The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-02-12

The deep and steady fail Of rain
drowned his shouts. 1t was ce1 ainly
after seven when he reached the
hickory tree on Camel Mount. The
children had gone from the tree at
least an hour and half before, and
were then drenched TO the skin,
struggling through the forest three
quarters Of a mile TO the left.
The neighbors were not talrl , on
the search until after one O'Clock
A. NJ. By that time the little fellows,
exhausted, wet, chilled and hungry,
had probably fallen asleep at the
roots of some large tree, or under
the shelter of a rock. Day dawned,
Int the rain still fell in torrents. The
moor children awoke and struggled
onward. Their sufferiDgs may be
imagined. But one of them wore
shoes. The storm did not clear away
until nearly three.o clock on Sunday
afternoon. They had then been
tHenty-four hours without food, and
for twenty hours had suffered the
pittiless beating Of the rain. When
night was setting in they had reached
the toughest rocks of the mountain.
From where they stood they could
see the lights of sixteen dwellings.
They shouted for help. The air be.
ing rari6ed by the rain, their voices
we're born to the tars of Mrs. Cough,
only a mile distant. She testified
that on that night she distinctly heard
children crying on the mountain.
They first cried "Hl-ee-ee! A SEQ
ond time she heard their weak voices
shout Papa, papa!" and yet third
time Papa, papa, papaI AS her
husband was deaf, she SAID nothing,
giving as an excuse that she did not
know any children were missing.
The boys then prepared for their
final struggle. Precipices eighty feet
high we're near them, and the side Of
the mountain was covered with huge
powders. With bleeding feet and
shivering bodies they moved In the
direction Of the lights. The night
became very cold. Hemmed in by
the rocks, the children dropped In
despair, not hundred rods from the
mountain road. Little Johnny fell
asleep under the cover of rock.
His heroic brothers stripped them
selves of their soggy coats in vain
effort to keep him warm. Warren
elasped the tin pail to his breast, and
dropped asleep at his brothers feet
while Anthony, the Oldest brother,
climbed the rock, and watched the
lights as they faded one by one, until
benumbed with cold, be rolled from
the rock and died.
Such was the fate of the Wynockie
children. dying within a hundred
yards of the road, within mile of a
comfortable mansion, and within thir.
ty miles Of New York City. A month
elapsed before their bodies were dis
covered. Their parents have literally
spent their last penny in searching
for their lost children. George Wy
BILE, the brother of Joseph, on We'd
nesday night had hardly a mouthful
of bread In his house. He had spent
over a month in searching for his lit
tie nephews. Time in his case was
truly money. The people of Pater-
son and Wynockie have raised less
than a hundred dollars for these poor
people. That will hardly suffice for
the burial of their dead. "A Friend
Of the afflicted !" sends dollar to the
San Office for their benefit, and wishes
that he was able to make it a thous.
and. The dollar has been forwarded
to Mr.. Wyble. Shall this be the only
response from the richest city II
| America?