Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1883-09-19

five long hours. Then the angle of the
hotel took fire and our position became
again very dangerous. John said we
must make an effort to get across the
space that divided us from The little open
ing called Calvary, of which have
spoken, feeling sure th, t there where we
were death awaited us,
We decided to make the effort So we
left this place, where W. had hoped 10
remain till daylight should aid us to find
our way out The wounded ones had no
alternative but to remain. We started,
followed by two ladies and a man servant,
who carried n candle. Climbing, slipping,
falling, clingin9, grasping at stones that
did not hold, but went rolling into the
darkness below, mt times buried in the soft
earth nearly to oar middles, we Struggled
for life for half an hour. Wearrived at last
at this Calvary; Calvary indeed! What a
scene, lighted by great fire made by the
fallen trees and doors of ruined houses
their houses. Almost stunned, though
wounded and fleeing, were children with
out parents, parents without children,
broken, bruised and bleeding. Oh, it is
not possible to describe il! One only one Of
these many scenes would break ones $
heart to see. almost wished for Il wound
or ache that would absorb my mind and
prevent my mental agony. But was
without scratch.
But one touching incident only one,
will try to tell, because if should try 10
tell you all | saw heartrending ] should
never finish, There was II handsome
young man, about "a or 25 years of age. II
peasant, who, when he heard the shock,
got his little three months old baby in his
arms, and with his young wife, tried to
escape from n falling house. Buried in
the debris, but still protecting his baby,
he struggled on. leading his wife. At last
she fell. A great stone rolled over and
hurled her. He struggled on, and faint,
bruised and bleeding, reached the place
called Calvary holding in his arms his
baby. unhurt, but crying pitifully. Daring
the long hours of that fearful night he
tried to console and hush it. crying, not
thinking once of himself and his bleeding
wounds When saw him at 8 OF clock he
sat by the great fire with it in his arms,
swaying backward and forward, singing
softly, singing which was by far sadder
than any crying. The baby's dear little
face and white nightgo . n were all bathed
in the blood that flowed freely from its
fathers wounds. Worn out at last, the
little one slept. He passed it, without II
word, into the arms of a p or woman
whose husband and seven children had. in
that dreadful moment, passed from this
world TO the other, and whose fearless
eyes alone showed he intensity OF her
agony. The poor young man could not yet
feel his bodily pains, but Threw himself on
the ground, crying, "My wife, my poor
wife,
In the midst of this sad group, all
seated on the ground, we awaited daylight.
Slowly it came. as if it was afraid TO open
the windows of light on such dreadful
day. We were still a long way from tine
sea, and had to cross all the ruined town,
but by this way alone could we leave the
place. With misgivings we left and began
the descent. What we went through
during this painful march TO the sea is
impossible to relate-over mountains OF
stone, over fallen walls, the way strewn
with the wounded, dying and dead. We
were four when we left Calvary. The
other two were left behind about half way.
l have not heard from them since. and
they probably are dead. Arriving at the
wharf we took the first boat leaving. 1t
was then in the morning, and we reached
Naples al half-past S.-from The Boston
advertiser.