The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-09-07

prompted him on, taking the lead, in
the bitter, journey through swamps and
SHOWS, climbing cliffs, and fording
alf-frozen creeks, and threading tan.
gled forests; feeding him from her
own poor little stere0 Of ember-b baked
cakes, and eating almost nothing her.
self, till theysNerem9Ie than halfway
to Sertigan, the first settlement on the
Chaudiere river, towards Quebec. The
whole history Of the women Of the
Revolution affords no more character.
istic picture than this -Fair.lady drag
ging Faint.heart'' to the war. It is
typical; it is -allegoric., Only with
pride we remark it) very few Of the
men Of that time were made of such
stuff as rendered it necessary for their
wtYestosuse similar urging.
Having gone thus farW Warner dropped
down completely discouraged, and this
time resisted all Jemima's entreaties
to rise again. She appealed to every
motive that could nervea; soldier, to
every sentiment that could inspire and
ennoble a man in misfortune and dis
tress; but it was alt in vain. She told
him that relief must be before them,
and not very far away. For her sake
would he not try once more! But her
pleadings and her tears were wasted.
The pluckless campaigner had made
his last halt. Unique stionably he was
very weak, and both husband and wife
were nearly starved. But comparing
the nourishment each had taken, she
should have been physically worse off
than he. IT was her mental and moral
superiority that kept Jemima from
sinking as. low as James. 1t is not too
much to say to his credit that the poor
fellow was ashamed to live at his wife's
expense, and that he should have
dwindled to such a good-for-nothing
beside her whose champion and pro.
tector he ought to have been. He
begged her to go on and save herself if
she could, but to leave him and let him
die.
=. Jemima was not the woman to do
that. But her hope that the army,
finding relief, had perhaps already sent
back men to feed and bring forward
the stragglers, impelled her to 60 and
meet them. She might save her. hus-
bands life by Fastening the succor on
the way ~ Failing to stir him to make
another effort for himself, she, filed
his canteen with water, and placing
that and the little remnant Of her
wretched bread" between his knees,
turned to: 60 down the river in search
of help. i"s'@a' ,''','a1 -.
..Good bye. James; you'll see me
again s0on." ~
I""Good bye, Jemima; but l shall new.
er see you again.
And with a heavy but dauntless
heart the noble woman hurried away.
She knew that Col. Arnold had gone
ahead of the army with some pioneers
some time before to procure and send
back supplies from the settlements,
and she, believed. that ere this the
troops were in the: camp somewhere
enjoying tie promised plenty. If she
met no one with relief, perhaps she
could keep on till she found her friend
If it was not too far. On her way
she did; indeed, meet boat coming up
the river, It was a birch-bark canoe,
and in 1t were two army officers and
two friendly Indians. Overjoyed, she
hailed the party, told them her dis
tress, and asked them to take her hus.
band ON board. But they replied that
it was impossible. They had been
sent after Lieut.. Macleland, sick Of
ticer left behind with,gan attendant at
s'Twenty.foot Eall&0 and. the little
Hfellf Abesrk 'cafoe eswould only carry two
more men: They could only tell her
that the army had found supplies, and
where they were eiicamped, and spare
her food enough to keep herself alive.
Weeping, she turned back, and sadly
followed the canoe up the stream until
it was lost to view. When she again
Feached the place where she had left
her disconraeed husband she found
Ehin sbGt, NsDbss;s and sinking
famiShed soidiers, lis Companions ''ir ir
that fearful wilderness march, would
thaVes been IS, James, Warner was,s il
they had given way to their depress
ing feelings as he had done. t: ~ =
:. While the DEVOTED wife sat by hi:
Iside doing ~ lat little she could for hi:
comfort, the canoe party returned. OF
the river, bearing the gallant .Maclel
land, the loving but dying officer. Poo
Jemima renewed her. entreaties, beg
Lying, with piteous tears, that 'the3
would take her husband in. 1t wa:
no matter for herself. She was onl,
q woman. Butcould they not, wouli
1.-THE. r, not save deal. James! Z: -.
No: All her prayers were useless
In war, and in every deadly necessity
decisions are quick and cruel, and tn,
estimates of men are peremptory
Mac1e1and was worth more than War
(sifAlll1l lRpa 30&6fd 4snNs Jepima 3tait
faithfully Wy tn her husband breathet
biz ]96dzfhe eeeYl only close; lds eye'
tWolves. Then,a'when love had dbn,