Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1868-08-25
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"Good bye,p Martha. -iaGod helpUyou.
shall beslback in three days i& the
yfarthestioltH tHT ol izen ,Eswbaozd isaI OF
The hardy White Mountain pioneer,
Mark Warren. kissed his young wife,
held his two years old boy to his breast
for 4 moment, and them shoulderfng the
sack Of corn which was to be corhy yerted
into Meal at The rude mill, forty miles
away, trudged of throag gh the wilder
ness. 'hi4o--osas
an Martha w Warren stood at the adoer of
8 the log cottage, gazing out after the re-
treating form of her husband. An angle
! of the dense shrub bbery hid him from her
I, view, but, still she did not, return to the
solitary kitchen. It, looked SO dark and
lonesome there she shrank from, enter
ing. or perhaps the grand sublimitys of
the view spread out before her held her
attention and thrilled her soul with that
-snameless, unexplainedi something that
we, all see when standing thus face to
sface1with the works of His fingers. y1si
10 The finest and most satisfactory view
5 of the White Mountains is that which
: presents itself from what's now thetowh
; of Bethlehem, on the road to Littleton
3 and Franconia. Mount Washington, the
liking among princes, is there seen in its
$ proper place---the fcenteroof the sroek-
ribbed range---towering. bald, blue and
; unapproachable. gilI ,yS1sns bns Togiy
sbnfFar upinJa wild clearing, close by
the 5turbid waters of the iAmmonoosuc,
was theicottage lsituated--a place wild
and arie enough for the nest ofan eagle,
but dear to the heart of Martha War
rem as the home where she had spent the
!; happy days aof her young wifehood.-
Whens she had turned from many patri
clan suitor, in the fair old town of Ports
month, to join her fortunes with those of
the young settler, it was with the full
oand perfect understanding of the trials
that lay before her. She would walki in
path of roses for years to come; much
dof lite must esspent in. the eternal soli-
o tudes, where silence was broken only by
the wild winds of the forest, the shrek
aoffthe river over the sharprocks, or the
dismal how'll of the he8red-mouthed owolf
S afarih wilderness. g9jsa1g saIoW 81
The necessary absence of her hus-
band she dreaded most. 1t was SO very
gloomy to, close up her doors at night
and sit down by her lonely freside, with
the consciousness that there was no hu-
man. being nearer than the settlement Of
,ol1o Lords Hill, ten miles away through the
pathless woods. - - tont
There was but little, to fear from ffro,m In.
dians, although, "a few Of the scattered
tribes yet roamed over these primeyal
bunting grounds. They were mostly
disposed to be friendly, and Mrs. War
ren's Kind heart naturally prompted hel
to many acts Of friendship towards
them. and an Indian never forgets a
benefit. eouioa s.saAqt'i'ki r - e'slh
r aThe purple mist Cleared away from
the SCARED forehead Of tile dominant old
mountain; the yellow sun, peeeped oovvel
the rock wall, and Martha turned away
to the performance Of her domestic .du
ties. The day was long one, but il
wore toward evening, and the gloaming
comes much sooner IN, these solitudes
than Id any other places SThesdnlight
faded out of the ungtazed windows,
though it would illumine the distant
mountain for sometime YET; and Mairths
went out in the scanty garden to iiiihsals
the Iodor Of the sweet pinks on the
meag,e root she had brought from hel
The spicy perfume carried her back
in memory to those days away ID. til,
past, spent with kind friends, and cheeree
by bright young hopes. But though, ths
thought of home and kindred made hel
sad not for a moment did she regret The
fate she had chosen. Absorbed 10 though
she had not observed the absence d
Charlie, her little boy; now she saw
with vague uneasiness that he had lef
the bed Of peppermint where he had beer
playing, and was not to be seen. Sh.
called his name, but only echo and the
roar of the swollen river replied. Shs
flew back to the house, the faint hope re-
manning that he might have returned
thither for his pet kitten; but no, til.
[ kitten was mewing at the window, bu
mo signs of Charlie. .sodi1s 10 a, sS3.sa e 7e5
q With frantic haste she searched ths
clearing, but without success. .siJH Her mex
thought was the river y Black as night
save where it flecked with spots of whit,
foam-it flowed on but few rods be
fore her. She hurried down the brink
calling out " Charlie Charlie !"eF9A
The child's small voice at some little
distance replied. She followed the
sound, and to her sorrow saw her boy
his golden hair and rosy cheeks
clearly defined against the purple twi
light sky-standing on the very edge O.
the huge, detached rock, some ten feet
from the shore, out in the sweeping cur
rent of the river! 2-e- et
This rock called by the settlers. 'sThe
Pulpit was good situation for casting
fishing lines, and Mark Warren had
bridgrd the narrow chasm between il
and the shore with a couple of hewn
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Allured by some clusters Of flaming
fre-weed growing on the side of the Pul
pit, Charlie had crossed over, and now
stood there regardless of danger, laugh
ingly holding out the floral treasures tc
his mother. Martha flew over the, fai
bridge, and the next instant held the
child in her arms. Joyful because she