Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal

              « » r v # \ j \ # / •. ; - _(_,. * 7. _ v ~ jsaigps. A \ - . y AND SUSQUEH i ANTHRACITE JOURNAL E i o* §♦ vr . 51 ftklij Jdnuapapfr—( Deoafrh fa Urns, ffcitfaire, politics, tjje ftlerrnntilr, Jtlinrng, ftkrliiurirnl, niiii %irnBnral Mtmlz of tfjt Canutq, 9imtntrtinn, Slinnnnnenf, %x.)--'$tik Dollars |te 51mtmn, VOLUME 4.--NUMBER 9. PITTSTON, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1853. WHOLE NUMBER 165. is i 111 * •THE PITTSTON GAZETIE, We were muttken. for just as we reined in our horses on the edge of the belt of brushwood, which we found impassable, a quick cry of alarm from one of our party called our attention to the river bank not three hundred yards distant, and there, Sfftching from jhe wood to the base of the ridge, was a I'j'W wall of curly pates, vast I and brawny shoulders, of at least two thousand »'»icb ,,Bld Jbcen by the bank, so that «'? 'iat' not seen them from the ridge. companions, had long since disappeared in the northern bend, ihe Crows hud dropped off one after another, until not more than a dozen, besides those on the ridge, still continued the race, and those were mostly a inile or so behind, and losing ground every moment. degree* From the plain of tfie horizon, wai not 2,40 speed or in the most approved style of equestrian etepnnoe. As 1 went down (he hill; I saw.'old Judah crawl into the hole in the tree, and disappear— man, rifle, hunting shirt, leggins wolf skin cap and all. Prom America's Own. THE GOLD HUNT ER'3 DEATH. « MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE." From the Boston Olive Branch. THE ONE LITTLE FAVOR. Suuh was the simple announcement in The Tribune of a girl Josl. "A good-looking, rather tall girl, seventeen years of'age, dark complexion and dark hair, was lost." She was well dressed, and started to go from her fuiher's house in Spring St., near Broadway, to hei brother's in the Mine street. "And she was lost." Some stranger who reads ih8t simple announcement, one who ha* sper.t a nigtit at one of the three .great hotels on the corners of Spring M., and Broadway may wonder that a girl should be lost in such a respectable neighborhood, lie does not know that the guests of the biggest ol the three hotels look down upon one side upon one of the worst gambling hells, and one of the police permitted gambling lottery offices in the city, and on the other side upon still worse premises ; houses whioh the vocabulary of infamous language has no words sufficiently black enough lo describe ; houses which are ever open for innocent young girls to enter, Irom which innocent young girls never return. They are "lost." This is not the first gjrl lost in New York. These are not the first pnrenls who have been deeply afflicted, who have appealed in vain thro' the press for an" information of a "girl lost. ' «,nq..cun»» Anthracite Journal PUBLISHED VVEEKLY BY G. M. RICII ART 8 II. S. PHILLIPS. AND BY CHARLfiS B. GILLESHI? Little 1'ierre sal humming by the bed« side of his sick mother. There was no bread in the closet and for the whole day ho had not tasted food. Yet he sat humming to keep up his spirits. Still at times bethought of his loneliness and hunger, nnd he could scarcely keep the tears from his eyes, lor he knew nothing would be so grateful to his poor invalid mother as a good sweet orange, and yet he had not a penny in the world. The little song he was singing was his envn—one he composed with air and words —for the child was a genius, and a fervent worshipper at the shrine of music. We laid him down beneath a tree, The shadiest in the wood, His head lay pillowed on my knee, The others round Jus stood ; And grief was heavy nt our hearts, And sad our eyes and dim, For well we knew another day Would never smile on him. And death is fearful everywhere! At home when friends are near, And love is bending o'er the couch, And wipes away the tear—'. But in a wild and distunt land Without a loved one nigh, To Call the wanderer's thoughts to home, Ah! then 'tis hard to die. OJicl frutiltff Miln ttmd «(/iry »j '*• Htore" of H'itmr 4* H ood. But there were seven ot the warriors on whom, in all that desperate race, we had not gained a single inch. Four of rhese were of the party or? the ridge, while Ihe three others »C.'c'of th°se who hai followed along trie plain. '•Look ye here, lef'.enent, this won't never answer," said old Judah, suddenly reining in his horse, and at the same moment grasping the bridle of mine, almost flinging him back upon his haunches. "I tell you sir, we must drill a hole or two in them chaps' skulls, or they'll cut us off, sariain sure, before we can cross the ridge. Now my advice is, Leftenant, that you take these rascals on the