Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 20 June 1857 — Page 1

VOLUME vni.

BfeMEMBERED MELODIESS the'fancy»U»iing,

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Like tie pleasant, soothing chlmi a a in

81k CoUw tbe tong* «f oldew timej Docv And gantljdo tfcty sooth tli, Calming every ruffled brea«t: .All-ovtbttifhta thojr sweetly wo® tbua^

Back from toil and itrife to roat.

All tie itngi Wc heard in childhood: Those dear melodies of home— Come to u* as through the wild wood,

Or across the sea, we roami And swoot memories thoy wakcU Of the friends of early days— Those by death from 'meng us taken}

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Ere they trod life's darkest ways.

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Dwelling In our heart's recesses, May they ever thus remaia,' Welllhg up to cheer ahd bless us,

Calming woo and soothing pain. Has may memory'»8we«test visions, "''v l)reMna of childhood's home and friends, Be o'nrs till our earthly missions a- ,qs$t

Close, and '.ifo's dark journey eridfl.g jB

S I N

'Xbn long and gloomy wintry months are over, Sweet Spring resumes her regal throne again Soft springing grass the hills and valleys oevcr—

Wolcomc, fair empress, to tliy broad domain! On hill and plain thy warm and glowing fingers Are swiftly loosing Winters icy chain, Where, stein and cold, tho grim old monarch lingers,

Reluctant to resign his stormy reigri. i. I see the waveing of tliy golden tresses,

The duelling beauty of thy smile divine: In the south wind 1 feel thy soft cnrcsscs, And joy exultant fills this heart of mino. In grove and green ten thousand flowors arc blushing

Beneath the radicnco of thy sunny eye From tiny throats ten thousand songs arc gushing, •-•j Filling tho air with joyoiw melody.

Freed from tho chains of winter's stern dominion, The soul, bowed down with wcurim-ssand gloom. Rises nloft on faith's triumphant pinion, ••'i'' To the blest land of never fading bloom.

To that fairclimo, where rcigr.s the spring et-rnal, Whoso bonding skies are over soft and bright Whoso floworv fields are ever fre.sh imil vernal:

Whero all is bloom and fragrance, joy and light.

THE RliVEI.ATIOSS OF TIME. Time, as he courses onwards, still unrolls "Tho volumo of concealment. In the futuro, 'As in the optician's glassy cylinder, .Tho undistinguisliable blots and colors.

Of tho dim pantcollcct nml shape themselves, Upstsrtiugin their own completed min^o, To scaro, or to roward.—CoLKuimik.

THE GLORY OF TIME.

Tintc's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmacik falsehood, and bring truth to li^ht To *tanip the seal of time nn aged thinjjs, 'Jo nake the morn and sentinel tlie night,

To wrong the wronger till ho render light. SlIAKM'K.UIK.

From the (irand Kapids hnfjuirer.

A A E O O O Wc received the following letter from l)r. John More ton, a gentleman of voracity and personal standing. think its perusal will convince our readers of the entire truth of all that is said about Modern Spiritualism:

GRAND THAVERSE, Mich., Pec. 28, 1856.

KIUTOR ENQUIRER:—I send the following account of a most extraordinary event, or transaction— or what, you will—because in my opinion, it ought not to be suppressed but on the contrary, thoroughly investigated. In the midst of excitement here such a thing as a calm, unbiassed examination is altogether out of the question, nor would it be safe to attempt it, inasmuch as the determination of the people is very strong to hush it up. As I myself am one of the chief characters conccrned in the niTair, I dare not attempt, if I possessed the ability, to determine the charactcr of what I am about to relate. left your city to establish myself here, as you remember, sometime in July last— a young and inexperienced physician.— Almost the first patient I was called on to see was a Mrs. Haydcn, a woman of thir-ty-five years of age, of a strong constitution and well balanced mind, and apparently with little or no imagination. She was, however, a spiritualist, with the reputation of being a superior medium. Her usual physician, Dr. J. N. Williams, was absent, and hence her application to me. I found her laboring under a severe attack of typhus fever, which threatened to be fatal.— Having prescribed for her I left, promising to send Dr. W. as soon as he returned.— This was on Saturday morning. At night Dr. W. took the patient off my hands and 'I did not see her again until Friday evesing of the ensuing week. I then found her dying, and remained with her until her decease, which took place precisely at midnight. She was, or appeared to be rational during the whole of my visit, though I was informed she had been delirious the greater part of the week. There was nothing remarkable about her symptoms I should tay the disease had taken its natucoarse.

