Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1859-05-25

ni ihm ,hal ptobrcd "a mlahl hd
t beauty nd WtlcOmr Women uo
enough ~ ,lo lho rookm and house.
NJ but N iu mtiW onD on 'um nrin
Will, ] rnnt tOo ho acncc boz 10, though
.H"m may haio dinwonl tcts Tint
ac. Whoever cote o. chnncc iu loula
nr the ashes yondot hml, N piiiUhly
Tor thuir trouble
\ rtcalcr treasure than oll the plate ol
) wusidc ll6nac has slipped through mN
.D.cw lhis night Simon AuoWsmth,
in tho llcuds name, Is Ouc-cycd
Z, who BE- sich % terror To our lullcrs all
ng the Sonlcc, especially In the ncigl-
hood of this cusscd swamp"
IT'S more'n can sell, Cnp'n bul /
v that he fights like hurricane, and
lcycrsli'l. First You hear ur him nc
O." place, then at another long way OIL
goes from Pint 10 PINT like race
l''-o, and allcis leaves his mark ON the
men, He has n burnin' hatred for To
and woe TO them that he puts hi,
''o on for vengeance, for they don't live
"g ortcr Jim Pollard las got somc-
t.l' to do, ] reckon. I'm glad it wasn't
,"o that drew his namo from the hat on
G. night we crossed our sabrcs over the
blaze, and sworc--we seycn-to stand
each other 10 the last in all cases and
'.,ier all circumstances"
Poor luck we've had " snoerod Martin,
ough we had the advantage in p'nt of
nbers, There's seven on US matched
u seven we'll see how itll end"
\ dozen of us seemed to be no match
four tonight" returned Arrowsmth,
rosely, 81 wonder If any Of our seven
their quietps? Satan takes care of his
u, they say"
Wo'll know tonight, when we meet at
cypress tree. | got a broken skull
'"l noticed that two or three others had
ne ugly marks; but it's my opinion
lat the seven will all turn up at the prop
"r tlme Some of ourlriends went undely
ihe bodies OF n few were burned in the
ruse / s'pose, but it's the fate of war,
wul can't be helped. It's Jessie Burnside
tut worries me the mostw
imagine the feelings Of the young girl
!tcture to yourself her trepidation, her
'rmbling horror, at the proximity of vii
'''ls whose religion was Passion and Plum.
-, and whose depraved instincts hurried
Irm to the commission of enormities too
lclling to dwell upon. She was like
'a dove hiding from the hawk-the hare
,rlnking from the teeth oc the hound.
All hope OF the gal isn't lost yet" said
rowsmith, hopefully. "Herrick and
ngiord tollered 'em, you know ?'
How fur could they foller 'em through
Use internal meshes ofwood 2"
As fur as the frightened little bodies
I'D go. How do you think 'hcy could
1T their way through such difficulties
thesG2 Why, they'd leave some of their
inthes at every stop, and wouldn't have
rlg left on em by the time the'd gone a
zen rods. Think how the pretty dears
st have torn their soft fieshr'
ArrOwsmith laughed, as if the idea was a
very pleasant one.
They couldn't 20 great ways, that's
r'rtain," replied Martin, renectiycly
They may be'thin tea yards OF us - as
cIted Aarrowsmith with confidence
The effect of this remark was anything
It agreeable to Jessie, for the distance
AS much less than the ruilian hal nam,
81.
we might look about some, " added
rowsmith. They'd be apt to snuagle
der the fiust hidin' place they come 30 ;
I.ats the way of the critters. When
taey're frightened, they put their silly
ti' bNio ullAttl Nllt UIHl bllIrll lLtl llllAl.
You forgot that Tom Hutter, PAUL ITa-
..churst, the tall Yankee, and the Niger,
larted after 'em the minute we took to
sar heels They've found 'em, I'll war
amt, and that arch rebel, Hazlehurst, is
hisperin' fine things into Jessic's ears
" this time. The daysll be long and the
lights restless till I've covered him with
lHe D,uzzle of my rifle. Little shall |
-,eep till he ceases to STAN atween me.and
Jessie Burnside"
1T isn't hest to let out any secrets,
tap'n, for we don't know what ears may
lear US"
A twig broke beneath the slight weight
"r Jessies person. The circumstances adj
led fresh terror to her situation.
whats that ?" whispered Arrowsmith,
at was a noise :" said Vantassle, sud-
'enly, whose bad temper made him reck-
lrss.
Il know it was a noise, but it alters
takes somethin' to make noise, What
id Itell you? Your beauty may be con-
,oaled hereabout push ahead and see"
Jessie heard Vantassle parting the lau-
els and pressing slowly toward her
Ter heart beat violently; she believed
d he paused he could hear it. The crisis
Of her fate, it seemed to ncr, had arrived.
Should she spriug up and attempt to fly,
'r remain silent a moment longer?' She
chose the latter. Vantassle was with
IN three yards of her her.
To be continued in the New York
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