The weekly Butte record., 1863-06-06

/ ing them"
/ The HoRRoRs OF WAR-An hour later and
cart was deserted slowly approaching from
the edge of the woods, and was received by
General at a slight distance from the sally port
of the breastworks. The sight on the arrival
of this rude vehicle, drawn by miserable horse.
/ was one OF the most melancholy evidences Of
/ the horrors of war. In it, without conceal
ment lay the dead body of a middle aged
/ female, of slight stature-the remains spotted
with blood and ghasiy in appearance, while at
! the rear of the cart rode boy some twelve
1 years of age, who endeavored to prevent the
body from receiving the shocks caused by the
| wheels passing over the ruttcd ground. There
is a chain of curious coincidences, almost ro-
mantle in their strange concentration. cannect-
/ ed with this case. Briefly, as follows: The
woman had been the wife of a farmer named
/ Smith, residing at the woods, who is looked
upon as seceSh, but in consequence of the kind
ness of himself and wife TO our pickets had not
/ been driven off. On the morning of the 18th
| instant they had been warned by our officers
1 to come into our lines. as their house was ex-
| posed to our shell, bnt Mrs. Smith had refused
/ to do So She was the mother of five or six
children, all but one of whom, during the day,
left the house for the woods At noon. a shell
! from our batteries struck the house, when her
husband insisted upon their coming in, and it
was while attempting to escape from the house,
by creeping along the fence, that she was seen
/ by rebel sharpshooter and shot. When
after placing the body in the cart and driven
/ to our lines, the husband reached the Provost
Marshal's office, the first person be encountered
was the brother Of the murdered woman,
prisoner and on his way 10 Fort Monroe, in
company with a number of residents of the
town, whose loyalty was doubted The broth
er's feelings may be imagined but while still
/ there, the aged mother of both arrived to claim
/ protection. Her house had Just been burned
/ by the rebels, the murdered corpse of her
/ daughter lay before her, her son, prisoner in
irons. was awaiting removal. her grandchildren
/ were scattered IN the forest, exposed to the
merciless fire Of both sides, aud she a fugitive
claiming protection for herself. Can a more
terrible combination Of woes be imagined at
one time and who can wonder that the IN
! fortunate woman sank insensibe in her grief?
The most vivid flights of Imagination could
scarcely picture a greater scene of suffering.
Aud this truth stranger than fiction, is but one
more oShe sad episodes of civil war.
Suffolk (Va.) Cor. of New Haven Reg.
THE MoSTAUK INDIANs.-The New FORK
Journal of Commerce, noticing the establish
ment of Long Island Historical Society calls
/ the attention Of the new society to the traces
Of the aboriginal race, and records very SIN
gular fact, as follows:
The memorials of the Moutauk tribe are
not few. Their graves are numerous on the
point, and here and there traces of their lives
remain, lives that are sadly burlesqued by tie
poor, miserable, bali. bred remnants of the once
proud race of Wyandank. Only few years
ago, in the forest between Sag Harbor and
Easthampton. was very curious aud remark
able memorial of one of the chiefs of the Mon
tauk tribe. He died on Shelter Island, and
when the funeral procession carried him to
I Montauk for burial, they rested his feet on the
/ ground but once, in the pine forest. When
they raised him they scooped ont the earth on
which his feet had been placed and carried it
to the grave to be buried with him The hole
thus scooped ont was small. and not likely TO
be noticed yet for centuries no Montauk In
dian passed that spot without cleaning ont the
leaves if any, that were 10 It, aud so for 200
years it was known to white men as The Sa-
chem's Hole 1t was mere hollow 10 the
ground, some six or eight inches deep, and
foot or eighteen inches in diameter, which the
pietv of the Montauk tribe kept sacred for so
many years. We regret to say that within
/ ten years the forest has been cleared, and the
Montauks have lost the last remains of their
piety, so that The Sachems Hole has disap
peared. Some windy day effaced in few
hours the memorial Of centuries of devotion
The whole of Montauk Is made interesting by
Indian traditions. There. Is no part of our
country more worthy the attention of antigua
rians desirous of preserving for future genera
tions that most mournful of histories, the his
tory of an extinct race or nation
We have seen a couple Of sisters who had
to be told everything together, for they were
so much alike they couldn't be told apart.
WHEN is flock of sheep like our Climate I?