Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-10-22
'Think of it, Hammer.

q away five-sixths of their lives hidde
s away behind the hills of Vermont an
i were going to western Michigan on
visit to their son. After little skiru
If lshing round, the old gentleman pitcf
0 ed into me about the crops .sile,' an
when 1 found how innocent he was,
gave him all the information I could
: All at once, as he rode along, the wifi
s caught his arm and exclaimed:
, Look out, Samuel, or you'll be fol
getting that place where they ftp
The old man explained. He sal,
that young man came down from
f Canada with them, told him to look ou
for the battle field of Braddock's defea
as soon as he left Detroit.
L was going to reply that the youn,
man wss an Internal liar, but the OLE
lady seemed to have set her heart OF
seeing the spot, and the old man was 81
anxious, that 1 couldn't bear to disap
point them. When we got down int
the woods 1 pointed out the battle
field,' and they put their heads out q
the windows, and took in the scene.
Think of it, Hammer exclaimed the
old man, as he drew in his head think
OF them Injuns creeping through them
woods and shooting Mr.. Braddock
down deadp
My soul,' replied the old lady, seem.
ingly overcome at the idea, and She
Kept her eyes on the woods until ]
thought she would twist her neck off.
We got along all right for about five
miles more, and the old man wanted to
know if we weren't down pretty near
the spot where Tecumset fell.
Wheres yelled, and he said that the
same young man had informed him
that the railroad run close to the iden-
tical spot where the great Indian war
rior fell and slept.
It'll be a powerful favor to me and
Samuel, if ye'll pint out the spot urged
the old lady, placing her hand on my
arm. s.. 5..=.--..... ...5
How cold so back on what that
brazen young man had said? The old
folks had made up tLeir minds to see
the spot, and if 1 didn't show it to them
they might worry for weeks, and they
might think the young man had lied,
or that l wasn't posted in the historic
spots of my own State. Lor' forgive
me, but mile further on pointed out
a hill and said:
Behold the last resting place of the
great Tecumseh."
exclaimed the old man; right there is
where they got himp
Mercy! but it don't seem possible =
she circulated, and she had to get out
her snuff-box before she could recover
from the shock.
The old gentleman said he had par
ticular interest in seeisg the spot, be-
cause he knew the man who had killed
Tecumseh---used to live right by him.
He must have been an awful Injin p
broke in the old lady, for the young
man said he didn't die till they had cut
off his head, and hands, and feet, and
blowed the body up with a barrel of
pOwderp
1 wanted to get away after that, fear
ing that something worse was coming,
but she insisted upon my taking pinch
of snuff, and SO kept my seat. We
were just beyond Brighton, when the
old man came at me like steamboat,
with:
Now, then, how fur is it to the spot
where they found the little Babies in
the Woods?'
L wanted to get out of it, but how
could /? That young man had deliber-
ately lied to those nice old folks, and Il
hadn't the moral courage to tell 'em so,
and thus had to make liar of myself.
It's awful to deceive any one, especially
a good old man and fat and motherly
old lady. on their way to the tomb.
'That's-yes-that's the spot p said
as we came to dark piece of woods.
Think of that, Hannerp he said, his
head out of the window; think of
them babies being found in therep
Yes; it was fearful she replied
seems as if I could almost see them |
stubbing about in there, nowp
There was another historic spot of
which the young man had told them,
but they had forgotten it and / was
never more thankful. They had kept
quiet until the brakeman yelled out,
Lansing and the old man bobbed up
and exclaimed:
Lansing - Lansing - why, here's
where they hung Tom Collins, amt
it?
He explained that Tom Collins, a
Chicago desperado, had murdered
eleven old women and drank their
blood for his liver complaint, and after
being hunted for miles and miles, had
at length been captured at Lansing, cut
to pieces by the infuriated populace,
and then left hanging on a tree.
bad to point out the tree. 1t was a
tree near the depot, and the tail of a
kite had lodged in its branches.
There's whar' they hung him, Han
ner ? said the old man, stretching his
neck.
'And there's some of his shirt left =
exclaimed the old lady.
AS 1 backed out of the car, the good
old man was remarking that he was
going to ask the train-boy if he didn't
have the pamphlet Life of Tom Col
lins,' SO that he could get further infor-
nation.
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