prairie in hand while I look after them other beggars on the hillside, Hut listen, youngster— you must mind that the cunning devils don't doge your bullets. They'll expect you to aim at their heads, and at the flash I was hulf way to (he bottom of the hill when, two sharp reports, and a moment la. ter, the hissing of two bullets as they cut the air, within ten inohe* of either side of my head, told me beyond alfquestion tjint my friends, (*o of them certainly, mennt to keep a leaden correspondence with me at A aingle quick glance over my shoulder showed me the two crowa urging their hof. tes down the slope at tho very best speed, while by the way they had slung their ri. flies across their shoulders, without reloading them, I knew they had judged that my companion must have fallen from a wound received on the other side ol the ridge and as they considered me sure came, tliej did not deem it worth while to lo»e any o the distance Ltiween us, Ly reining it their horses to reload their rifles. Thirty seconds might have passed, afte Tin "Oaiktt* fc JorRNAt." is publishedetervFrMay, At Two Dollars IDur innum. Two Dollars u»ul Finy Outs will bo charged if nol paid within Ihu vt '1T. Wo ma pur will be discontinued until nil arrearages Are paid .Apvvrtisk*knti araiiiserlodcoiispicaously at Oris Dollar nor sotiiira of fourteen lines for three Insert! out taivl Tw*irr-rtvy. Cr*Ts addiiioimlforeverysnbseqneti iuseriion. A liberal deduction to those whoadvvrtlss tor six months or the whole yosr. Job Woak We have cotilfoctcd wlih our eslimllsnment A well selected assortment of Job Tyi-k which will enable tin to In the neiiiest style avery v.iWtjr of printing. On they came—that avalanche of monsters, with smoking nostrils, gleaming eyeballs, and their short stumpy horns formed a ierried hedge more formidable than ever did the bayonets of even Napoleon's fa. vorites—ihe invincible "Old Guard." As tho tears would roll down his cheek, and tin voice would fuller at his sad, sad thoughts, he did not dare to let his mother ace. but hastily rising, hurried to the window and there watched a man putting up a great hill ivith yellow letters, announcing that Madam M., then a favorite, cantratice would sing lhat night at the temple. "Oh, if 1 could only go " thought little Pierre—and then pausing a moment, ha clasped his hands, his eyes lighted up with unwonted fire—and running to the little stand, he smoothed down his yellow curls, aud taking trom a little box some old stained paper, gave one eager glancn at the mother who slept, and ran speedily from the house. "Buck ! back lo the ridge before they come upon us !" yelled two or three of our number ; but very calmly old Judali commenced lo reply— POETRY. THE SICK ODD-FELLOW. The household voices, ibcre are none, . Whose light cut accent, blest, still the wand'rings of bin brain, And soothe hi* ininJ to rest; Yet they that guthered round him there, Though rough, were ever true,— And friemUliip dropped the silent tear, And did what love might do. BY REBECCA J. DE GROVE "Back to the riClj;e, ell 1 Fools! which if you has ever seen a horse that has been ji'iden thirteen anile* keep pace with a bulfulo bull ? It is full three hundred rods from here to the base ol the hill,and those fellow? arc less than rs many yards from | i's. You see we must"— Upon his fevered couch lie lay, From home and kindred fur away, A stranger ; have ye felt the power Of those sad words in sorrow'* hour, of your piece they'll fling themselves flat along :heir hoisu'a neck, or it may be, drop right down alongside the animal, to that your bullfct'll go whistling by without touching nothing. So you see, you must aim just a tew inches above the horse's welhers and ten to one, you'll bore a hole square in the top of Mr. Crow's head." The last word hod scarcely passed the lip* of my companion, when I followed his advice to the letter by singling out the foremost Indian, and drawing a "bee" on him, or ruther his horse just clear of his — . v — —D"j ~v r~?yr » he two bhots were fired, and I had almost ;ained level ground, when I heard a mont jnearihly whoop, which 1 knew, in a monent, to come from the old hunter, and turning in my saddle, 1 behold the two Indians who te»d fired at me, stopped stock still, and loading their riflos in the greatest possibly hurry, whi!o some hundred and fifty yards farther up the hill, stood old Juduh, just in the act of taking aim at the third savage, who had raised the ridge and came sweeping down the trail with his rifle levelled at the hunter. When no kind hand wo» ncur To Foothe the lirow oppressed with care, In suffering all oui griefs to share, f Or wipe that fulling tear/ "Ha—bv the heart of Jacob Astor, we are In a tight place now, lads," he