The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1865-08-04

beyond, indeed, hut the sclroouera and
the deck of the wharf olt inSandus.
Ky, To understand what follows you
must remember the utter ignorance
dominant in such fishing stations as
Coldwatero The poor inhabitants
who stared at Ellen as she went down
to the beach for water, were Irish
and Dutch emigrants, forwarded
there like cattle, who had settled
down, sold their fish to the trading
vessels, and never had locked outside
Of that to know they were not natur-
allied. Ellen was little better: | do
notsuppose she ever had read news
paper in her life; yet, curiously
enough, her language was tolerably
correct, her manner quiet aud thor
ough bred,--even the infections of
her voice were low, and ns composed
rs if she had learned self poisc in the
hurly burly of society. That belong
ed TO her character, however, rs much
as to the solitude in which she had
been brought up.
The mother sank rapidly this Win
ter; but the. two children, accustomed
to her illness, were blind TO the
change.
When the States one by one seeded
during that Winter and Spring, and
the country was rife with war and
the terror Oft, the Coldwater people
tishcd on DULY as ever. Joe brought
home stories OF "Rghting beyond
there and Of men he had met on
the Sanduslly wharf who had gone,
and then Whitfield and whistled rs
usual; the tale sounding to the two
women fearful and far Off as ifit had
heard Of the Yirginians, ~ said Ellen
simply, when she told the story
l"Thcre was Mr.. Barker, Methodist
preacher, told us once of the ''man-
hunters" as he called them, and how
they chained their slaves and burned
them alive, and hunted men with
dogs But 1 took him up wrong 1
thought they all were black" Ellen S
idea of them was'a as vague Us ours
is of the cannibals, and not very dil-
lterent, L suspect.
So far or did this country Of the
man-hunters seem, where "there was
lighting" that, when Joe wandered
about uneasily in one OF his weekly
Visits, and told again and again, with
lfurtivc glances at his mother, how
half the deck hands on the schooner
had gone into a regiment forming in
ISandusly, and how it was a good
chance 70 see the world, Elton sewed
on, scarcely looking up
That Joe could have any interest in
this dim horror Of war never cross.
ed her poor brain. ..l. la..
The next day after the schooner
sailed her mother grew suddenly
. worse, and began 10. sink, going fas.
ter every day for week. 1t was the
first time Ellen had been left alone tc
face danger. 'Ii Joe was here the
, two poor creature cried, through al
their pain and fright Ii Joe wer,
/ there, Ellen thought ali would be wei
+ again. But Thursday, his usual day
) for coming, passed without him
t That night the mother died. TwC
r women of the village, hearing th'
( story from the doctor, came to th
Q house in time to make the body read,
8 for BURIAL the NATURAL as the,
!, called Ellen, sitting quietly by th
5 bed, her face hid, not answering whel
r they spoke.
: There was q letter brought to he
y that night from Joe, few lines only
e written to his mother, saying that h
e had enlisted and would not com
a back to say good. bye; he was goin
d to do better than he ever had don
: before. 81 do not remember abou
II that time" Ellen sail afterwarC
n when questioned. "My tronbles cam
back when Joe left me" it brougl
C the wild, wandering look into he
g eyes, even to refer to it in this way
e ! do not know if L spoke of the cur
O. Gus affection between this brothc
# and sister Father and brothers an
d sister had watched and cared for TIL
o. girl, because of the great troubl
v which God had sent to her; and no
S all the love and gratitude she ha
|. given TO them ALL, when living, VIZ
Il centred on this boy Joe. Joe al
/ sorbed all the world which her wea
t, mind knew,-just at the age to-
{. when women's hearts open and a
filing with thoughts Of love and ma
;s riage. No matter how long Ell,
, " had lived. my brother, as she gray
4 ly, respectfully called him, won,
" have been all, l think, she wou
i ever have loved, and he would hay
No satisfied all her cravings s..a.g
+. I Her mother was buried before 81
en- became conscious, again; then h
n. reason came back to her; and witt
V the woman who had stayed in b
re house returned, after n few houl
er gossiping, she found Ellen, her o
or quiet self, going gently about d
it: house, packing her clothes in ca
at pet bag, and putting with great ca
b. in little hand basket, such as ladi
~ carry knitting in, her Tcstamcr
10 their two OF three silver spoons, Joe
box OF Sunday collars, and what Il
,o tie money was left.
he "Where are you golng?" asked I
err woman, in some trepidation.
rl 80 joe" Ellen said quietly, II
Lol conscious that there was anVtbi