Connecticut western news., 1886-08-25

scnseless as the body to which he was tied.
 The cry drew the attention of senti- nel on board the Squirrel to speck drifting down upon hcr, and a 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 the morning the attack on the Morro 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-the little events growing out of the attack-camo to the surface. All on board the 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 told, 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, 1763, still having Capt. Joe on board Here he was iden- tifed 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- blcd and her heart sank within her at the sight of his bent form and vacant stare, she did not for moment falter, but throwing her arms around him, with loving kiss she drew him to her breast.
 From that day forward every artifice was resorted to to gain some evidence that he was not the wreck he-sccmed. 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 rekindied, and with the patient, undying love of woman, she gave herself up to the task before her. His whims, for he had them, were gratiied. He 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 in the corner of the sitting-room, close up to the wall, and if from time to time he looked over his shoulder, as at first, the intervals were longer when Nabby was near. But it could be seen that he failed; that from day to day his form was more bent, his step less firm; and of nourish- ment he took but little. So it went on until November, when, lying upon the lounge one day. seemingly in doze, he raised himself, gazsd out upon distance that he alone could see, shouted line from the old refrain:
 Sight of land from topsail yarl"
 ard fell back with glazed and staring cyes.-NeDport Post.