yelled out, as he was interrupted by the dull lazy \vliiz of at least a dozen rille bullets, some of which came sociably near our persons, as I mysell judged by a sharp top on my metal canteen, slung under my lelt arm, and a rather clean aperture in the lappel ol my hunting frock. We saw the gathering shadows come Across his pallid face, And heard ihc faithful watch of life Tick fainter in tlio race,— And when we saw his glazing eye Look towards the tar off sea, We knew his thoughts were of his home He never more might see. And thus we watched him till tlie night Was creeping on the day, When like a fainting, flicki ring light, His spirit passed away— .And there upon that gentle hill That slupes unto the west, Alone within the wilderness  The miner is at rest. We have a little incident to relate of a girl lost. A lew years ago No. 000 Church St., was accounted the luckiest house in the street." There are a great many unlucky ones in that street now, and that porticular one is estimated the most unluckv of all of them. It should be so. Thus felt that lonely one, as now He pressed his parched and aching brow And sought, but sough', alas! in vain, To still the thoughts that o'er his bruin 'Who did you say was waiting for me?' said Mudam M , to her servant, '1 am already worn out by company. Their gloomy shadows flung. To dir—though that were sud, in truth, 'Mid life, and hope, and sunny youth, Not this bis heart so wrung : It is only a very preity little boy with, yellow curls, who suys if he can only see you, he is sure you will not be sorry and lie- won't keep you a moment.' "NiDw, you see, lads, we must work our torses into this thicket if we can, so that lone of them rolling devils will get afoul tf us, and when they are passed we must steer lor the river, lor yon fellows are Crows, and we had belter stand our chance among the horns and hools than get in range of the red niggers' rifle*. Come, come, lads, in with you !" It was) in that house three years ago, that a «'4»irj was lost.— For the sake of her parents, brothers and sisters, and large funiflv of relatives, we will not give hnr true name. We will call her JuIii Montgomery. She was just such a girl as the one described In tbe "Item" of yesterday. She was tall and handsome, just seventeen with dark hair and eyes, and well dressed. 'O ! well let him come,' said the beautiful singer with a smile, I never refuse children. But Jealh alone!—nature must dread The anguish of a dying hed. The strongest deepest earthly love, shoulder.", and I observed that at the flash of my rifle, everyone of the Indiana fell prostrate on the necks of their horses, so that their heads were not higher than those of the animals. My customer was mistaken that time, however, for a moment alter 1 fired, he sprang bolt uprght, dropped his rifle, and al'ter flinging hi* arms violently about him for a few breaths, he toppled over backwards and fell heavily to the grouiu'. "Thai's the fashion to count up our talk on the bloo'ly red thieves, Lcltenant !" ub served old Judah in a tone ol exultation, as the sharp crack of his riflo followed mine, and one of the side hill warriors plunged from his saddle—"that is the way to talk to 'fin lad. Both them chaps got At llic instant I was looking for the flash of my companion's rifle, the old frontiers man, irt fall Hie muzzle of Ills rifle, and a breath later drnppou it entirely, lie drew liiin«elf up to his lull height, nod turning 10 ilie single Crow, lie uttered a peculiar taunting whoop of defiance, which drew forth a yell of rage from the savage who caine driving on at a furions speed, still covering tho hunter wilh the mtuzle ol his rifle. , He was scarcely thirty yards from the old hunter, when without checking the speed of his horse in the least, he fired.— But the bullet whistled harmlessly over the prostrate form of the wary old |Du»ter, who quick as thought, dropppd to the earth at the flush ofthe lndiau's rifle. Little Pierre came in, his hat under his arm, and in his hand a little roll of paper. Wiih a manliness unusual for a child he walfted straight up to Madam M , and bowing, said—I c8mc to sep you because my mother is very sick, and we are too poor to set food and medicine. I thought that perhaps if you would only sing my little song at some ofyour grand concerts, may be some publisher would buy it for a small sum, and so I could get food and medicine for my mothur. To check the tyrant's sway, If gentle sympathy he nigh To catch the Inst expiring sigh, 'Twill,cheer that dreary way. Hut tlu old hunter's advice had occupied several moments of our time which should have been devoted to digging into the brambles, and cro a single horse had mude a break into the dense wall of bri. twigs, and foliage, the buffaloes, with .1 roar, a crush, utic' u plunge were upon George Washington.