The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1876-05-18

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Twill resume my story. The cleaning
light was scarcely sufficient to allow me
to write little note, which | carried to
stately mansion hard by. 1t was to
entreat what we had been denied at B,
This application was also fruitless. The
servant had been ordered to take in no
such notes, and he could not break
through the rule. On rejoining my little
group, my heart ightened at the pres
ence of u serving-man, who at that mo-
ment came near, and who, observing our
wretchedness, could not pass without en-
deavoring to succor us. The kind words
of this worthy peasant sunk deep into
our hearts. | do not know his name;
but never can l forget him. Assisted by
him, we arrived, about eleven o'clock,
at the farmhouse of John Cooper, West
town of Kinnaird, where we were imme-
diately admitted. The accommodation,
we are told, was poor--but what an al
tentative from the storm-beaten way
side The servants were not yet in bed;
and we were permitted short time to
warm ourselves at the bothie fire. Dur
ing this interval, the infant seemed to
revive; il fastened heartily to the breast,
and soon fell asleep. We were next led
to an clubhouse. A man stood by with a
lantern, while with straw and blankets
we made pretty fair bed. In less than
half on hour the whole slept sweetly in
their dark and almostroofless dormitory.
| think it must have been between three
and four o'clock, when Jean wakened
me. 0 that scream II think can hear
it now. The other children, startled from
sleep, Joined in frightlul wall over their
dead sister. Our poor Jeanie had, unob-
served by us, sunk during the night un-
der the effects of the exposure of the pre-
ceding evening, following, as that did, a
long course of hardship, too great to be
borne by young frame. Such vista
ton could only be we'll borne by one
hardened to misery and wearied of eX-
istence. l sat awhile and looked on
them comfort had none to give-none
to take spake not-what could be said ?
words? oh, no The worst is over
when words can serve us. And yet it is
not Just when the wound is given that
pain is felt. How comes it, l wonder,
that minor evils viii. affect even to
agony, while paramount sorrow over
does itself, and stands in stultified calm
ness? Strange to say, on first becoming
aware ofthe bereavement of that terrible
night, sat for some minutes gazing up
wards at the fluttering and wheeling
movements of party of swallows, our
acknowledges, which had been disturbed
by our unearthIy outCry, After awhile,
| proceeded to awaken the people in the
house, who entered at once into our feel
ings, and did everything which Christian
kindness could dictate as proper to be
done on the melancholy occasion. A
numerous and respectable party of neigh
bors assembled that day to assist at the
funeral. In an obscure corner of Kin
naird church-yard lies our favorite little
Jeanie
Early on Monday we resumed our
heartless pilgrimage, wandering onwards
without any settled purpose or end. The
busy singing world above Us was a nul-
sanCe; and around, the loaded fields bore
nothing for us-we were things apart.
Nor knew we where that night our couch
might be, or where tomorrow our grave.
1t is but fair to say, however, that our
children never were ill-off during the
daytime Where our goods were not
| bought, we were. nevertheless, offered
"a piece to the bairnies." One thing
which might contribute to this, was, that
our appearance, as yet, was respectable,
and it seemed as if the people saw in us
neither the shrewd hawker nor the ha-
bitual mendicant; so that we were better
supplied with food than had been our lot
for many a month before. But oh, the
cver.recurring sunset Then came the
hour of sad conjeCturing and sorrowful
outlook. To seek lodging at farm be-
fore sunset, was to insure refusal. After
nightfall, the children, worn out with tie
DAYS wanderings turned fretful, and
slept whenever we sat down. After ex-
perience taught us cunning in this as in
| other things-the tactics of habitual va
grants being to remain in concealment
near a farm of good name, until suita-
BILE lateness warranted the attack. This
night, however, we felt so much in need
of comfortable resting place, that it was
agreed we should make for Enrol. There
we settled for the night in house kept
for the hulnblest description of "travel
ers." 1t is one of those places of enter
tainment whose most engaging feature is
the easy price. Its inmates, unaccus-
toned even to the luxury of a fire, easily
enough dispensed with seats; and where
five or six people are packed up alive in
one box, superabundance of bed clothes
would be found uncomfortable. Hence
the easy charges. Our fellow-lodgers
were of all nations, to the amount of two
dozen or so. AS it has been my lot, since
then, to pass many night and day in
! similar society, and having somewhat Of
turn for observation, my memory could
furnish many records of "gangrel bodies"
that are not altogether wanting in inter
est; but of that another time Leaving
Errol next day, we passed up the Carse
to Perth, were kept there few days by
some old acquaintances, started from
thence towards Methven, sold little on
the way thither, but were kindly treated
by the workers at Hunting Tower and
Cromwell Park. The people there were
themselves on limited work; indeed,
many of them had none; yet they shared
their little with those that had less 1t
is always SO: but for the poor, the poorer
would perish.
Just before entering Methven, sold a
small book to person breaking stones
for the road. After some conversation, l
discovered he was musical, and was
strongly tempted to sell him my flute.
He had taken fancy to it, and offered a
good price. l resisted it had long been
my companion, and sometimes my so.
lace; and, indeed, to speak the truth, l
had, for some days past, attended to GER
tain "forlorn hope" whisperings, imply
ing the possible necessity of using that
instrument in way more to be lamented
than admired. The sum-total of my
earthly moneys was 54d., which my lit
tie volume had seduced from the pocket
of the musical lapidary. With this treas
ure, we sat by the freside of Mrs. Is
lodging-house in Methven. The good
woman gave us to understand that our
entertainment would cost 3d.; at the same