The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1865-02-15
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THE PERIL OF MARTHA WARREN.
A Story Of the AmOnOOsuck River.

"Good.byc, Martha Cod help you'll
shall be back in three days, at the farthest."
TIE Hardy White Mountain poneer.
Mark Warren, kissed his young wife, held
his two years-old boy to his breast for a
moment, and then shouldering the sack of
corn which was to be converted into meal
at the rude mill, forty miles away, trudged
off through the wilderness.
Martha Warren stood at the door OF tue
cottage, gazing out after the retreating
form of her husband An angle of the
dense shrubbery hid him from her view,
but still she did not return TO the solitary
kitchen. 1t looked so dark and lonesome
there, she shrank from entering or perhaps
the grand sublinity of the view spread
out before her held her attention and
thrilled her soul with that nameless unex-
planned something that we all see when
standing thus face 10 face with the works
OF His fingers. Z. ittf'A |f
The fine t and most satisfactory view OF
the White Mountains is that which pre-
sunts itself from what is now the fowl Of
Bethlehem, ON the road to Littlcton and
Franconia. Mount Washington, the king
among princes, is there seen in itsproper
pace-the centre of the "rock.ribbed'
range--towering bald, blue, and unap,
proachable. - n
i Far up in wild clearing, close by the
! turbid waters close by the Amono0suck
was the cottage Situated place wilt
| and aerie enough for the nest of an eagle
but dear to the heart of Martha Warren as
the home where she had spent the happy
DAYS of her young wifeaood. When sh,
7 had turned from many patrician suitor
in the fair old town Of Portsmouth, TO join
her fortunes with those OF the young set
tier, it was with the full ami perfect un
Outstanding Of the trials that lay befor,
her. She would walk in TO paths of roses
for years TO come; much OF life must bG
spent in the eternal soltudcs, where 81
lemcc was broken only by tho wild win |.
of the forest, the shrek Of tho river ovcl
the sharp rocks, or the dismal howl of tht
red.mouthed wolf afar in the wilderness.
The necessary absence of her husband
she drea1est most. 1t was SO very gloomy
to close up her doors at night and sit dowl
by her lonely f:eside, with the conscious
ness that there was no human being near
err to her than the settlement ofLords IIll
ten miles away through the pathless wools
There was little to fear from lndiaus, al
though few of the scattered tribes yeI
fOdhlcu OFeI" ttiSbo PiHnSNa "AH-he
grounds. They were mostly disposed t
be friendly, and Mrs. Warrens kind hear
naturally prompted her 10 many acts o
friendship towards them, aud an Indian
never iorgets benefit
The purple mist cleared away from tn
SCARED forehead OF tho dominant ole
monptaini the. yellow sun pceped over th'
rocky wall, and Martha turned away to th'
performance OF her simple domestic duties
The day was a long one, but II wore tcwar.
evening, aud the gloaming comes mucl
sooner in these solituies than in any Othe
places. TIE sunlight faded out OF the uil
/ glazed windows, though il would illumin
the distant mountains for some time yet
and Martha went out in the scaniy ga!del
to inilale the odor Of the sweet pinks OF
the one meagro root she had brought from