East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1860-06-21

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deavored to impede the further progress
of the officers. The effort was useless ;
in moment they had dragged him from
the window, and led him away prisoner,
breathless with impotent rage at the sud
denness Of the capture.
Poor Mrs. Brown rushed to the door
and then stood wringing her hands in all
the hel lplesshess of despair as she saw
the men march Harry of. But the party
had not advanced many yards, when
with an effort of desperate strength,
Harry wrested his arm from one of his
captors, and snatching his cutass from
the others grasp, struck him fearful
blow across the head. The man fell
bleeding at his feet, as Harry, waving
his weapon, shouted 10 Gilbert to come
on.
"Young man, will you surrender and
come with me?" said Gilbert, pointing
pistol to Harry's breast.
The only answer vouohsafed by the
gallant young smuggler was a rapid
thrust at the officer, who as quickly par
ried it with his cutlass, and saying, "your
blood be on your own headv fred
Harry Brown bounded up in the air and
fell on his face at Gilbert's feet-deadl
The neighbors hearing the report,
rushed out with lights to the scene, and
there founl Gilbert with pistol in one
hand and sword in the other Even
his iron heart relented, and his eyes
grew dim as the childless mother flung
herself upon the body and poured forth
her lament over him in all the wild elo-
quence of sorrow. And Harry Brown
was borne to the church yard and buried
under the gray wall looking seaward; and
every day for three wretched months did
his heart broken mother come to sit upon
her child's grave to mourn. Her mind,
which was never strong, gave way at
last, and in six months from her sons
death reason fed forever. She went to
reside with relative of her husbands as
hopeless idiot.
One morning they missed her from her
accustomed seat on the cliff. They fear
ed at first she had fallen over into, the
sea, till some villager said that he had
seen her enter the churchyard; there, by
her sons grave, with her arms peacefully
folded over her breast, lay poor Mrs.
Brown, as though asleep-lying there
dead in the bright sunshine by her boys
grave.
And Brown, in his convict home, thous-
ands Of miles away, heard of these things
by letters from friends in England.
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Five years have passed since tho ev-
ents 1 have just narrated, when Brown,
who by his good conduct had obtained a
ticket of leave, and had amassed by hon
est industry good sum of money in the
country whittier, In pursuance of his SEN
tencc, he had beeh sent, escaped to Eng
land. Time and sorrow had altered the
once dashing smuggler to care worn
man, with grizzled locks, and face SO
sadly changed that he had small cause to
fear recognition in his native place, where
many of his old friends were dead and
gone. He felt he might safely pay visit
to the scene where he had spent his fiery
boyhood where he had wooed ahd won
his poor Kate.
One wild November night the escaped
convict sat:on the oaken settee by the fire
side in tavern, where he and his rollicl-
ing companions of slang syne" had spent
many jovial hour, and was silently
smoking and listening to the converse
tion of few sailors who were spending
the evening there.
During the remarks, one of them, who
was an old smuggler, narrated the quarrel
between Gilbert and Brown, in days long
gone by and the result of it. AT last
one of the sailors, turning to the stranger,
said:
"Well, my hearty, you seem to take
an interest in our talk-did you know
aught of poor Jack?"
q did - replied the stranger, lacon-
ically: "but let me ask in turn, what has
become of Gilbert"
'"He is at town some ten miles from
here" was the reply, when the stranger
rose, called for his reckoning nnd "glasses
round ;" and babe them good night
This was tho last time John Brown saw
his native place.
The next night, at an inn IN the town
where Gilbert was now stationed, Pre-
ventive man and tall muscular stranger,
in sea-faring dress, were in close con-
versation over their grog They talked
Of local matters in general, and SNUG
Cling in particular.
"Ohln said the Preventive man, "therc's
not much chance our making much by
seizures nowhere are so few to make
since Mr.. Gilbert came here. A mighty
clever fellow he is, too, / can tell you.--
Did you ever hear the story OF his taking
Jack Brown the most noted smugler along
the coast, some five and twenty years ago.
The stranger replied, that he had not
listening patiently to the mans yarn,
in which the real facts were vividly mag
nifed by his Imagination to such an ex-
tent that the stranger could hardly re-
press a smile at times. go ~-'
"He must be getting n'rlicrly m3n
now, this Mr.. Gibert / was at school
with him." added the stranger. II should
like to SEQ him again.e- e'-..' - ..s..l
"That you can easily do,a Was-the re-
ply, che is the keenest officer che king
has hereabout, and any one can see him
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