At the time of her decease there was in the room besides myself, her husband, Mrs.

Green, (her sister,) and Mrs. Miles, (a. neighbor.) Her husband, whom I par* tioularly noticed, was very thin and weak, thp suffering from a quick consumption, already beyond recovery. He bore the character of a clear-minded, very firm, illiterate but.a corteous man, and a most strentfOns

unbeliever in spiritualism.

There bad been some subdued oonrersatiori, such as is natural.iB SaBh soanesr— thcjffofaf taking no part in it, except W signify, in a fainting g^ada^ly diminishtag v^oe.iker wanta, splilANt befofk hcf'dcath.wh

scribabie change came over her features, voice and whole appearance*—a change which her husband noticed by. saying) with, as I thought, wholly unwarranted bitterness-, "There go those cursed spirits igaih

The patient hereupon opened her eyes and fixed a look of unutterable emotion at her husband—a look so direct, searching, and unwavering, that I was not a little startled by it. Mr. Hayden met it with something like an unhappy defiance, and finally asked of his wife what she wanted. She immediately replied in a'voice of pcrhealth,—"You know."

I was literally astonished at the words, in which it was uttered. I had often heard and read of a return of volume and power of voice just preceding dissolution but the. voice of the patient had none of the unnatural intonation ,of such—it was, as I have said, perfectly healthy: In a few minutes 'she continued, in the same voice, and with her eyes still fixed upon her husband:

"William, in your secret soul, you do believe?"'*'.^ "Wife," was the imploring reply, -'That is the devil which has stood between us and Heaven for so many months. We are both at the very verge of the grave, and in God's name let him be buried first."

Apparently without hearing or heeding him she repeated her words: "You dare not disbelieve!" "I do," he replied, excited by her manner, "while you are dying—nay, if you are dead, and speak to me, I dare not believe." "Then she said, "I will speak to you when I am dead! I will come to you at your latest moment, and with a voice from the grave, I will warn you of your time to follow rac." "JJut I shall not believe a spirit." "I will conic in the body and speak to you. REMEMBER!"

She then closed her eyes, and straightway sank into her former state. As soon as we had somewhat recovered from the shock of this most extraordinary sccnc, her two children were brought into the room, to receive her dying blessings. She partially roused herself, and placing a hand on the head of each, she put up a prayer to the throne of grace—faint in voice, indeed, but a prayer in which all the .strength of her unpolished soul, heart and mind, was exerted to its utmost, dying limit such a prayer as a seraph might attempt, but none but a dying wife and mother could accomplish. From that moment her breathing grew rapidly weaker and more difficult, and at twelve o'clock she expired, apparently without a struggle.

I closed her eyes, straightened and composed her limbs, and was about to leave the house, when Mrs. Green requested me to send over two young ladies from my boarding house, to watch with the dead. All this occupied some ten minutes.

Suddenly Mrs. Miles screamed and 3Ir. ilaj'den started from the bedside, where he had been sitting. The supposed corpse was sitting erect in the bed, and struggling to speak! Iler eyes were still closed, and save her open mouth and quivering tongwe, there were all the looks of death in her face. With a great heave of the chest, at last the single word came forth: "REMEMBER!"

Her jaw fell back in its place, and she again lay down, as before. I now examined her minutely. That she was dead, there could be no further possible shadow of doubt, and so I left the house. "i

On the following day, Dr. Williams made a post mortem examination of the body.— I was prevented, by business, from attending but was told by the Doctor that he found her brain slightly affected, (an unusual fact in persons dying of typhus fever,) but that her lungs were tore and rent extensively, as if by a sudden, single and powerful effort, and partially suffused with coagulated blood. These were all the noticeable features of the case. '{She was buried on the afternoon of the same day.