—In my boyhood, but old enough to consider ond remember. I st)w George Washington ; in his conch going to church, and at other times when drawn by six horses, with several servants in showy liveries; in his graceful and commanding seat 011 horseback ; in a court dress, smull sword, and' hair in a hag, delivering his farewell address to Congress ; in his drawing room, with his secretaries, Pickering. Hamilton and Knox, smoking the pipe of peace with a tribe of Indians, all solcrn'i as he was ; and once, as schoolfellow and jilaymate of his wife's grandson, had the casual honor of dining with him, in tlm grave and almost taciturn tfigiitly uMlfB family circle, with several servants in attendance, and a secretary, Mr. Dandridije, officiating as carver. Gen. Washington's revolutionary camp table che»t, presented to Congress on the 18th of April, 1844, as a relic To be preserved, is one of many proofs that lie not only loved good cheer, but, as governor or manager of men, promoted conviviality as an affair of state and convenience for business. Almost all accounts represent him as grave and stately. But I have known, intimately, ladies who danced with him ; have heard companions of his pastime hours describe his enjoyment of not only the pleasures of tho table, but those songs of merriment then so common a part of such pleasures. 1 heard an officer of his military nritltly entoriuinvLaf'ojrette with a recital of some of the expressions which Gen. Washington uttered with passionate outbreak, when disobeyed and disappointed in battle ; I have seen his minute, written directions for tho liveries of his servants, and concerning the choice and rent of a house ; and have been assured, by a gentleman who spent several days with him at Mount Vernon, when no longer on his «uard, the once reserved and solemn statesman chatted freely on ull subjects.—In- Ingersoll's History. Hui list—a voice of love it heard, And ' brother' speaks in each kind word j Ijke woman's southing tccderncss, It lulls each aniionsfcnr to rest, And bids the wunderer know That Friendship. Luve and Truth have pow- She lived in one of the towns, ond came down upon one of the barges that float down such a muliltude of things produced by farmers, in company with hei I'alher and mother, who brought some ol their produce |o market. On-fhe same boat were two ypunjj men who hud been up the ri»cr (Jiey said on a sporling excursion. This was true. lDut they might have added, "What is sport 4o us, is di ath lo you." They were galnblers. On the passage ihev made (toe acquaintance of Julia, and by thefr bland manners completely won the confidence of the old folks.— When they arrived, they were anxious that Julia should go home With them and see their sisters. They were not so 8nx ious lhat her mother should go, but they insisted very hard that she should, because they know she would not ; she had Iter butler and eggs and chickens lo fell, And lots of shopping lo do. so Julia went alone. She caine back to the boat towards night to tell her mother what nice girls the Miss Cumptowns were, and that ihey wanted she should go wiili them tolhe theatre, and then, as it would be late, stay all night.— Tho mother consented, as Mr. Canr.ptown was SUch a fine young man. Alter the play ihey had an oydler supper nnd wine, and Julia became very much elated.— Then they went home, to Mr. Camptown s home, which was no other than that notorious Church st. den, and the "sisters" the most notorious sinners Of course more wine was drank, and Julia bccame oblivious of what transpired. SIim waked to consciousness next moining tCD fiud herself—"a girl lost." Almost deliiious, she flew from the wicked scoundrcl at her side to the street door, to find it barred against her. In vain she begged and pt'Hyed, and crisd lo be let out. The soul incarcerated in the infernal regions might as well pray for egress. She finds in both cases only'scofliing at the victim's agony. Then she grew wildly furious, and they tied her hands and feet and carried her down into the coal cellar « to let her get over her fit" and keep her out ol sight lill the old wo. man was out of the way. For three days Camptown watched her father and mother and then gave up and went home with heavy hearts, for "a girl was lost." Yes, she was" lost." Then Camptown went back to enjoy his "country beauiy." Sbo was lest to him also. In some ol the pulling* down and diggings up in that streel, all that remains to earth will make anotlw er "Item" lo a duily paper. It will be headed " human bones found." To reach even sorrow's darkest hour, And o'er it radiance throw. In a moment we were separated, one hi re and unolher