The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1863-09-11
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And kneeling BY the bed, with the can
lie in her hand the younger daughter
read, with trembling voice and simple, un-
learned emphasis !: "Let not your heart
be troubled We believe in God believe
also in Me. In my Fathers house are
many mansions; if i. were no, so, l would
have told you. | 60 to prepare place
for YOU"
A low, faint cry from the busom Of the
suffering woman, and the girls voice was
drowned in the stormy, conyulsive sots
that shook the next instant through the
strong frame OF Mrs. Riley, as if they
would rend it asunder.
The deep waters were leosed, and hoard
ed tears of half lifetime now seemed to
flow forth in one gush of irresistible sor-
row. By and by the parox.sm passed,
and she rose from her bed breathing long,
deep breaths, as if sweet sense of relief
had come over her; and, lying down on
her pillow, said softly
"Gool Lord, Thy will be done Put
the book by Susan, and 60 to bed
And the still hours Of that moonlight
night rolled on to the day, and the uncon-
scious children, unawakened, dreamed
their happy dreams, and the Oldest daugh
ter--sad, astonished, but wearv--went to
sleep again before the cock crow but Of
all within that poor log hut after midnight
passed the mothers sleep was ths sweet
est.
Hardly had the toiling woman gathered
her fall crop. Few hands made heavy
work, audit was slow and weary business
indeed to 60 over the two acres, hull by
hill, till all was done. The bulk Of the
harvest, however, was gathered in Gas good
Weld as could be expected) when Johns
letter came. And the very next day, leav
ing as good directions as she could to Su
IAN, and charging the younger children
to mind Ter, with promise not to be gone
very long, Mrs. Riley was on her way to
Green Ridge, to find her wounded drum
mer-boy.
The feelings of the wife, that had so
feroely struggled, well nigh to breaking
her heart, for her recon: loss, were now
subdued and Tranquil, as conscious that
the old relationship mad passed away with
th. husbands eobing blood-lngered on
ly in the silence of the grave and all the
mother awoke within her as she turned to
the living. She was somewhat nearer to
her destination when the cars left her at
Shannon Dale terminus, a village with
seven houses. How to get conveyance for
the rest Of the way was the next question.
Not even cart or oxen could she find.
At length a Unlocking negro came along.
to whom she applied for information
''Can you tell me where I'll find a
team %
Eyes NJ"
where, then =
else cot one"
"Nell, what is i: "a horse, a donkey,
or pair of steers! And what's the wag-
on f! Tell me al about it,"
"Mue and cart, .nissus.'
4" What will ye ask to Green Ridge 2"
Fifty dolIars'''
'Stav at home with yer old mule, We
wicked, swindlin' nigger-to take advan-
tage Of a poor lone woman Ask ten hun
dred, why didn't We, when We was about it?
But We nlav make yer money out of some
BODY else. Iii 90 afoot.
And off she started, leaving the eyhorbi
tant African materially sobered of his grin
and staring at her with An expression of
semiferceness, as ifhe half meditated doing
something siokeder still
Mrs. Riley saw no cause to repent Of
her resolution. She had gone over but
eight or ten Of the weary stretch of miles
when an army teamster overlook her and
gave her a seat among his powder kegs
The ride, however, was rather change of
exercise than rest to her, for the road
was ffightfully bad. From the teamster
she learned that the Fortv-ninth Pennsvl-
vania was not within twenty or thirty miles
Of the spot it was when her son dated his
letter, but lad moved to or near place
called Sulivan's Pass taking their wound
ed with them The communicative driver
furthermore informed her that he was to
stop eight miles short Of this latter place.
He declared, after he had heard Mrs. Ri
lev's story, that if he were not in the en-
plovment ofthe Government, he would see
her clear for the Pass himself, free of
charge.
The next foot journey Of the resoute
widow was exhausted in the extreme
rocks, guIiea, marshes, and above all, the
omnpresent tang!e of laurel brushwood
lay across her path. and DISTRACTED her
feet at every step. Supporting herself
with the thought that her boy had passed
over that way, she persevered and strug-
gleG through-to find, alas on arriving,
worn out with fatigue, at the place she
sought, only ashes and the scattered debris
of departed army The regiment had
been gone two days.
But the persistent woman was not to be
discouraged. Resting herself awhile, she
set about for a team, and after some trou-
be she procured a man, at large price, to
take her in his cart to the regiment where
her boy belonged. As they came within
the lines they were hailed aud fired on by
picket, but escaped harm, and in due
tire flags aid white tents of the Forty.
ninth appeared around the spur OF noun
tain.
Stepping by the sentinel at the camp
line, she inquired for Patrick Riley, the
drummer boy, and was told that he was