About two weeks after the death of his wife, I was called to visit Mr. Hayden. I met Dr. Williams on my way, told him my errand, and expressed some surprise at the preference of the family for myself, as I knew him to be a safe and experienced practitioner. He replied that nothing could hire him to enter that house again. He "had seen tilings that—well, I would find out when I got there." I was considerably amused at the Doctor's manner and warmth, and beguiled my way by fancying what had alarmed him—a physician—from his duty.

On my arrival, I found no person pres ent with the patient except Mrs. Green, who informed me that the spirits had been playing such pranks that not a soul, Dr. W. included, could be induced to remain. The children had been gone some time— they were at her house.

Fonnd the patient very low, and with no prospect of surviving the attack. He was however, quiteiree from pain, though very "weak. While I was in the house I noti* ed many manifestations of that power eallid qurjtaalisnu Tables ud eluuira red and removed, billets of wood thjro1

upon the fire', and doors opened and shut, without any apparent agency. I

heard

struggles and unaccountable noises, too, and felt an unusnal sensation, caused, no doubt, by the mysteries which surrounded ttnd mocked me. Noticing my manner the patient observed: ''It is nothing. You must get used to it, Doctor." "I should noti be content unless I could explain them, as well as be indifferent to them," I replied.,

This opened the way to along conversation. During which I probed my patient's mind to the bottom, but without detecting a shadow of belief. Speaking of his wife, he said:

You heard Ellen promise to warn me of my time to die?" "I did—but did you believe her?" "No. If it is possible, she will keep her word in spite of heaven and hell. But it is simply impossible. She promised to, come in the body and speak to me.— I shall accept no other warning from her save a literal meaning of her words." "And what then?" "How much of her body is there left, even now, Doctor? and she has not come yet. She promised to come from the grave. Can she do it? No, no—it's all a humbug—a delusion—Poor Ellen! Thank God, Doctor, the devil which so haunted her life, and stood between her 6oul and mine, cannot reach her now." "But if she should comogyou may be deceived."

I cannot. Others may see her too, and hear her. I shall believe no spectre, if there arc such things. Her body as it is or will be, let that speak if it can!"

From that day up to the hour of his death, I was with him almost constantly and was daily introduced to some new and startling phenomenon. The neighbors had learned to shun the house, and even the vicinity, as they would the plague, and strange stories passed from gossip to gossip, acquiring more of the marvelous at every repetition. Nevertheless my practice increased.

On the morning of November 30th, I called a little earlier than usual. During the visit, the manifestations of supernatural presence were more frequent, wild and violent, than ever before. I was informed that they had been exceedingly violent during the preceding night their character, too, had greatly changcd. Besides the moving of all movable articles, the tinkling of glasses and the rattling of tinware, there were frequent and startling sounds, as of whispered conversation, singing and subdued laughter—all perfect imitations of the human voicc, but too low for me to detect the words if they were words. Still, however, none of the unusual sounds had entered the sick room. They followed the footsteps of Mrs. Green, like a demon cclio but paused upon the threshold of that room, as if debarred by a superior power, from entering there.

I found Mr. Hayden much worse ahd sinking very fast. He passed a bad night. Doubtful whether he could survive to see another morning. I left him promising to call at evening, and spend the night with him, resolving in my secret thoughts to be "in at the death." If there was to be a ghostly warning, I meant to hear it, and, if possible to solve a strange enigma.

The day had been exceedingly cold and stormy, and the night had already set in dark and dismal, with a fierce gale and driving storm of rain and hail, when I again stood beside my patient. The moment I looked at him, I perceived unmistakable indications of the near approach of death upon his features. He was free from pain, his mind perfectly clear but his life was ebbing away, with every breath like the slow burning out of an exhausted lamp.

Meanwhile the storm arose to a tempest, md the gloom grew black as death in the wild night without. The wind swept in tremendous gusts through the adjoining forests, startling the icy branches of the trees, and came wailing and shrieking through every crack and cranny of the building.

