The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1889-04-30

the rlVer carry ner Wen Dy the lSlan0,
| then crossed to the western or southern
side, and, in the eddy which she found
there, worked up to the very camp which
the girls and Cephas Titcomb had been
trying to make when their unfortunate
accident befell them. The sky began to
grow red in the east as she ran the canoe
upon the beach there, pointed to the ark
which lay a little way above, and then, with
out so much as needing Sarah's goodbye,
re-entered her own canoe, as she had done
before, padded stoutly out into the cur
rent, and permitted herself to drift down
to her island. She had made no attempt
to explain herself, and Saral's eager ex-
pressions of gratitude to her seemed to
fall unheeded; they were perhaps wholly
unintelligible. For herself, Sarah Paris
was more rejoiced than words could tell.
With her charge she walked along the
sand to the ark, and as she approached it
saw n of the men come out, stretching
himself and yawning, from a little shelter
which he had made for himself in the
cottonwood. He recognized her, having,
indeed, often seen her in the Inequalities
of the voyage of the feet, if it may so be
called, and of course asked her story,
which was quickly told. The other in
mates of the ark were called at once, even
rather earlier, perhaps, than they had ex-
pected, a fire was soon built upon the
shore, and an early breakfast made. With
the skif which this ark trailed with her
as a sort of tender, the two girls were
soon despatched to their side of the river,
and carried with them their own account
of their adventure.
$50, my dear aunt, alls well that ends
we'll" This is the end of the letter which
Sarah wrote to her aunt on the morning,
as they were waiting for the return of the
two boys. There was a certain anxiety
lest these boys might have fallen into the
hands of the hunting party whose weaker
side had rendered the two girls the hos
pitality of the night before. AS often as
once in a quarter of an hour a shot was
fired, in the hope that it might call some
response from them, if they were stray
Cling in the woods; and once Mr.. Tit
comb even loaded the little swivel which
he had upon the ark, and made it wake
the echoes of the banks on both sides.
But the balance of probabilities was in
favor of two stout boys who had been last
seen holding on by the canoe; and in
fact, before two o'clock of the same day,
the boys presented themselves. They
had drifted down the river farther than
they wished, before they had been able
to make the shore; then in the morning
they had made a visit, which had taken
Mary insisted on calling the friendly
island" but they had at last escaped from
the temptations of the sirens there, and
worked their way up to the encampment
of the party. This would have been done
much more quickly, had they known the
eddies and currents as we'll as did Sarah's
guide.
Everything was then reftted for the
voyage down the riever, and we have
now told "the only adventure which was
an adventure" as Sarah wrote in her let
ter to her aunt, which occurred before
the party arrived in the mouth of the
Muskingum. The Ohio River at this
point sweeps down almost parallel with
the Muskingum, and then after a sudden
turn, receives the addition made by that
river. The Titcombs knew the lay of the
land we'll enough to be on the lookout
for the great helm of the ark brought her
up at its landing. The current of the
Muskingum that day wa very strong,
and the hour was late. General Harmar
and the officers were cordial and hospit-
able, and begged the travellers to spend
the night within the barracks, but they
could not bear to come so near the Jour
ney's end without finishing it, and Mr..
Titcomb excused himself from accepting
these Inequalities. He would leave his
ark, he said to be carried across the stream
xvloo ho oho~1l G-I -Lo-o IL -a-k
lie, but he borrowed one of the boats of
the garrison, and with his boys padded
the women of the party across and up to
the Marietta landing, carrying with them
such conveniences as they might need for
the night. And so, just as the sun went
down, they found themselves in their
new home.
1t was a week to a day since Harry
Curwen had landed at the same spot, and
walked up to First street, looking after
the very people who, in their turn, were
now wondering at all they saw. Every
n asked first for General Rufus Putnam,
that noble leader of the people-a man
who showed himself equal to the largest
cares and concerns, was called upon
almost Of course for each smallest SER
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was successful in the other. At this mo-
ment, he was in his own cabin, with the
members Of his household around him at
supper. To Mary's amusement, the string
OF which she had often heard hung out
from an augur hole in the door, and, when
a hearty Come in" answered her
fathers knock, and he pulled at this string,
the wooden latch rose, and the door
swung open. At a long pine table set on
the t~restles was a large party of men and
women. At the head was Rufus Putnam,
looking the leader which he was. he
was still in the prime of life, tall, vigor-
Gus, and handsome. In a moment he had
sprung from his seat and came forward
cordially, but he said at once, at do not
know you, do II" The elder Titcomb
laughed and said, 81 know you, General ;
everybody knows you, but you have not
spoken to me since the day when you
sent me with a file of men to hurn tho