The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1874-07-11

he set out. In the first seventeen days he
did not go one hundred miles, so terrible
were the ways he was obliged to take
among mountains, thick woods, rocks,
and precipices; generally no better path
than sheep-track, and sometimes not
that. Whenever Bower met any one,
which was but seldom, he pretended he
had lost his way, and inquired for the
high road, to avoid suspicion. For he we'll
knew that as soon as they missed the
papers he had carried away with him, or
had any other reason to suspect his flight,
direction where it might be expected to
gain tidings of him. Every possible meth
cd would be used to effect his capture.
AS appeared in the sequel, the expresses
were actually hundred miles in advance
of him in a very short time. During these
seventeen days he supported himself with
a little goats milk, got from shepherd,
| besides some coarse victuals he was able
| to purchase from the people he met on the
road, principally wood cutters. His horse
was fed with what grass could be found
his sleeping place being always chosen
where there was the most shelter for him
self, and liberal supply of grass for the
poor beast AT the expiration of this
time, having tasted hardly anything for
the last three days of it, he was compelled
to strike into the high-road, and enter the
first house he came to, which happened to
be a post-house, with only one small room,
where gentlemen stayed till their horses
were changed. He begged the landlady to
give him some victuals; but looking about,
he saw paper posted up over the door,
which contained the most minute descrip-
ton of his own person, and offered re-
ward of eight hundred crowns to any one
bringing him alive to the inquisition, or
of six hundred crowns for his head. This
was terrifying enough, as there were two
| countrymen in the house. He tried to
hide his free by rubbing it with his hand
kerchef and blowing his nose; and when
he got into the room, by looking out of
the window. But one of these fellows
presently observing, "This gentleman does
not care to be known" Bower thought
| there was nothing for it but to brave it out;
so, turning to the speaker, he put his
handkerchief in his pocket, and said bold
ly:-" You rascal what do you mean?
What have l done that | need fear to be
known? Look at me, you villam.' The
man made no reply, but got up, nodded
his head, and winking significantly to his
companion, they went out together. Bow
er watched them from the window, but
corner INSTRUCTED his view for few min
utes. In a short time he espied them with
two or three others in close conference.
This foreboded no good. Not a moment
was to be lost. He drew out his pistols,
put one in his sleeve, and with the other
cooked in his hand marched to the stable,
mounted his horse, and rode off without
saying word.
Fortunately, the men wanted either pres
ence of mind or courage to attack him, for
they certainly recognized him by the de-
scription given in the advertisement. He
was now again obliged to seek refuge in
the woods, where he must soon have been
famished, had not fortune once more stood
his friend. At night, when he was almost
fainting, he met with some wood-cutters,
who supplied him with excellent provisions.
He wandered for some time through the
paths in which he rendered his horse more
assistance that he received, being obliged
to clear the roads and lead him.
AS night advanced, he laid himself down
in a dsconsolate condition, having no idea
where he was or which way he should turn.
When the day began to break, he found he
was on small eminence, where he diScov-
cred a town at a distance, which seemed of
considerable extent, from the number of
steeples and spires which could be counted.
Though this was some satisfaction to him,
yet it was not unaccompanied with fear, as
he knew not what place it was, and he
might incur much ris!, by going into the
high-road to inquire. However, he adj
vanced as fast as he could, and asking the
first person he met, was informed that it
was Lucerne, the residence of the Pope's
nuncio, to and from whom all the expresses
concerning the fugitive must have been
despatched. This road, therefore, not suit
ing his views he left it the moment his
informer was out of sight, and once more
betook himself into the woods, where he
wandered for some time longer, oppressed
by hunger and perplexed with uncertainty
whittier he should go.
One dismal, dark and wet night, he could
neither find shelter nor ascertain where he
was, nor what course he should pursue;
but after some time perceiving a light
long distance off, he attempted to proceed
towards it. With some difficulty he dis
covered a track, but so narrow and uneven,
that he was forced to put one foot before
the other in the most cautious manner.
With much labor he reached the place from
which he had seen the light: it was mis-
| cradle cottage. He knocked and called
until some one looked out, and demanded
who he was, and what brought him there.
Bower replied that he was stranger and
had lost his way.
Why"' cried the man; "there is no
way to lose -
"Why, where am ."
"In the Canton of Bern
| "In the Canton of Bern Thank God ~
exclaimed Bower, enraptured.
Glow came you here ." said the man.
Bower begged that he would come down
and open the door, and he would then
satisfy him. He did SO. Bower then asked
him if he had heard anything of person
who had lately escaped from the Inquisi-
ton. "Aye, heard of him, we have all
heard of him after sending so many ex-
| presses, and so much noise about him ,
Heaven grant that he may be safe, and keep
out of their hands - Bower said that he
was the very person. The peasant, in a
transport of joy, clasped him in his arms,
kissed him, and ran to call his wife, who
came with every expression of delight in
her face; and making one of her best cour-
tesies, kissed his hand Her husband