Within there was yet a wilder commotion. All that had been said or sung, written or dreamed of ghostly visitations was then and there enacted. There was ringing of bells, moving of furniture, crash of dishes, whispers, howls, crying, laughing, whistling, groaning, heavy and light footsteps, and wild music, as if in mockery of the infernal regions. All these things grew wilder with the rising gale, until towards midnight, they were almost insufferable

As for us three—the patient, Mrs. Green and myself—not a word passed our lips after nine o'clock. As for the state of our minds, God only knows. Mine, in the wild whirl of thoughts and events which followed, forgot all the past save what I have recalled and penned, bit by bit, above.

thoughts fixed themselves for the expect ed demonstration) my agitation becafae so great that it was with extreme difficulty I could control myself.

All was silent. The wind had lulled for a moment and not a sound stirred the air within the house. The. ghost had fled!

remember looking only for the final catastrophe, which grew rapidly nearer, with a constant endeavor to concentrate all my faculties of mind and sense upon the phenomenon which

at least, had begun to

believe would herald -the logs.of my patient^ .. As it grew closer upon twelve o'clock, (for npon the striking of that hour lud my

I arose and approached the bedside.— The patient was dive—drawing his breath very slowly—-dying. The interval between his breaths, grew longer then he ceased to breathe altogether—he was dead. Mrs. Green was sitting in her place, her elbows resting on her knees, her face buried in the palms of her hands. I closed the open mouth and pressed down the eyelids of the dead—then touched her on the shoulder. "It is over," I whispered. "Thank God." was the fervent reply

Then we both started. There was a rustling of the bedclothes! Mr. Hayden was sitting erect, his chest heaving with a mighty effort for one more inspiration of the blessed air. Before I could reach him he spoke: "My God she is coming!"

At the same instant the wind came back with a sudden appalling gust, as it swept through the crevices of the building.— Then there was an opening of the outer door! the latch lifted! the door swung open! and then, my God, what a spectacle!

I wonder, even now, that I dare describe it—think of it—remember it. I wondered I believed it then or do now that I did not go mad, or drop down dead.

Through the open door there stepped a figure, not of Mrs. Hayden nor of death, but a thousand times more horrible, a thing of corruption and decay, worms and rottenness!

The features were nearly all gone, and the skull, in places, gleamed through, white and terrible. Her breast, abdomen, and neck had been eaten away, her limbs were putrid, green and inexpressibly loathsome, the cavities of her shoulders, chest, abdomen, neck and thighs, wore a living uiaoa of great and ugly grave worms, which, as she stepped dropped away to the floor together with gouts and clots of putrid flesh! Iler trail, over the threshold and into the outer darkness, was marked by these loathsome tokens, a luminous line of corruption and crawling worms, the effluvia of which was most horrible!

And yet to these putrescent jaws there was borne a voice—smothered indeed, and strange but distinct: "Come! William! they wait for you—I 'WAIT!"

I dared not turn my eyes from the intruder, I could not, if I dared—though I heard a groan behind me and a fall.

Then it—-the thing before me—sank down in a heap of putrescence and fragments.

I remember I did not faint, that I did not cry out. How long I stood transfixed, I knew not but at last with an effort and a prayer, I turned to the bed. Mr. Hayden had fallen upon the floor, face downward, stone dead. I raised and replaced him, I composed his limbs I closed his eyes, I bound up his chin I crossed his hands upon his breast and tied them there. Then I bore out the body of his sister insensible, but not dead, into the pure air— out of that horror

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stench into the

storm and darkness—out of death into life again! County of Grand Traverse, Mich., ss:

Mrs. Josepha H. Green, being duly sworn deposes and says that the letter of Dr. John Moreton, hereto appended, which she has read, is strictly true, so far as it goes, tho' much of the history of what occurred at her brother's (the late Mr. Hayden) house is omitted, and this she deposes of her own knowledge. JOSEPHA H. GREEN.

Sworn and subscribed to before me, a Notary Public in and for the County of Grand Traverse, and State of Michigan, on the 20th day of December, A. D., 1856.

JAMES TAYLOR, N. P.