there, ill among a hedge of horns, and amid a continuous roar of buffalo bull thunder, we were borne on, helpless and impotent, in the centre of the vast herd, while at short intervals, I could hear the sharp ringing report of the Crow rifles, followed by the whistle of their bul lets ; but as if by a miracle, for full twenty minutes, during which time ihe herd was cefifint'd between the hell of brushwood and the ridge, we were hurried along with them, without any one of our nuin her receiving the ii.jury either from the bufTiloes or on r friends the Crows. The beautiful woman rose from her seat very tall and stately she was ; she took (he little roll from his hand, and lightly hummed the air. From the Northern Light, The Hunters Last Bullet, our bii8 of lead through their brains—il it so be these infernal skunks have got any brains." "They're cunning devils though, and our next bullet won't wing 'etn in that way —No, no, you hold on your fire till you see how—.no, hang as soon as you're ready -.ve'll both fire together—but this time aim about four feet from the horse's back— jurt about their heads as they nit in their usual way. What say—are you ready." "Aye, aye, Judah, all ready." "Well, blaze away—Fire." At the simultaneous flashes of our rifles the five surviving Indiana leaped to their feet on the backs of their horses, and then, as quick as thought, two of them dropped their weapons, c'apped their hands to their breast?, and plueged heud'onj; forward over their hordes head to the ground. '•Fooled again !"' shouted the old hunter in an exultant tone. " Lefienant, there's »i t many of these red western niggers, that's got cunning enough to play rifle and tomahawk with old Judah Gainly. "But look you iiere—we may venture to try the crossing of the ridgn now," and within fifteen minu'es we were dishing up the u»cenl, crossing the Indian's course at right angles, not sixty yards distant, but as there were only three of them left, we had little apprehensions on their account ; having made up our (hinds to pick ofl'the three foul-hardy fellows before we gained the summit ol the ridge, and then ride back to the steamer at leisure. Wo were hall way up the hill, with our riflgs loeded, and just about to rein up for another pop at the Indians, when 1 made the discovery, that dashing through the brushwood, the hammer of my rifle had got caught and wrenched entirely ofT, so the gun was useless. Almost at the same moment thai I discovered the accideut to my rifle, an exclamation of despair from the lips oftny componion (ell upon rtiy ears, and as soon as he pould speak coherently, 1 learned that he bat) met with an accident little less serious than mine, inasmuch as he had lost his The tremendous whoop of the hunter had startled the two Crown, beneath him, and with their hul! loaded rides thev sat ■there apparently bewildered and hali-stiipefied, nt tlie sudden appearance oi old*Judah now in tlie rear, while the single warrior came thundering along down the hillside, his horse unmanageable, unloaded, and himself, accustomed as lie was to rough-riding, scarcely able to maintain his seat in his wild, plunging course down that rugged steep. Almos: before one could count ten, the horse had borne his rider to where the hunter now no longer prostrata lav, but standing in the path, grasping in his right hand a fragment of a rook, that a giant might have failed to wield, while his left was otjist reached, as if to—the next breath revealed his whole intention ; for as the hyrse einme dashing on, the vetereri hunter grasped him by the nostrils tvlih such a powerful grip, that in an instant, t'ie frightened mustang was flung quivering back upon his haunches, while the Crow was dashed violently to the earth, which he had barely touched when down came the ponderous rock upon his naked head, mangling and crushing his face and skull out of the" very shupe of humanity. Scarcely had the rock left his hand, when old Judah snatched Ins rifle from the ground, leaped upon the back of the Indian's horse, and witliM'nother unearthly whoop dashed right on down the steep pathway towards the two remaining Crows, who, as if panic-stricken at the L'eath of their comrade, and the strange stratagem of the old hunter, turned and fled for life, while the cause of their terror came yelling and whooping on in swift pursuit. When the Crows passed me they were so near and wholly defenceless, that 1 could have easily brought down either or both of their lorses with Ihe butt of my crippled rifle. But 1 was So absorbed by the inter, est of the single race, that I scarcely noticed the fugitives, premitting them to pass by unmolested. 