The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-08-19
with a cry Of agony ho fell back, ss
sonscless as tho body to which he was

tied.
The cry drew the attention Of senti.
mel on board the Squirrel to speck
drifting down upon her, and crew was
sent to bring the boat alongside. The
living was lifted on board, and the boat,
with its dead, was again adrift.
For the moment but little thought was
given to the circumstance, for in tho
morning the attack on the Moro would
begin. But when the seige was over, and
the city, with all its treasures, had fallen
into the hands of the English, minor mat
ters-thc little events growing out OF the
attack-came to the surface. All on
board tho ship were anxious to know
something Of the poor fellow they had
saved from death. No one knew him;
but messenger from one of the trans
ports, with colonial troops on board, so
far recognized him as to say he had seen
him in Rhode Island. The officers and
men were kind to him, but he had re.
ceived too great shock to notice it. He
could not be led to say or do anything
that would throw light on his history.
He was quiet, did as he was tod, but
showed no trace of intellect. When food
was placed before him he ate of it spar
ingly; where they placed him there he
sat for hours; and if he moved at all, it
was to look over his shoulder as though
he feared to see something frightful
there.
The ships that could be spared were
sent home or to the North. The Squirrel
sailed for Halifax; from there she was
ordered to Rhode Island, where she
arrived in September, 1853, still having
Capt. Joe on board. Here he was iden-
tilted by number of persons, including
Martin, to whom he was turned over to
be taken to Cape Cod. Once there,
Nabby Martin pleaded with her father
to keep him under their own roof, where,
no longer able to take care of himself,
she could minister to his wants. As yet,
she had not seen him. but she encouraged
herself with the hope that reason had
not wholly vanished; that her voice and
presence would lift the cloud from his
shattered intellect. So strengthened,
she entered the room. If her lips trem-
bled and her heart sank within her at the
sight of his bent form and vacant stare,
she did not for moment faltcr, but
throwing her arms around him, with a
loving kiss she drew him to her breast.
From that day forward every artifice
was resortcd to to gain some evidence
that he was not the wreck he seemed.
One day, when other means had failed,
she put her hand gently upon his arm
and sang, in sailor style, an old refrain
that in his youth he used to sing. But
it was all in vain; the light had so nearly
gone out as to leave no hope that it could
ever be rekindlcd, and with the patient,
undying love of woman, she gave herself
up to the task before her. His whims,
for he had them, were gratifed. HI
abhorred the sight of the sea, and would
sit contentedly on the other side of the
house. He seemed to like the sunshine
was less restless if he occupied chair il
the corner Of the sittingroom, close up tt
the wall, and if from time to time HI
: looked over his shoulder, as at first, th
= intervals were longer when Nabby wa
l near. But it could be seen that he failed
, that from day to day his form was NOR
| bent, his step less firm; and of nourish
t ment he took but little. So it went Of
: until November, when, lying upon tn
c lounge one day, seemingly in doze, h
s raised himself, gazsd out upon distanc
e that he alone could see, shouted lin
9 from the old refrain:
t 'Sight Of land from topsail yarl!"
r and fell back with glazed and starin
, cyes.-Nepport Post