County of Grand Traverse, Mich. James Hudson being duly sworn, deposes and says, that he, in company with George Green, Albert J. Bailey and Henry H. Smead, on the first day of December, last passed, in the afternoon in said day, did go to the house of William H. Hayden, deceased, for the purpose of burying the body of Hr.jden, the deceased, and they found upon the floor of the room in which the body of the said deceased lay, and near the door of said room, the putrid remains of a human corpse, a female, as the deponent verily believes and avers and that they carried away and buried the body of said Hayden, deceased and found the grave of the wife of said Hayden, deceased in the month of August last, open at the! head of said grave, and that said grave was empty~of the body of said wife

CEAWFORDSYILLE, MOITGOMERT COUNTY, INDIMA, JUNE 20, 1857. NUMBER 48.

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Nearer and nearer grew the fatal moment—for fatal: I perceived it would be, to the patient at least and, at last, the seconds trembled on the brink of midnight the clock began to strike. One!—two three! I counted the strokes of the hammer which seemed as though they never would have done—ten—eleven—twelve! I drew my breath again! The last lingering echo of^he last stroke had fairly died away, and as yet there was no token of any presences save our own.

of said Hayden, deceased, the body of said wife of said Hayden being gone from said gratej and that they then returned to said house, wherein said Hayden died, and after removing the furniture from said house the depotient did, at the request of Mrs. Green, sister of said Hayden, deceased, set fire to said house, and that said house was thereby entirely consumed, with all that remained in said house, and burned to ashes, "This I aver to my own knowledge. —r

JAMES HUDSON.

We aver and solemnly swear that the above affidavit js strictly and Entirely true, of our own knowledge.

GEORGE GREEK,

'"T 'ALBERT J. BAILEY. •'HENRY II. SMEAD. Swofn" and subscribed before me, a public notary, in and for the County of Grand Traverse, and State of' Blichigan, on the 25th day of December, A.

D.,

1856.

"rj JAMES TAYLOR, N. P.

TIIE WRATH OF WASIIINGTOX. An anecdote I derived' from Col. Lear shqrtly before his death in 1815, may here be related, showing the height .to which Washington's passion would rise, yet be controlled. It belongs to-his domestic life which I am dealing with, having occurred under his own roof, whilst it marks public feelings the most intense, and points to the moral of his life. I give it in Col. Lear's words as near as I can, having made a note of them at the time:

Towards the close of a winter's day in 1791, an officer in uniform was seen to dismount in front of the President's in Philadelphia, and, giving the bridle to his servent, knock at the door of his mansion.— Learning from the porter that the President was at dinner, he said that he was on public business, and had dispatches for the President. A servent was sent into the dining room to give the information to Mr. Lear, who left the table and went into the hall, where the officer repeated what he had said. Mr. Lear replied that as the President's Secretary he would take charge of the despatches and deliver them at the proper time. The officer made answer that he had just arrived from the western army, and his orders were tfo deliver them with all promptitude, and to the President in person but that he would await his directions. Mr. Lear returned, and in a whisper imparted to the President what had passed. General Washington arose from the table, and went to the officer. He was back in a short time, made a word of apology for his absence, but no allusion to the cause of it. He had company that day. Everything went on as usual. Dinner over, the General passed the drawing room of Mrs. Washington, which was open in the evening. The General spoke courteously to every lady in the room, as was liia custom. His hours were early, and by ten o'clock all the company had gone. Mrs. Washington and Mr. Lear remained. Soon Mrs. Washington left the room.

The General now commenced walking backward and forward for some minutes without speaking. Then he sat down on a sofa by the fire, telling Mr. Lear to sit down. To this moment there had been no change in his manner since the interruption at the table. Mr. Lear now perceived emotion. This rising in him, lie broke out suddenly, "It's all over—St. Clair defeated—routed, the officers nearly all killed, the men by the wholesale the route complete—too shocking to think of—and a surprise in the bargain!"