'Did you compose it ? she asked ; . yott,. a child, wonderful little genius! Would1 you like to come lo my concert ? she ask', ed, after a few moments of thought. BY CAPTAIN A. T. MAXWELL, OF THE C. S AliMY Oh ! yes. u.nd the boy's blue eyes grew liquid with happiness, but 1 couldn't leave rrrv mother. One bright, beautiful lurenoon, some four hundred miles ulior we hud passed (km last outposts, five or six old veterans ol the Northwest Company's men, who were returning with us Irom ihe lower station on Yellow Stone, prop ped, us tiiu steamer drew u{D alongside llw bunk to wood-*— winch for the last f.iur days had been done by cutting and splitting the green scrub oak, poplar, and such other small growth as grew along the bunk most convenient to the bDul, and placing so much as we could of it on tho top of tho boilers to kiln dry—these old bur.ters proposed, as I was about to sav, to have a buffalo hunt while the steamer was wooding. 1 w ill send some person to take care of your mother for tho evening, and here is a crown with which to get food and medioino. Here is ul.-o one of my tickets— come to night j that will admit you to a sent near me ; iny good little fellow, your mother has a treasure in you. Almost beside himself with joy, Pierre bought some orangrs, and many ljtlle luxury's beside, and carried :hem home lo the poor invalid, telling her not without tears, of his great good fortune. At last, when the head of the belt of timber was gained, and the herd began to spread out to the westward, by some sin gular chance the old hunter and myscll were flung together, and at tho same time, out clear of the buffClo stream on the loft. For a single instant we reined in our horses, and as we did so, I pointed to the Indians—some fifty in all. J should think —who had ridden along the summit ofllie ridge, keeping just about Ihe same distance from us that they had done at first. ••Yes, 1 see the red thieves," said my companion very culmly, as his eye follow, ed the direction of my finger. "I see 'em Lefienant, and I can tell you '.hey curry" the Cincinnati rifle. Too light to kill a hard shelled old fellow like me at this distance. But our boys are all oft* west with the buffaloes, and we are left to play at j hop and dodge with the thievin' Crows. "Well, we must back to the river, and lord it somewhere, for you sec them skunks are dividing—about forty of 'em are coming down to follow the buffaloes and our fellers, and them other sneaks—ten of 'em —will hung around us till they wing us— unless we can play the Indian better than thev can. Come, Lefienant, and the next breath we were dashing away towards the rfYer, while the len Crows were gradually closing in with us, as they urged on their horses towards the river. We were within perhaps two hundred yards of the bank, when the heads of at least thirty Indians were thrust up through the feathery scarf of fern that grew a'.ong the very edge of the bank. "This won't do, Lefienant," said the old hunter, apparently not the least moved, as far as 1 could discover. "It won't do," and he caught my left hand bridle rein, whirling my horse's head away from the liver with his own ; and as both animals dashed off over the ground just traversed, old Judah went on— •'Now then, luds," said Judah Gaiu'.y, a* he led his Indian inuMang ashore, and (lung himself into the saddle, the last of our party—"Now llien, lads, we are ull ready, and we'll keep this trail up the river, to the little Walnut Bottom, where we shall find buffalo any time niter noon." (JlF we went at a brisk canter, all excellentlv mounted, and each armed with a prime rifle, besides the Usual outfit peculi- j ar to the frontier, consisting of pistols, and a delicate bit ol steel, some fourteen inch- | cs in length, ha'f an inch thick in the : back, and keen enough to shave very cleverly with, which arbitrary custom had christened and made famous as the Arkansas ToolluDick, It was about ten, A. M-, when we left lite steamer, and so well did our horses  perform after six days rest, that by hallpast twelve we raised theshnrp ridjfe which cut the course ot the river al right angles, —nearly twenty miles by the channel, and over fifteen miles by Ihe route we had come from the steamer, and ten minutes thereafter we werDC tearing down the northern slope of the ridge, urging on our horses like madmen, to fall upon a herd of full a thousand bulUocs, most of whom were drinking when we first discovered At first old Judah rnved and shouted, «nd cursed us for crazy, know-nothing tools, for thus driving in a herd of buffa. loes, among which tljore were at least thirty monstrous bulls, who would trample us to death as easily as a mastiff would crush p mouse beneath his paws. But the old hunter's warning was lost upon my companions, who had sucked their "side arms" during the