Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-10-02
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II was with inf1fits difficulty that his
COMPANIONS released hiEa. Pale, and
half fainting with pain aud loss Of blood.
be looked np az tie crow. srlll near.
u believe it's witch, he cried
Peg Wesson. b heavens" exclaimed
Sanders. recalling the wltch's curse. he
lifted his loaded towing piece. took
steady aim and fired Cav! cav. cav"
screaneG the crow. derislvely wlnglng
irs onward way unhart- Martin san
ders was renowned shot and nsver
known 10 miss such mark before. His
COMPANIONS noted his failure with
amazemenE, and though they thought II
a poor use for good powder and shot,
another and another fired, bar with the
same result.
lit Is surely a witch, cried Good win,
who, lylng on the grass with hastily
bandaged ankle. was looking grimly On
1T Is surely a witch, and not 70 be
brought down by a leaden bullet. Moth
ing bur silver viii bring down witch"
That's true, cried Martin Sanders.
He hastily tore his silver sleeve buttons
from his wrist. He wrenched them
asunder It was the work Of a minute
to load his gun with one Of the pieces.
The crow was still within gunshot. He
took deliberate aim and fired. Wounded
in the leg, it hutteEed downward in
lessening circles and apparently fen in
some bushes close by. But careful and
prolonged search failed to discover it.
For some days the woodmen who
passed Peg NELSON'S hat morning and
night on their way to and from their
work in the forest noticed that there was
no smoke III the chimney.
Pegs of on her broomstick," said
one.
There's III luck for somebody some
where said another.
IL was mild and sunny May after
noon and they were busily hewing in
the woods when they heard faint moan
ing. They heard it repeatedly, and at
length. following the sound, they came
upon Peg Wesson lying on the ground
and unable 10 get up.
How came she there, They could
have sworn that she had not passed
them on the path, and who could have
made her way through the impenetrable
jungle beyond
Though loath TO touch her they helped
her 70 her feet She was unable to take
a step. Her leg was broken. A rude
litter was made and she was taken
home, Uttering msledictions all the way.
A doctor was called. When he ex-
amined the fracture he extracted there
from q small piece Of silver which he
carefully preserved.
When the soldiers returned from
Louisburg, victorious and jubilant at
having destroyed the hornets nest that
had long been a torment to Gloucester,
they heard with amazement what had
befallen Peg Wesson, for in comparing
dates they found that she had fallen
with the broken leg at the very time
that the crow had been shot.
Sanders produced his part Of the
sleeve buttons. The doctor produced
his. They were precisely alike.
They were linked together again and
carefully preserved by Martin Sanders
and his descendants. Indeed they are
kept 10 this day in the family for aught
know to the contrary. They were
brought out and exhibited whenever
this remarkable story was told, and il
was very often told.
Peg Wesson never recovered from her
injury. She died soon after and received
decent burial, but there is no stone bear
ing her name in the old graveyard.
Poor mahgned, prosecuted Peggy! For
thee and such as thou there should in
deed be, there must be, some happier
sphere where the shadows of earth may
be forgotten in the glad sunshine Of hap
piness unknown before.
Peggy's cot, untenanted after her
death, long the sport Of the elements,
has fallen to decay. But If one cares TO
know where it stood, its site near the
old garrison can be pointed out by any
Of the older inhabitants, for this is no
tale of the imagination. but one in which
our forefathers and foremothers implic-
lily believed.-Sarah @. Dudley in Bos-
ton Transcript.