Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1862-05-03

in acquiring an education, in rambling
through the forest in search of the curious
or beautiful in nature, in, not making the
"wilderness bloom as the rose," but in
making the rose bloom in the wilderness,
in riding her spirited pony, sometimes ac-
companied by her father, and sometimes
alone and in wandering to the lake, to
enjoy herself, by gliding smoothly over
the silyory waters, in her fathers sail
boat.
Sometimes she would grow lonely, with
no company but that of her father and an
old servant, whom they brought with them
from Philadelphia, then she would mount
her feet little pony, and away she would
60 to gay village, some ten miles dis
tant, to visit some of her many friends
there, for this was the place where their
winters were spent At other times, fish
ling parties Of the young ladies and gentle.
men from the village, would come, to take
from Silver lake some of its many beau
tiful spotted trout and they would re-
main at "The Birds Nest" not unfre-
quently, for days together. Thus the
spring and summer passed off pleasantly,
and when the cold winds Of autumn began
to blow, they would remove to the village
above mentioned, where Sibyl attended a
select school, and where they remained
| till the warm weather again set in.
Two years had now passed round, and
they had just returned fr ON the village,
and arranged things in order at "The
Birds Nest" 1t was indeed fine morn
ing in the delightful month of May. No
wquder that Sibyls bright blue eye should
sparkle with delight, and that her clear
musical voice should shape itself into the
words, "What a beautiful morning?' as
she left her fathers cot, and started out
for morning walk. AS she passed the
clearing, and entered the forest, flowers
that we're blooming on all sides, filed the
air with their fragrance, and attracted hei
eyes by their beauty. The sun had al
ready climbed high in the heavens, and
was shining with more than his usual bril-
iianey. ahe large forest trees, clothed in
a luxurient foliage of livid green, now
cast upon the earth a most delig ghtful shade
Birds sang in the trees as they hoped
from branch to branch, their most harmo-
NOUS songs. a gentle breeze waved thro
the tree-tops, creating lew murmul
which Is Natures sweetest music. Sibyl
with her profound love of the beautiful in
nature, could net but be enchanted with
a morning, and with the scenes through
which she passed. Here, she would bount
to one side to pluck pretty 1ower there
ehe would stop under some delightful
shade tree, to enjoy the refreshing shade
to listen to the melody poured forth from
the tunctul threat Of some pretty songster
: Eerchod quite fearlesrly upon thin twig
which swung to and fro in tie gentl,
breeze.
Thus size wandered on some distance
till, having plucked a large bunch Of flow
ers, she sat nown en- soft carpet of gree,
moss, at the foot or an aged hemlock, tt
weave them into wreath. Engaged in this
pleasant task, the time passed away, til
she had completed the wreath, and it ad
ded new beauty to her Wevy auburn hair
when a cry like that of child in distress
} was waited to her ears Oh the wings of the
gentle breeze.
Can it be-" thought she, "that child
has wandered away from some distan
hunters hut, and is now lost in the forest p
While questioning in her mind, tht
sound was repeated; there could be NJ
mistake about it; those certainly were th(
cries of some lost child, and she mus
search for it, and when found, take care
of it, till its parents should discover it.
Whereabouts, or till her farther should
discover theirs. Full of these thoughts
she started, in great haste, in the direction
whence the sound came, but before she
had gone far she met her father.
MY daughter whittier away so fast !" he asked
"Why. my father, hear you not the cry
OF some lost child, now in distress,
Who, if succor comes not soon, must die.
Must die, here in the wilderness"
"Yes, father; but why do you MATES
SO much surprise at that! Could I, know
ing child to be lost in the forest, and
being certain that starvation stared it il
the face, and would be its certain doom
unless it were found; could turn heart.
lessly away and leave it to die death SC
dreadfull"
"Sibyl, you are hunters daughter
and did you know no better than this p
Follow me, and see whence those sound.