ride, till they were utterly reckless of everything. As for myself, this was my first appearance on a prairie stage in the character of a tuffalo hunter, and little did I know or care for the danger tttendant on an experiment like ours, Never in his life had Pierre been in such a grand placc. The music, clashing and rolling, the myriad lights, the beauty the flashing of diamonds and rustling of silky, bewildered his eyes and brain. At last she came—and the child sat with glances rivcttt'd upon her glorious face. Could he believe that the grand lady, all blazing, with jewels, and who every body seemed to worship, would really sing his little sons. Breathless he wailed—the band the whole bund struck up a little plaintive melody ; lie knew it, and clapped his hands for jiy. And oh! how she sung it. It was t-itnple, so mournful, so soul subduing — manv a Liignt rye dimmed with tear*, and naught could be heard but the touching words of that little scr.j—oh ! so touch- An Arkarsas Widow's Revenge.—On the morning of August '29th, says a correspondent of the N. O. True Delta, writing from the Hot Springs, Ark., a widow lady who keeps a respectable boarding house here, and about whom slanderous reports had been circulated on the previous evening, by a man pretending to be a gentleman, having heard of his conduct, proceeded in compuny with her brother and anoth. er person, to inflict on the slanderer per. sonal chastisement. i"S ! Pierre walked home as if ho were rjioving on air. What cared he for money, now ? The greatest primadona in all Europe had sung his little song, and thousands had wept at his grief. The nojct day he was trightened at- a visit from Madam M . She had laid her hand on his yellow curls, and turning to the sick woman, said, " vour little boy, tnaJamc, has brought you a fortune. I was offered this running by the btst publisher in Loudon, three hundred pound? for his little song ; and after he has reali. ted a certain amount for the sale, little Pierre, here is to share the profile. Aiadam, thank God that your sou has a gift Irom heaven." The brother and his friend were armed —one with a double barrel shot gun, the other with a revolver. They (the two mpn) walked up the street a6out one hundred yards and met the slanderer, who, it appears, was also armed. They took his arms from him and marched him down the street opposite the house where the widow was, lully prepared to give him a warm reception. She was armed with n raw hide, Her brother and his Iriend advised their prisoner to stand and take quietly what the widow was about to give him. beting no chance for escape, he had to do it, though sorely against his will. 1 he widow com menced and did not cease until she had administered 200 lashes, well laid on. The man then hod his arms given up to him, ind was advised lo leave the digings,which he did. bullet pouch, somewhere bolow us, and As old Judah drew up with me, I observihut he was with only a single bullet, and ed that he was guiding his horse Iromside that, in his gun. to sido, as lie dashed along the trail, hold- For a few moments, the stalwart, hard- ing the hide reins within his while featured old hunter, fairly foamed at the he every few second*, poised hi# rifle an mouth, like a mad-dog, and roared in his instant, then lowered the muzzle again, mad cxcitement. But lie soon quieted until I comprehended •hat hi# intention was down, and after trying my bullets a id fin- to get them within a range, so that he could ding them considerably too large for his ri- cover them both with his rifle. fie he spoke to me calmly as he had done jje |iwj pttssed me some thirty yards and during the the Crows were some fifty more in ad- This is bad, Leftenant—mighty bad.— *anoe of him where a sudden turn in the But we must make the best we can of It. trajj brought them in a line, and in less and trust to Providence, and our horses' t|,nn three seconds the bullet in old Judah's bottom. But, look ye here lad, he sung rifle had sped on its mission of death. out as he gained the crest of the ridge— Slriki lhe neftrest J.idian in the back "two of them red devils are better mounted neck M t)|e . jt j,as8ed out than we are ; and With your askance, th,.01D„h hU lhroat and hit tl,e other-he Leftenant, 1 II try and clip them fUtrt enes *#ve d 1Di(j hea(J on lhe at one shot, after which we can settle the |,ft him in the right eye, last one, unless he runs away, or run a- fc f|om il8 gocket) tlien bur. waV justas wepleasb. ied itselt in the brain. Old Judah dismounted as he spoke, and #D%i . t» 4 giving me the bridle of his horse, which he Thirty minutes later, we were soourmg requested me to lead down the hill side at -way across the prairie., towards the steam, a srpart gallop, and in a