The sunny South. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1875-1907, April 13, 1878, Image 2

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2 *— remarked the poacher. I wur almost beginnin to he nfeard yer’d got stopped.' ‘Oh no. no one has seen us,’ answered Ben, confidently. That’s right.’ returned Dan. ‘an’ now 'ee all got’ere safe and sound, I think we’d better b e get inside. Theer be never no knowin’ who be about. My old crib bean’t much better nor a pig-sty. but I'll try and make 'ee as comforta ble as I can.’ ‘Oh, it’s a capital place!’ exclaimed Ben,’ I like it.’ ‘So do I,’ echoed Tom; ‘It’s full of curiosities - ’ The boys entered with that bonyant step, which is one of the chief characteristics of youth. Dan followed and barred the door. The interior of the poacher’s dwelling was highly characteristic of the owner. The fire-place was on the ground, and on the hearth blazed a cheerful flame that rendered a candle unnecessary. Over the fire was a flint gun, which, though old looking, was nevertheless, as Dan managed it, effectual, though as he admitted, it was an aw ful kicker.’ On the walls hung several fishing-rods of Dan’s own construction; whilst on different shelves, rudely fastened against the walls, were numer ous specimens of such birds, beasts, and fishes, as the woods and streams conld produce, all of which had been first caught, and afterwards stuffed by the porcher’s own hands Dan having allowed his young guests to feast their eyes for a time on these natural produc tions, of which he was rather proud, invited their attention to a feast of another description—bread and cheese and ale. The boys were hungry, and did full justice to the simple fare before them. ‘ Well, an’ ’ow did yer find the onld man ?’ asked the poacher; ‘wur’e scared at your not cornin’ ’ome ?' ‘ Dreadfully, he seemed to me,’ returned Ben. ‘ So he did to me,’ echoed Tom. ‘I never saw him look so strange before. -Taney said he was going mad, and I’m sure 1 thought he was, too.’ ‘Eh, ’e be getting ould and nervous,’ remarked Dan. ‘I never saw him so excited before, Ben con tinued ; ‘and I never heard him speak so strange ly. He seemed to have something on his mind, something about one particular night when we were infants.’ ‘I fancy something very extraordinary must have happened on that night, that we had some thing to do with,’ Ben went on, ‘though what it was he didn’t say.’ ‘ Ah ! ees exclaimed the poacher, reflective ly; and then added: P’r’aps it might 'abinsoom- mat about your parents.’ ‘ Oh, it couldn’t have been about them, be cause we never had any, replied Tom naively. ‘ Never !’ corroborated Ben. Balph Murdoch was not an ugly man, but in the position in which he sat, enveloped in the drapery of his cloak and with his profile exag gerated and enlarged, he made a very ngly shadow. As Dan canght sight of it as he turned from the door and watched it flickering in the fire light, he murmured to himself: ‘It do look uncommon like Old Nick.’ But the poacher was a practical, sturdy man, not given to superstitions ideas, and so dismiss ing the fancy from his mind, he seated himself upon another block of wood, opposite the new comer, and looking him in the face, waited for him to speak. TO 1JE CONTINUED. Battles Around Atlanta. EIGHTH PAPER. among whom are a considerable number of Co lonels and subordinate field officers. They are still coming in. The Yankees confess that the movement of Gen. Hardee and Wheeler was a surprise, and found an entire lack of prepara- in consequence. 1- ' «. GENERAL KHERMAN S OFFICIAL BEFORT. From his “Headquarters Military Division of Mississippi, in the field near Atlanta, July 23, 1864,” General Sherman sent the following brief report of the operations of the 22nd to General Halleck: “Y'esterdi —•Mning the enemy fell back to the intrenclmiecus oner of the city of Atlanta, which are in a general eire ••, with a radius of one and a half miles, and we closed in. While we were forming our lines, and selecting posi tions for our batteries, the enemy appeared sud denly out of the dense woods in heavy masses on our extreme left, and struck the Seventeenth Corps (General Blair) in flank, and was forcing it back, when the Sixteenth Corps (General Dodge) came up and checked the movement; THE LOST CHILD; -OK— The Wolf-Woman. THRILLING STORY OF MOUNTAINS. THE ROCKY BY W. H. B. CHAPTER X.—A NIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS — THE SECRET OF TEN YEARS. With the rescued child in his arms, and close- j Let us examine her wounds.’ ‘Come, Buffalo-Hoof,’ he shouted, ‘come, she is an Indian woman. Try and speak to her.’ The red man did as he was requested, and was answered in his nativo tongue, though with but two words— ‘Decotah—Totem—’ and she feebly raised her hand. The eyes of Buffalo-Hoof followed the direc tion of her pointing fingers, and then he stag gered as though he had received a heavy blow. ‘What did she say ? What is the matter with you ?’ asked his companion, eagerly. ‘That she belonged to my tribe.’ ‘But what made you start so?’ ‘I was thinking how near she had come to death !’ Death! Do you think there is any danger ? ly followed by the Indian, Lowell rushed back ward and upward to where the trapper was standing, cursing his luck that he had not his rifle to try another shot at the fleeing woman. ‘What good would that have done you?’ asked Lowell, ‘she is already badly wounded, and es- IfclMIOrfs of flip Battle of Atlanta I bu ^ - h ! e ?f my / S cava ^ r y Z ot wel \ to our ie , ar A cape is’impossible.’ and he briefly related what itepoi IN OI lilt «. line 01 All.tnia, I ,:nd into Decatur, and lor some hours our left | frnm .. Una nt BY SIDNEY HERBERT. On the 23d of July, 1874, the Confederate gov ernment at Richmond announced the receipt of an official telegram, at noon of that day, from Gen. John B. Hood, dated Atlanta, July 22d, and addressed to the Secretary of War, of which the following is the substance; “This army has shifted its position and was fronting on Peachtree Creek last night, and Stewart’s and Cheatham’s corps formed a line of battle around the city. Gen. Hardee made a night march, and attacked the enemy’s extreme left to-day about 10 o’clock. He drove him from his works, capturing sixteen pieces of artillery and five stands of colors. Gen. Cheatham at tacked the enemy, capturing six pieces of artil lery. During the engagement we captured about two thousand prisoners. Gen. Wheeler’s cavalry attached the enemy’s redoubts in the neighborhood of Decatur to-day, capturing his camp. Our loss is not fully ascertained. Maj. Gen. W. H. T. Walker was killed and Brigadier Generals Gist, Mercer and Smith wounded. Prisoners report that the Yankee General Mc Pherson was killed. Our troops fought with great gallantry.” SOUTHERN PRESS TELEGRAMS. A special telegram to the Savannah Republi can, dated July 22d, was headed : “More Glori ous News! The Battle Still Raging!! Nearly 4,000 Prisoners Taken !!! Gallantry of Wheel er’s Cavalry and the Georgia Militia ! !!!” Then followed this brief account of the battle: ‘The enemy surrounded the city on the north side in the form of a semi-circle, and opened fire heav- Well, ’ee can ’ave it ver own way as far as jlv with artillery, which continued until about that goes, said Dan, with a good-natured smile on his broad face, ‘but if I was to give my erpin- ion, I should say yer did; only pVapsthey died afore ’ee was old enough t’ remember ’em.’ ‘Perhaps so,’ Ben acquiesced: and then he said, ‘I don’t think John Trusty is our father, though we always speak of him as such, and call him dad.’ ‘You be right theer,’ returned the poacher; ‘he bean’t no flresh and bfood o’ yonr’n.’ 2 o'clock. Generals Hardee and Wheeler had been detached the night before by Gen. Hood, and had by this time struck the enemy’s left, making a handsome flank movement, when Gen. Hood’s old corps, under Gen. Cheatham, ad vanced from their breastworks and drove Sher man’s lines over their breastworks and more than a mile, capturing a large number of guns, flags and prisoners. The battle is not yet con cluded, Gen. Hardee still pursuing on the Fed I don’t know whether he meant onr parents j e ral flanks, having captured sixteen guns and by what he said,’ Ben went on, ‘but he spoke of his master and mistress.’ ‘ P’r’aps they was yer parints remarked Dan, stolidly, ‘P’r’aps so,’ repeated Ben; ‘but no one could have been kindei to us than dear old John. I don’t think I eonld love him better if he were reallv my father.' ‘ No more do I,’ assented Tom. ‘ N’ moor’ee ought, my boys,’ wound up Dan, ‘cos why, he has Lin a feyther an’ -mother to ’ee i—a-r> r f ‘Dear dad!’ continued Ben, afl'ectionately, ‘how dreadfully alarmed he was at our breaking out of the cage ! He says we must leave this place; that our lives are not safe while we stay in it.’ ‘ An’ dy’e mean t’ go?’ asked Dan opening his eyes very wide. " ‘ Yes I do returned Ben, unhesitatingly. ‘ So do 1 !' echoed Tom! ‘we’re both going. ‘ Wheer ?’ asked the poacher, in astonishment. ‘ I don’t know yet,’ answered Ben, indifferent ly. Somewhere, I suppose.’ * ‘ Yor’ll find it rather ’ard es, won’t yer?’ lin said Dan. ‘ I don’t know I’m sure,’ answered Ben. I only know we promised dad, and that we must go.’ The poacher looked at the lads thoughtfully— benevolently, for an instant, and murmured to himself: ‘ Poor boys ! it be a rough world they’ll ’ave to battle wi’.’ Then he said to Ben, ‘An when did ’ee think o’ bein’ orft'?’ ‘ The sooner the better,’ Ben replied. ‘Now we’re out of the cage, I think we’d better get away as quickly as we can. It wouldn’t do to be—’ Dan suddenly checked him by laying his hand upon his arm. ‘Sh !’ he whispered, hastily. