The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-09-29


just this side of Shaw's cave, and saw
large swarm of bees come out from
one Of those big hemlock trees. l
watched to see where they went, and
then went up for Tom, and we chop
ped the tree down. Instead of falling
as we intended, it pitched sidewise,
and fell against another big hemlock
that was dead. 1t went with such
force that it broke the other tree
down, and that split open, and there
was the skeleton of a man right in
the hollow of the old treel You may
guess how we felt; it was that muir
derer Whitman, or rather Brownlowl
He had on that same suit, and there
was the same pair of green spectacles
in his pocket, and in his wallet there
was three hundred and twenty dollars;
and. the very ten dollar bill, sup
pose, that you gave him for his mis-
sionary work, was tucked in one side.
Well, William called coroner's in
quest, and they decided that in trying
to hide from the officers he got into
trap that he could not get out of,
and so stayed there till he died.
They had rough coffin made, and
shoveled him into it and buried him.
Henry Sunderland made a prayer,
and we paid for digging the grave,
and the coffin, out of the money we
found. The rest we kept till you
came"
"Send it to the Shaws," said Mr..
Warrenton. "He has injured them
terribly, and l could not touch the
cursed stuff"
ga day or two after he was buried,
we thought we could have our honey.
So we arranged matters to smoke the
bees; we lighted fire in the old tree
and got it going; and as the black
berries were thick, we thought we
would pick some. The wind blew
the smoke right in that direction, and
we went down the hill quite dis
lance to get away from the fumes of
the birthstone. 1t was lucky we did,
| for all at once there came the most
tremendous blow-up you ever heard.
Things went flying in the air in every
direction-big stones, counterfeit
money, knives, pistols, old hats, bon
nets, breeches and petticoats, boots,
pantaloons, and all sorts of trash.
After while, when the smoke had
subsidized, we went where we could
see what made it explode. There
was another room in the cave that
none of us ever discovered, and we
think that those counterfeiters had it
full of money and other things; and
there must have been powder there,
and the roots of the tree, being dry,
took fire, and some sparks fell down
into the~powder.".
"You can form no idea Of the ex-
element that prevailed at the time"
said Mr.. Sunderland. "Every one
wi shed you had been here"
81 am glad l was not. Was he
buried near any ones grave?"
ono, clear over at the farther side
Of the yard, as close to the fence as
the grave could be dug" said Will
lam.
After few months, the exciting
topic of the Browalow tragedy died
away, and business engrossed public
and individual attention. Political
affairs were assuming brighter as
pect for the colonies, and everything
seemed to promise peace and har-
mony, until the war of 1872 came
Unexpectedly upon the quiet inhabi-
tants, and the stalwart men turned
out to defend the northern frontier.
Four of the Warrentons volunteered.
The old man himself wished to join
them, but the boys unanimously OBJ
jected.
"No fatherl" said William. "Old
men for counsel, and young men for
war. We shall be better soldiers if
we know that our wives and children
are watched over and cared for by
you."
"Father Hartman says he will go