straight line as with three extra horses, the we had been going, he began looking a. ber of rifles, and several other art cle of round him for wme plage of concealment. Ctow property which were of small value His quick eye caught a cavity in a huge except a» trophies of victory. chesnut tree, olojte by the aide of the trail, On the following day we picked up the and I urged itiy two horses down the slope remainder of our party, and in leas than at their beat spaed—which, considering an hour thereafter, wa were on another that the descent wa?at an angje of full 85 buffalo hunt. The inmates oflhat house soon left. It was no longer a lucky house. The ehosl of that murdered girl walked through every room One in |»articular, it never allowed any one to occupy. It is said that that ghost si ill haunts that house. It is still nn unlucky hottse. The old harridan who kept it—well known in that street when that girl was lo9t—w/?n: off lo New Oi leans, lost all her property, and then was lost herself. Camptown still lives. We saw him a few days aiio in the very street where that girl was lust, noticed in the ('Item" of yesterday. Has he any connection with her loss ? Reader, there is a girl lost. Ask where and why ? Rum and gambling can answer. "It's no use. Leftenant, to try (or tlie river now. There'* fi»e hundred ol the Crows on the other side, and the only chance now is to distance them devils on the ridge again, and pull for ihe steamer. And now, Untenant, don't worry down vour animal in the atari, nor above everything else, don't waste a single bullet. Wo shall want 'em every one before we get clear." The noble-hearted singer and the poor woman wept together. As to I'ierre, always mindful of Ilini who watches over the tried and tempted, he knelt down by by his mother's bedside and uttered a simple yet eloquent prayer, asking God's blessing on the kind lady who had deigned to notice their aliliction. And the memory of that prayer made the singereven more tender-hearted : and she who was the idol of England's nobility like the world's master, went about doing good. A nd in her early happy death' when the grave damps gathered over her brow, and her eyes grew dim, he who stood by her bed, his bright face clothed in mourning of sighs and tears, und smolhed her pillow, and lightened her last moments by his undying affliction, was the little Pierre ot former days—now ricfi ahd accomplished, and the roost talented coMtyx* aer of the day. All honor to the great hearts who from their high stations send down bounty' to the widoVv, and fatherless child. At the moment we turned to retrace our steps, the savages whose heads we had on, ly seen above the tern, now rose fully in view, horses and all; as they rushed up the bank ; and in le«« ibwr thirty seconds were thundering along on our trail, while the the ten warriors on the hillside come yelling on after u«, keeping up a dropping fire, whioh «e were too busy to reply to, until we came within surer range of oiir heavier pieces, which, at the rate we were going, we began to hope there was little proapeot of their doing. For nearly ten miles along the northwest base of the ridge our flight had con. i tinued ; the herd of buffaloes, with Our When Gainly saw lhat all warning was iseless, he gave a tremendous whoop, and lashing tor ward at the head of our little roop, shouted, "Come on, ye cursed foola! YeMl learn something belter before ye Ret out of this bottom, or my name ain't Jndah Gainly ! Oa the level bottom, and about a hundred yards from the base of the ridge, was • belt of wood, or rather brush, which hid the buffaloes from our sight, as we gained the level ; but from the great tramp we could bear on the other side, we thaj the herd were all »(oot, and rolling off towards the prairie. Not at Homr.—When Cibber once went lo visit Booth, and knew he was at home, a servant maid denied him. Cibber took no notice of it at the time, but when, a (ew days afterwards, Booth paid him a visit in return, he called out from the first floor that he waa not at home. (KT He is not half prepared for the jour, nev of life who 'takes not with him that friend who will not forsake liitn in no emer- will divide his sorrows, inc.-ease his joys,' lift the veil from his heart, and throw sunshine amid the darkest scenes. "How can that be—do 1 not heai your voice?" answered Booth. 03" To love another selfishly, to expect reward rather than to rejoice in imparting good, is to offer the purett feelings of huinanity for sale; it is to forget and parlical jy deny, that '• it is more bleneed to give than to receive." "To be sure you dc," replied Cibber, "but what then ? 1 believed your servant maid the other day, and it is hard, indeed, if you won't believe me!" _ w ——