The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-10-22
KENOsHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1868.

which had fallen down through II, CRACKING
under my feet.
Gould escape through this? Was there
still chance for life? stopped under, anc
thrust up my head. The aperture was wide
and deep, and the large stones of the rude uIa.
sorry projected on every side. These were
steps by which it was easy enough to climb
To think Of all this, and to act upon my
thought occupied less time than have taken
to tell it. In spite of the helplessness Of my
| left arm, and the excruciating pain felt from
| it. [ was up through the chimney and out on
the roof before | heard the frail sash below
forced in To slide to the ground was easy
enough; and blessing God for my deliverance
[ crawled round to the other end Of the cabin,
and from this starting point hurried away
across the moor as fast as my feeble limbs
could bear me-
| Looking back, saw the glare of light
from the open door of the cabin, and heard
the shout of fierce angry voice. The snow
drift had almost ceased to fall, and the whit
ened ground gave out some faint light through
the winter darkness. What longed for now
was some pit or hollow to creep into, and bur
row there till immediate danger was over.
was not long in finding one. l slid down In
to it, and with my RICH hand gathered the
snow around me. Not ten minutes had lain
there when heard heavy footstep crunch
inc the snow above. 1t was my pursuer, the
intending assassin and could hear his NUT
tered curses as he passed on. In few mo-
ments more | heard him coming back again,
and all was silent and still as death. At length
| crept out from my hiding place, with cramp-
ed and aching limbs knew no more IL
what direction to turn now than had knowh
before | had entered that accused cabin; but
struck right ahead, knowing that there must
be a human habitation somewhere before me,
should only have strength enough to reach
it.
II was fearfully exhausted, and L dragged
my feeble limbs along as if they were weight
ed with lead. For time the consciousness
of danger, and the excitement Of the fearful
scene | had gone through, sustained me; but
by-and-by, strength and reason seemed to de-
sert me, and staggered along like one in the
delrium Of fever. How long this continued
cannot tell, for made no count Of time that
terrible night but remember how, at last,
in utter exhaustion, I fell PROSTATE on the
snow.
Gas lay there, unable to rise, and unable
to move a limb, long piercing shrek, the
in my ears. | looked up; that eye of fire was
right before me. How can tell you the hor-
ror of my situation pa life's agony compress
ed into the compass Of one awful minute !
The goods train, which always passes Long
ley about three o'clock in the morning, was
coming, and was lying helpless on the rails !!
With a cry Of agony | tried to raise; but
fell back in utter exhaustion. Even the ter
ror of approaching death did not give me en-
ergy enough to crawl from where | lay. But
my mind was active enough for the one
thought to stretch myself out with my head
towards the engine-my only chance OF safe
ty. Commencing my soul to God, lay pros
trate and closed my eyes.
''The next instant the shrek of the engine,
loud and terrific, blended with the rattle of
the carriages and the grinding sound OF the
wheels upon the snow that covered the rails
and then-and then looked up to heaven
with feeble laugh of speeches. gratitude
a1,d all danger was ever. The train had pass
ed along the other line OF rails, not over those
between which lay-the snow had prevent
ed me from Distinguishing the one from the
other; but had had strength enough to crawl
in the direction | had intended, the engine and
carriages would have evidently passed over
me- and left me there a mangled corpse. 1t
was my utter weakness which saved my life.
''The joy of my delivery from horrible
death was followed by a natural reaction. |
sank back in a swoon and, when conscious
ness came back to me again, | found myself,
weak and wasted, in my own bedroom and
in my own bed, where Ghey told me) | had
lain for eleven days in aragingfever 1t seems
that, in the morning, one Of the railway por-
tiers found me lying insensible in the snow;
and thus | was, third time within dozen
hours saved from death. But this bald pate
was the price paid
''But the bag of gold ?"
'"Was found suspended from my neck, and
with the letter found in my pocket, was deliv-
cred in the proper quarter"
'And the intending assassins p
Il know nothing of them. They did not
belong to that part of the country. They had
disappeared from the cabin on the moor seve-
raj days before l recovered from my fever, and
before suspicion could have fallen
upon them and they were never heard Of af
ter"
''The Carstons, l hope, were grateful ?"
edo you see where that light is burning
family, in that window across the line there
Frank Carstons sister is sleeping peacefully,
| should hope) in chat room. She is mother
Of three of the finest young Britons in this
big shire; and l am their father.---But
here comes the mail train, and it makes no
long stay here you had better look after your
luggage"