saddle. mules would have been
a safef convsynnsS, certainly" said the
minister. a, ta gas heraT ".s
Old Hurricane knew that, but though
great sensualist, he was brave man, and
90 he had rather risk his life in close car
riage than suffer cold upon sire footed
mules back. t...f.t...-a.5 IL
After many delay phd perils, the pastor
and Old Hurricane arrived at their destina.
tion, called the Witch's Hut, or Old Hats
Cabin. In one corner Of the hut, on arag-
ged couch, lay a grey haired and emciated
woman. evidently near unto death. : On be-
ing informed ihdt magistrate. had arrived,
she insisted on everybody else leaving the
room, as she would speak with him alone.
Her request having been complied with. Old
Hurricane drew from his pocket Bible and
administered the oath, and then said:
"Now then, my good soul begin-'tEe
truth the whole truth, end nothing but the
TRUTH" you know. Blu, first, your name,"
as it possible you don't know me, mas.
teri"
"Not /, in faith"
"For the love Of heaven, look ct me and
try to recollect me, cir! 1t is necessary
some one authority should be able to know
ries' taid the wotidn, taising her haGgard
eyes to the face of her visitor.
The old man adjusted his spectacles and
gave her a scrutnizing look, exclaiming at
"LOrd bless ny soul /! Il is ! it aih't / it
must it can't be ! ssGrGnny Grewell--the
-the-the-midwife that disappeared from
twelve or thirteen years ago !'
ayes, master, am Nancy Grewell, the
ladies' nurse, who vanished from sight SO
mysteriously some thirteen years ago ~
replied the woman.
"Heaven help our hearts And for wha,
crime was it you ran awsyl Come-make
clean breast Of it, woman! You have
nothing to fear in doing so. for you are pas,
the arm Of earthly law now I"
81 know It, fhustef." ~." " Lie g.
Sand the best way to prepare to meet the
Divine Judge Is to make all the preparation
that you con by a full confession p
81 know it, sir--A had committed q
crime; but have committed no crime
neither did run away"
"What! what! what!-What was it then
Rethomber, witness, you are on your oath =
81 know that, sir, and will tell the truth
BIZ: it must be In my own woy."
At this nor!eut d violent blast of win,
i; and hail rooted down the mountain side unc
ratified, shaking the witch's- hut, as if j
would have shaken il aboGt their ears.
1t was proper overture to the tale thu
was about to be told. Conversation was In
possible until the storth raved past and wu
heard dying In deep reterberating echoe
from the depths Of che DEVILS Pune
Bowl!
"ft is some thirteen years ago." bega
Granny Grewell "upon just such night {
storm as this, that was mounted on my oil
!, mule Molly, with my saddle. bags fdll {
dried YARDS, and stilled waters and sich, O
1allus carried when was out 'tendin' 0
the sick. Twas on my way a.going ~ Sc
4 lady as I was Sent for TO tend.'
"Well, master !! I'm not 'shamed to 50,
4 az never was afraid OF man, beast, nc
!. spirit! and never stopped at going out a
hours of the Night, through the most lon'
{ soonest roads, If so be wac called upon
II to do. Still must say that jest as me or
o Molly, my mule, got into the deep, thfc
lonesome woods as stands round the o
$ Hidden House in the hollow, did fe
Il queerish ;'case It was the dead hour of nigh
and it was said how strange things were Sc.
y and hearn, yes, and done too, in that dar
deep, lonesome place. seen how even n
!. mule Molly felt queer too, by the way 81
J. stuck up her ears, stiff as quilts. So, part
p to keep up my own spirits. and partly
" courage her, says I, Molly says !, 'wh
e are ye aieard on Be man. Molly! b
Molly stepped out cautious, and pricked
her long ears all the same" .'......
~ "Well, master, it was so dark couldr
see yard past Molly's ears. and the Pc
~ was SO narrow and the bushes 90 thick '
y could hardly get along but just as we car
:, to the little creek as they calls the Spo,
cause the water jumps and jets along till
empties into The Punch Bowl, and just
Molly was cautiously putting her fore 70
!. into the water, out starts two men from. 4
" bushes and seizes poor Mcily'S brldle :"
"Gooa heaven p exclaimed Major WI
:, field. ~. .. ..
!" swell, master, before could cry 0,
i one Of them williams seized me by the SCR
= fof my neck, and with the other hand on q
4 mouth he says /: .ssa
] "'Be silent, you old fool, or I'll bic
). your brains out ! .-..-.. ,-.-a-.