He uttered all this with great vehemence. Then he paused, got up from the sofa, and walked about the room several times, agitated, but saying nothing. Near the door lie stopped short and stood still a few seconds, when his wrath became terrible. "Yes," he burst forth, "here, on this very spot, I took leave of him I wished him success and honor you have your instructions from the Secretary of War, I had a strict eye to them, and will add but one word—beware of a surprise. I repeat it, beware of a surprise—you know how the Indians fight us. He went off with that as my last solemn warning in his ears,— And yet, to suffer that army to be cut to pieces!! hacked, butchered, tomahawked by a surprise—the very thing I guarded him against!! Oh, God, he's worse than a murderer!! How can he answer to his country!—the blood of the Blain is upon him, the curse of the widows and orphans —the curse of heaven!"

This torrent came out in tones appalling. His very frame shook. It was awful, said Lear. More than once he threw his hands up as he hurled imprecations upon St. Clair. Mr. Lear remained speechless awed into breathless silence.

The roused Chief sat down on the sofa once more. He seemed conscious of passion, and uncomfortable. He was silent. His wrath beginning to subside, he at length said in an altered voice: "This must not go beyond this room."— Another pause followed—a longer one— when he said in a tone quite low—'"Gen. St. Clair shall have justice I looked hastily thro' the dispatches, saw the whole disaster, but not all the particulars I will recieve him without displeasure I will hear him without prejudice he shall have full justice.

He was now said Mr. Lear, perfectly cool. Half an hour had gone by. The storm was over and no sign of it was afterwards seen in his conduct or heard in his conversation. The result is known. The whole case was investigated by Congress. St. Clair was exculpated, and regained the confidence Washington had in him when he appointed him to that command. He had put himself into the thickest of the fight and escaped unhurt, though. so ill as to be carried on a litter and unable to mount his horse without help.

I^Fish are common in the seas of Surinam with four eyes—two of them on horns which grow from the top of their heads.

l^The Vanderbilt, Commodore Vanderbilt's fine steamer, is of 5288 tons' and 2500 horse power, for the. New York and Havre line.

SEDUCTION OF A WIFE—SHOOTING AFFRAY. Market street, at the Corner of Fifth, yesterday evening about 7 o'clock was the scene of a shooting affray, which fortunately resulted in the effusion of no blood. It appears that J. D: McLaughlin and Robert alias Webb Campbell, the parties in the affray are both river men, engaged in the capacity of stewards. They both reside Allegheny, but latterly Mr. McLaughl has made bia home at Murraysville, in this county. For Bome time pastMr. McLaughlin has been engaged on a steamboat running in one of the lower trades, while his wife was livingricar this city. He returned to the city a day or two since, and soon discovered that during' Kis -absence his wife had been seduccd by "Webb" Campbell, a well-known river character. 3Jr. McLaughlin has always borne an excellent charaefer as a mild, peaceable, and jnoffciisive 'man but the:discovery of his wife's infidelity and "ruin so highly excited and exasperated him that he swore to~:be revenged upon her -seducer. Yesterday, evening he was standing on the corner of Fifth and Market Streets, and "Webb" Campbell happened' to -pass by. Their eyes met-, .and,-we are iufortned by a by-, stander, those of McLaughlin perfectly flashed fire Campbell started to run down Mjirkct street to Liberty, when McLaughlin drew a revolver an fired at him. He then pcrsued Campbell to St. Clair Btreet and along that thoroughfare. .to near the corner of Pcnn street, when he #asarrested just as he was in the act of firing the second time at the alleged destroyer of his domestic happiness.

Campbell, who some say was wounded and others that he was not, ran like a quarter horse to the bridge, which he crossed, and managed to get out of the way of the officers, who were anxious to have him at the examination of McLaughlin. McLaughlin was taken before Aid. Donaldson, but made no dofence of his conduct, only regretting that he did not succeed in placingaball in Campbell.—PitsbuYgPost, June Vth.

