The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1892-01-13

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her wanderings, but she always came
home unerringly, when wearied out
with the search.
Poor mother; she never regained
the lost balance of her mind, though
sane on many subjects. She brooded
ever over her loss, which remained in
her mind always fresh and new be-
reavement. Years came and went,
and still she haunted the woods search
ing for her lost boy, long after he must
have reached manhood, if living, but
he was always little Tommy in her
mind. Sons and daughters grew up
about her, cherishing her the more ten
derby for her misfortune, but there was
never child to her like the boy who
went so suddenly out of her life that
spring day. Weary and worn by grief,
not time, she lay down to die while yet
almost young woman"
Uncle Paul paused, and wiped his
eyes because of sorrow for the tender
mother who had rested so many years
in her grave. With almost breathless
attention we had listened to the tale,
but as he paused Joe ventured to ask
Did they never find little Tommy,
Uncle?"
"Yes, Joe, he was found after many
years, when his mother, worn out with
grief had gone to rest, and father, too,
had been dead long time. A returned
missionary, who had been aboring
among the Indian tribes of Upper Can
ada, reported finding a white chief
among them, who could not only speak
English but remembered when he was
taken captive by the Indians, and many
incidents of his early life. When 1
heard the tale, felt pretty sure that
the white chief was my brother, and
though trip TO Upper Canada at that
time was looked upon as long and
tedious journey, resolved to make it,
and see for myself whether my brother
was really living among the Indians.
After many hardships, and long search,
l found the tribe 1 sought, and my toll
was rewarded; |, who remembered my
father so well, could not doubt l saw
my brother, even before he spoke. He
had the same tall, muscular form, the
same commanding look and eagle eye,
that my father had worn in his life
time. He looked every inch chief.
When 1 told him my atory, he
looked at me closely, evidently trying
to trace some resemblance in my sun
burned and bearded face to the baby
face he left in the cradle so many years
before. OF course he found none, yet
he was willing to believe | was his
brother, and told the story of his cap
ture, which sponded we'll with the
tale so often repeated to me by my
father. But all my efforts to induce
him to return to civilized life were un.
availing. He had married the daughter
of chief and had children grown up
around him, and the later ties were
stronger than TIE ties of kindred whom
he barely remembered. stayed with
him few days, then returned on my
journey to my own family alone, as
had gone away. l never heard from
my brother again. l do not know
whether he yet lives or has gone to join
the kindred who mourned him so long"
Uncle Paul bowed his head YEARLY
upon his staff as he finished his story.
The emotions aroused by the Old men,
cries were almost too much for the
feeble old man to bear, and mother
gently reminded us that it was past our
usual bedtime, and hurried US away
lest we should disturb and over weary
him.
Dear, old, Uncle PAUL. for many
years he, too, has slept beneath "that
low, green tent whore all of us shall
rest at last