Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1859-02-05

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casyi but they were both quiet and looked up
to James, though John was good bit older
"Wull, sir, the day went on, cold, cold an
blowun heavy, an the water black an white,
wi white shores, and slob-ice all along an
more, agen, an heavier, to lceward, sartenly.-
We couldn' stir hand or foot that day, nor next;
but the Lords day came in softer, an we got a
good crew an stout punt to sarch for the four
poor boys that had been three days a missun,
and old Mr. Williamson, the clerk that is now,
sir made prayer over us before we laved.-
When we came to put of, they left me standun;
i make no doubt but Jesse named to spare me;
but called un back for l said, why should |
be settun wi my hands folded, or walking about,
lookun out over the water, and l may just as
well be doun somethun like father for my sons
an for my brothers orphans?
ave made for Broad Cove; for so we thought
the wind would ha' driven the poor young fell
lows a-Thursday; but we couldn' get into
Broad Cove, for the slob an cakes of ice. The
shore looked tarrible cruelr'
Skipper George safe thoughtful moment,
and then began again.
"At Portugal Cove" he continued, looking
over the water, "they didn' know about eer a
punt, an no more didn' at Broad Cove, nor
Holly-Rood; for we staid three days. an walk
ed an sarched all over. An so, a Thursday
morn agen we coined back home twas cold,
but STILL So when we coined round Peterport
Point, CHATS it over at the outside o. Blazun
Head, yonder,) every man, Almost looked over
his shoulder, tbinkun mubbe they'd got in but
'twasn' So They hadn' come, nor they hadn
been hard from. So my Mistress an Milly, an
George, an l. an this maid kneeed down after
I'd told em how twas, and prayed to the good
Lord.
can SO we waited an didn' hear from the
four poor boys, not for good many days"
Skipper George stopped here again for a
while.
"Awell, sir, then there coined word over that
some men had abin found at Broad Cove it
wasn known who they were but we knowed
So they got Mr. Worners boat, and crew of EN-
went round, and Skipper Emery Ressle, and
Skipper kik Ressle, (that was Mllys father,)
and Skipper Izik Marchant, Che WASH Skipper
then, however, but many friends COED in her
i couldn' go that time sir.
"'Twas about sun-go-down she coined in
Never a word nor sound She looked black
seemunly and no colors nor flag. Twas they
Sure enough, twas they!
"a man had sid punt all covered wi ice
and hauled her up; and when he coined to clear
away the ice, there was man, seemunly, in the
forard part He called the neighbors and
sure enough, there 'e was, and another one
along wi un and both seemunly a-kneeun and
leanun over the for'ard th'art. They were the
two brothers. John and little George, frozen
stiff, and two arms locked together They died
pr'yun sir, most likely; so it seemed. They
/ was good lads, sir, and they knowed their God!
$50, then, they thought there WASH no
| more"
The fisherman here made longer pause, and
getting up from his seat said, "Ill be back af'
- a,,J H.
bree and his daughter, stood for little while
with his back toward them and his head bare.
The maiden bent her gentle face upon her
knee within her two hands. The moonlight
CLOSED her rich black hair, glanced from her
white cap and gave grace to her bended neck.
At the first motion of her father to turn about,
she rose to her feet and awaited him. Upon
him too-on his head, barred of its hair, above,
on his broad, manly front, and on his steady
cye-the moonlight fell beautifully. Mr.. De-
bree rose, also to wait for him.
Skipper George came back and took up his
broken story.
"Bumbye, sir, when they coined to the after
part of the boat there they found young man
lyun in the starn-sheets, wi no coat, and his
and his-his poor, lovun arm under his broth
er's neck and the tother had the jacket rolled
up for pillow under his head, and l suppose
he died there, sleepun upon the jacket, that his
brother rolled up for un."
The voice of the father was very tender and
touching; but he did not give way to tears.
$50, sir, that young man had done his part
and sculled 'em safe right along wi the tarrible
cruel gale, aw'y over twenty miles or more, to
a safe cove, and his hand-wrsts were all worn
awy wi workun at the oar but he never
thought of a cruel gate of ice right afore the
cove; and so we made no doubt when he found
that, in dark night, and found he couldn' get
l..g IL L.
hisself up to his God, and laid down, and put
his tired arm round his brother; and so there
they were, sir, in short after that, lit couldn' ha
been long,) there was four dead men in their
boat, awaitun, outside O. Broad Ceve, tull some
one 'ould come and take their poor bodies, and
strip awFy the ice from 'em and put 'em in the
ground, that comes more natral, in a manner,
| sir
"They didn'. find eer an oar, whatever be-
coined of 'em, but they found their poor guns,
, and the two orphans had their names cut, John
Barbury,' and George Barbury, and one of 'em
had Pet for Peterport, and couldn cut no
more, for cold and death.
t "There were three guns cut; and one had
James Barb that poor Maunsell must ha'
cut poor fellow afore the deadly cold killed un.
So the kind people that found the poor boys,
they thought James was a respectable young
man, and when they come to lay 'em out, in the
school house, lthey were proper KIND, sr,) they
put a ruifle shirt on him O. linen.
$780, sir, the Minister coined over and buried
the dead. -Four coffns were laid along the
| aisle, wi white sheet over every one, because
we hadn' pals James and Maunsell, of George,
and John and little George, of kikj and we
put two brothers in one grave, and two brothers
in another, side by side, and covered them
"There was two thousand at the funeral; and
t when the minister couldn' help cryun, so | think
Almost every one cryed, as eff twas their own
, and so we hard that people that lived on Ke-
leys Island, hard singn goun by in the dark,
2 like chantun we have in church. They said
t twas beautiful, comun up an dyun awy wi the
wind It's very like, sir, as Paul and Silas sang
in prison, so they sang in storm
, "Then Milly, poor thing, that never COED
, back to her fathers house, took cold at the
funeral, seemunly, and she died in James bed
three weeks after She was out of her mind,
: too, poor thing"
| After another silence, inwhich Skipper George
gazed upon the restless deep, he said,
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