FEAItFUL SUFFERINGS OF A FEMALE AMONG THE PACOTAII INDIANS. We copy the following interesting narrative from the St. Paul Times of June 4th. It is written by Kev. Mr. Riggs, a gentleman of high charactcr, and dated May 26th of the present year:

My Dear Times:—I am glad to infroiu you that Mrs. Margaret Ann Marble, one of "the four unfortunate women taken prisoners from the settlement on Spirit Lake by the Red End's people, is now with us at Hazlcwood. Two young men, brothers, Mah-pe-ya-ka-ho-ton and Sc-lia-ho-to, sons of Walking Spirit of Lacquiparlc, brought her to this place. Leaving the fort on Monday evening last, Dr. W illiamson and myself went up next day, and after considerable time spent in diplomacy, we succeeded in reaching home with her on Wednesday morning. She remains with us until the Indian young men, who performed this noble deed, rcceive from ibe agent the ransom which they have so well earned. .Some particulars of the capture and rescue will, I know, be interesting to our readers.

Mrs. Marble was living alone with her husband, on the margin of Spirit Lake, some five or six miles from any neighbors. On the 13th of March four men of Red End's band came to their house. They asked for food and received it. One of them desired Mr. Marble to exchange guns which he did, gave the Indian in addition, a two and a half gold piece. The gun must then be tested, and without any suspicions of evil, Mr. Marble went out with three of the men, while one remained in the house. Mrs. Marble suspected nothing until she heard the report of several guns fired off simultaneously. Then, although the door was held by the Indian remaining in the house she succeeded in getting out, only to see her husband lying dead on the lake shore. She supposed he had gone to set up a mark and been shot on his return. They captured Mrs. Marble told her they did not mean to kill her, and, after taking some six hundred dollars in gold, and what other things they desired they left for the camp, which was still in the neighborhood of their massacres. They had four captives, viz: Mrs. Thatcher, Mrs, Noble, Miss Gardner, and Mrs. Marble and strange to say at the time of bringing in the latter, the others had been with them in "durance vile" a whole week, but no bird had carried to Mr. Marble's residence a breath of information in regard to the atrocities committed. Mrs. M. supposed their houses were not burned, but she did not see the place after she was taken away.

For several days afterwards they were in camp. They then struck their tents and moved westward or northward the snow being deep, they could go but a few miles in a day. After traveling about two weeks, Mrs. 5larble thinks they remained in camp several days, which time was occupied by the men in going to the I)es Moines settlement and killing the familes their. On their return they brought with them a great amount of -goods and some fine horses. They made Mrs. Marble understand that they had killed the unfortunate Wood by roasting him in the fire.

They were now captives and their captors were not merciful. Their dresses were taken off them and made into manteles for the Dakotah women. Mrs Marble's new blaket, which she had taken from her own house, when commanded to leave, was taken away, and an old one given. Althought they had abundance of horses at the first, the white women were obliged to carry large loads from the begining. Mrs. M. during all her captivity with Ked End's people, which was nearly two months, had to carry a burden of more than one hundred pounds weight. In this burdened manner they had to make their way through deep snow and to wade steams often waist deep, breaking and pushing the ice before them. When they slipped and fell down, they were helped up by a loaded gun pointed at them.— When the party lialted after the day's march, our captives' business was to elear away the snow, cut tent poles, set up the lodge, get the firewood, etc. in a word, to do the drudgery of the camp.

While there was plenty of food which tbejr had taken from the white people, their captives had a share. But this did not continue long. The ducks came not back. The grass grew not. The American horses, which they had taken to. the unmber of forty or more, could not eat snow, and eon-. scquently died or were killed, anift -po made food for the company. Bat-wren dead horseflesh came to an end, and althoUgh now they could shoot' some ducks, they'were afraid to go off to hunt, and food became'so scaitse that our American women were glad to get bones and even feathers .to roast, and thereby- somewhat satisfy. the gnawings of hunger. When the ground had thawed they dag and ate artichokes.— Mrs.' Marble thinks she fared better in regard to food than the other .w®aaen, for the man who kept her'did sometimes give her' a little but she adds, "I would not be willing to tell any one what I had to eat." The long spring tons was an-age to^ them. They expected to. see stoops coming to their rescue, but they came not and nope deferred made the heart sick.

