The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-05-06

two can look after the house while /
go to him?"
Yes, mother, of course we can take
care OF things; but you must not 60.
I'll ague might come on again. Let
me go. It's only fourteen miles. and
there's a road most of the way. | can
walk there to-day, and bring father
back with me tomorrow"
"You, child! Why, you'd be sure to
get lost in the woods, and maybe starve
to death before you were found.'
The little girl laughed merrily, as
she replied:
NO danger of starving, mother!
There's lots of beech-nuts and acorns
falling now; and won't get lost,
either. I'll take my own light ak
along and. if l should happen to lose
my way, I'll blaze the trees so anyone
can easily find me. Do let me go.
Something might happen to you, and
then father and all of us would just
die"
Before leaving with his victorious
army for Detroit, the cruel exigencies
of war had obliged Gen. Harrison TO
burn Moravian town, and the small
fragments of the British forces which
had escaped capture were now tenn
porarily encamped near it's ruins.
Among these men was Robert Lee. who
had not been able to visit his home
since the disastrous battle, and his wife
believed that, if she could communicate
with him, he might obtain a short fur
Tough and bring to his family a supply
of flour and meat from the army stores.
So, at last, she consented that Mar
gerry should undertake the Journey;
and the brave girl, carrying nothing
but a small wooden shawl, her little ak
n the remainder of the corr bread,
set off at once, leaving her mother and
Walter to live upon potatoes and milk
until she should return.
The Indians had not looked for the
cows at all, and in the evening they
came safely home.
That's afternoon and night passed I'M
eventually away. but the next day at
noon, while Mrs. Lee was preparing the
frugal dinner, the front door quietly
opened and, glancing up, she shrieked
with joyful surprise as her husband
himself stepped into the room! In lieu
of knapsack, the tired soldier had
strapped on his back a fifty-pound bag
OF Hour and a fitch of bacon; and while
one hand held his long rifle the other
was employed in balancing on his
shoulder the headquarters of a freshly
killed deer.
AS wife and child rushed forward. he
dropped gun and v~enison to the floor
and clasped both in his arms; and for a
few moments all other thoughts were
lost in the happiness of the meeting;
then he looked about him and said:
where is my little Madge, wife?'
The question fell like the knell Of
doom upon the ears of the astonished
woman. She reeled dizzily backward
and gasped:
why, Robert, is she not with yon?
She left yesterday to bring you home,
and | thought she was outside the door
nowr'
The war-worn man groaned in an
guish, but said, without anger:
rs it possible, Deborah, that you let
that child go off alone on such a jour
ney? left camp shortly after daylight
this morning and have seen nothing of
her. | fear she has persisted in the
woods"
Then the whole story was told. and
the half-crazed mother begged her hus-
band to let her accompany him on the
search he instantly prepared to make.
"No, 40, wife," he replied, that
would only add to our troubles. You
must stay here with the boy. But now,