Connecticut western news., 1875-07-23
SALISBURY, CONN., FRIDAY, JULY 23 1875.

men and women searched for miles Tn every direction, making the hills echo with their cries. It is estimated that the different bands travelled over 5000 acres of wilderness in which frequently the most experienced woodsmen are at fault in traversing. On Wednesday morning the people were still traversing the | forest, anxious only to recover the dead body of the little wanderer, for all hopes of finding him alive had long since van ished.
 About eleven o'clock on Wednesday forty or fifty men were following mar row and devious rabbit path in an almost impenetrable jungle, two or three miles from the settlement, when Levi Lozey and Jim Smith, workmen in the tannery, who were in advance, sent up joyful shout. The whole party, though half dead with fatigue and hamilton, made an enthusiastic rush to the front. In the center of tangled thicket of birch, and underbrush, lying upon his side on long, black shelving rock, was little Herman fast asleep. He was bareheaded and barefooted, as he went away, and he had taken off his short coat and pants as though going to sleep in his trundle bed at home. The father sprang for ward and clasped his son in his arms, but as the little fellow awoke he was startled at the great number of strange faces he saw, and he cried out in alarm. But when he recognized who it was that held him, he clapped his hands and asked eagerly for bread and water. One of the men had bread in his pocket, and this was. given him sparingly, and he was taken to 8 spring near by and given small draught of water. He was al- most exhasted through hunger and thirst, as he had had nothing to eat in two days but the May apples, 8 few of which were found in his pockets. It is supposed that he travelled all the way to his rocky bed the day on which he disappeared, and that, overcome by exhaustion, he had been unable to leave. His hair and clothes were filled with mossespand the surface of the messed rock was redly imprinted in his cheeks. He was borne at the head of long procession back to the little log cabin, and the mother nearly tainted at the happy refutation of her misgivings.
 Said MT. Durlling, as he patted the head of his little son, who was found on the edge of deep water barrel, ready for new adventure by water: "Oh, he's mischievous, and I don't know what'u become of him, but he wasn't in a rattlesnake den, I tell you, as was reported, for if the snakes had come around him he'd have had them all in his arms. Lord bless ye, he's no more afraid of snakes than nothing in the world. scared him, though, the other day, at night, when he was getting ready to go to bed, by telling him that I guessed would have to take him out to the black rock and let him sleep there for night. He began to cry, and said: 'Oh, no, papa, don't want to go dare, my feet was so cold The two nights he was out were very chilly and frosts fell in low places, and I wonder he ever got through them alive. A day or two ago, at evening, whippoorwill came singing about the house and Herman listened for long time, and at length he broke out with: 'Oh, papa, at Zee bird at come and sun9 to me in 'ee woods all 'ee night. "-N r Sun.