Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1865-02-01

soft showers that fell upon her was well
coined. First she ate the buds of trees
and the bark of the black birch. present
ly she began to find young checkerberry
leaves and now and then she came upon
a partridges's nest and greedily sucked
the eggs. After time there we're red
raspberries and black thimbleberries in
the woods, and then she knew it was Ju-
ly. The trees had now put on afresh
their beautiful garments. But for the
delicious poetry that one finds in the
woods, sauntering out from busy life for
an hour, she cared nothing. She cav
nothing but trees, trees, trees, in inter-
minable succession, in bewldering same
ness 1t seemed years. yes ages ago, that
she swept the hearth with birch broom,
and sung the baby to sleep in Robertss
cabin. Her mind grew bewildered, still
she went on. on. on. When she came to
a large stream she went up towards it's
source till she could wade across it. So
she said, and she affirmed that she never
crossed any stream wider than a brook.
She ptid no attention to sun nor moon as
guide or indication of the points of the
compass. bat she must have taken north
westerly and then northeasterly course
There was Black, Mill, Waterquechy,
White, Waits, and Wells rivers flowing
into the Connecticut from the Vt. side !;
but she constantly asserted that she saw
none of them Through July and Aug.
there were berries of various kinds, and
by means of these sustained what little
life was left in her And now the naples
began to take on the gorgeous crimson
aud the silver birches to wear the pale
gold Of Sept. and the birds were leaving
the forest. Still she went on. Occasion.
ally she had glimpses of brindled ful
among the branches, or bear turned out
of her path, afraid of the human form
but no human being did she ever meet
and long before human voices had ceased
to call her name
Was she all alone on the earth, and was
the earth but one vast wilderness withou,
outlet, without clearing or settlement? lad
God taken away all life but that of brute.
and forgotten her?
Trampiug with feet bleeding and crack
ed at fist but afterwards caloused ua.
ked or nearly so, knowing nothing O.
time or place, she was fast becoming idi
otto. When she was hungry she sought
food, but the great idea fingered in he,
mind was that of pressing on. Since tn,
luxuriance of summer had filled the for
est with ferns aud underbrush, there was
more difficulty in passing through Blu
she had become accustomed to the rough
work and the frenzy became at last steady
constant habit the labor of life to her.
One day in Oct the inhabitants of the
village of Charlestosn, N. H., were start
ed into great excitement, by seeing a Da
ked, emaciated woman, with her hal,
streaming upon her soldiers. walk with 1
bewildered gaze along their street. Sh'
told them she was Robert Harris wife
and she was lost.
Robert Harris wife, who disappeared
from the other side of the river in April =
exclaimed the villagers, "How has sh'
crossed the Connecticut ? Where has sh
been all this time ?"
But she told them that she had never
crossed the Connecticut. And she haC
been lost in the woods all the time. Their,
was no lack of hospitality the wandere
was Immediately clad and fed and carec
for to the utmost
Volunteers went at once and brough
her husband, for the story of his bereave
ment was well known on the Charlestowr
side of the river. We can only imagin,
the meeting, and what tears were shed a
the thought of that little forsaken grav,
by the uprooted tree.
But it is said that joy-bells were runl
in the villuge, and the poor woman, liv
ing skeleton, was nurscd and petted-eve
ry ,ody vieing with her neigh bor to lavish
every good thing upon her--until he
weakened mind recovered its tone again
AS she constantly asserted she had
never crossed river, it is supposed sh,
wandered into Canada. aud going around
the Conneotlcute at its source, or crossing