Mrs. Thatcher, whose husband Mrs. Marble understood was not hilled, was unwell and less able to bear the sufferings and hardships of their captivity than the others.- The Indians had very often talkerf ©f looring her. When they came W the Big Sioux river they formed a precarious bridge by felling two trees, one from either bank, having their tops meet in thef middle. Mrs. T. was afraid after making the attempt and failing, she refused to try again. One of the men took her by the hand, as if to help her across, and when about midway pushed her off into the stream. She swam to shore and caught hold of some brush. They pushed her off again and shot her in the water a great many times, while the whole company^ enjoyed the sport mightily, and said, "it is only a beaver." IJO

They moved westward until they came to Chan-pta-ya-tan-ka, or "Big Grovo lake," which joins "Skunk lake." There our young men mentioned above found

them. They went from their own camp on the Big Sioux where they were hunting, and while yet at some distance from the, lodges, they were met by four men armed with revolvers, who demanded their business. After fully assuring them that they werer not spies sent by the white people' and that they had no evil intentions, they, were conducted to the Ren End's lodge.— Our young men slept none that night.— There were many circumstances that seemed to them suspicious. But in the. morning they made known their errand and with considerable difficulty, they say, succeeded in bargaining for one of the woman. Mrs. Noble was the one offered but our Lacqui-parle boys preferred Mrs. Marble and as neither of tho women had any suspicions that they might fall into better hands, Mrs. M. thinks that Mrs." Noble was rather glad that she was reject*' cd. One was taken and two left.

Mrs. Marble had now fallen into very different hands. They were the baptized and eduouted children of one of our church members. They brought her home to their mother's tent, clothed her in Daco-' tali costom to the best of their ability, and furnished her with abundance of food, such as ducks, corn, etc. She is saved.' But there arc two yet in captivity. Mr. Flandrau has just ransomed Mrs. Marble with a noble sum, and fitted out an expedition to rescue the remaining two.— ,..: "When the tip-sinna-tops appear above the ground we shall kill them," they sav. But before that time we hope they will

livered from the snare of the fowler.

A WESTERN POSTMASTER.—A Western^ Postmaster has addressed the following letter to Mr. Buchanan. For simplicity andunsophisticatcdness it exceeds anything that has been received by this or any other Administrtion. The post office and the name of the individual are omitted.

CRAWFORD Co., Mo., April 30,18571

MR. BUCHANAN?—• Dear Sir: Mr. —is the Postmaster at this place, and he has gone out West and has been gone three or four weeks and be has no deputy here, but I have5, been opening the mails and attending to its ever since he has been gone, as he left the key with rac and the Postmaster told Jne..^ that I must make a report at the end of every month and did not tell me who I should write to, but I suppose it is to you who we should make our reports, as we

are all citizens of the government of which you are now President. If you are not tho right one to report, please drop me a few. lines, letting me know who to report to, and I will write again.

Rq^xrt at the end.of April.—Provisional scarce and very high-—The weather is cold for the season—But notwithstanding all{ that, we receive regular mails once a week, good health, and the people of this country ln arc universally pleased with your administration this is all I know that would interest you if there is any thing omitted in my report please let me know. My best re- sspects to you and Mrs. Buchanan. •,

Mr. Buchanan is so much pleased with the letter, that he intends to give the writer first class office!

Bayard Taylor, in his last letter ,, from the Arctic regions, says he was at first a little surprised to find the natives of the North so slow, indolent and improvi- -, dent. Wo have an idea that a cold eli-,^ mate is bracing and stimulating—"CTgo, the further north you go, the more active and. energctic you will find the people. Buta& the touch of ice is like that of fire. The tropics relax, the Pole benumbs, and the practieal result is the same in both eases.

10-The hard case of a young widow with $20,000 compelled to give up her property if she married agaia, has been go* ing the rounds Of the papers. To offset it the Sandy Hill Herald relates how a gentleman residing in the town of Greenville,

Washington county, died recently, a4 willed his wife a handsome »m»— ing in his will that in ease «ha~ a«a» mar^ ried the sum was to be doubled! "And. pathetically add* the- Httald* ^"aiay *H-J grass ever be green upon his graved .. ctf