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked the boys, also in whisper. The poacher made no reply, but placed his finger warningly upon his lips. The next moment a slight snapping of twigs was heard and a light footstep cautiously ap proaching; followed almost immediately by a somewhat decided and imperative knock a tthe door. Ben started up with flushed face, and looked inquiringly at Dan. Tom also started up, but his face was pale; he glanced eagerly around, as if looking for a friendly cupboard to creep into. But seeing none, he turned again to the poacher. Dan uttered not a word, but pressing his lip emphatically with his finger to enjoin strict silence, he raised a small trap door in the floor of the hut, and pointed down it. Tom eagerly advanced and descended thenar- row steps. Ben followed; the trap was closed and a box placed upon it. The knocking was then repeated, sharply. ‘ \V ho be theer ? asked Dan Dark in a drowsy tone, as though he had been just aroused from slumber. ‘ A friend,’ answered a voice that Dan did not recognize; ‘ open the door.’ Wondering who it could be, the poacher drew back the bolt, and the door swinging for ward on its hinges revealed the cloaked form of Ralph Murdoch. He was, of course, an entire stranger to Dan. Dan was also, of course an entire stranger to him. So for an instant the proprietor of the hovel and the visitor stood looking at each other. ‘ Don’t be alarmed,’ said Mr. Murdoch, at length, to the sturdy poacher, who blocked’ np the entrance with his broad shoulders; ‘the motive that brings me here is a friendly one.’ Oh, I bean’t afeared,’ returned Dan, only it be rayther late to admit strangers. Come in.’ As the poacher withdrew his form, the visitor advanced into the hut. •Close the door and bolt it,’ said the latter. Dan obeyed, and Mr. Murdoch in the mean time seated himself on a block of wood—which served a9 a stool, unloosened the fastenings of his cloak, and removed his hat, as the hat was warm. fire cast the shadow of the visitor strong- ,he wall. about twenty-five hundred prisoners. The total number of guus that we have captured and have now on hand ta is from twenty-two to twen ty-four, and nearly 4,000 prisoners. .:nd into Decatur, and for some hours our i flank was completely enveloped. “The fight that resulted was continuous until i night, with heavy loss on both sides. The en emy took one of our batteries (Murray's, of the Regular Army)that was marching in its place in column in the road, unconscious of danger. I , About 4 p. m. the enimy sallied against the di vision of General jrfirgan L. Smith, of the Fif teenth Corps, whien occupied an abandoned line of riflle trenciVsear the railroad east of | the city, and forced it back some four hundred j yards, leaving in his hands for the time two i batteries; but the ground and batteries were im- I mediately after recovered by the same troops 1 re-enforced. I cannot well approximate our I ' loss, which fell heavily on the Fifteenth and j Seventeenth Corps, but count it as three thou- j sand; I know that, being on the defensive, we ! i have inflicted equally heavy loss on the enemy, i General McP! erson, when arranging his troops about 11 a. m., and passing from one column to ' another, incautiously rode upon an ambus cade without apprehension, at some distance i ahead of his staff and orderlies, and was shot ! dead." 1 Under date of July ‘25th, and covering the ■ official reports of General Logan and General Garrard, the following report was sent to Gen. Halleck by General Sherman: “I find it difficult to make prompt report of results, coupled with some date or informa tion, without occasionally making mistakes. McPherson’s sudden death, and Logan suc ceeding to the command as it it were in the midst of battle,some confusion on our ex treme left; but it soon recovered and made sad havoc with the enemy, who had practiced one of his favorite games of attacking our left when in motion, and before it had time to cover its weak flank. AftwfUiding over the ground and hearing the varying statements of the actors, I directed General Logan to make an official re port of the actual result, and I herewith en close it: “Though the number of dead rebels seems excessive, I am disposed to give full credit to the report that our loss, though only thirty-five hundred and twenty-one killed, wounded and missing, the enemy’s dead alone on the field nearly equaled that number, viz: thirty-two hundred and twenty. Happening at that point of the line whan a flag of truce was sent in to he had heard from the lips of the child. ‘Wal,’ was the still doubting reply, ‘it may all be jest as you say, but I haint convinced yet.’ ‘And would not be if you saw her dead at your feet. ’ ‘It hain’t no kind of matter now. We’ve got their babe safe and sound, and that’s all we want.’ You take the child to its more than anxious mother, and Buffalo-Hooff and I will find the woman, and soon bring her there also.' ‘What ! hunt for her when it’s growing dark? Jest see, man, it don’t lack er half er hour of sundown. ‘That don’t matter. She is wounded, and I am not going to leave her here to die alone, es pecially after she saved my life.’ ‘Ther more fool you then,’ and continuing to grumble, he took up the little one. - We'll come out and look arter yer bones in ther morniu’. They'll be picked clean enuff, I know, long be fore that time.’ ‘Which way did the woman go?’ ‘The wolf you mean ! Wal, she jest disap peared like er flash of lightning in them ar bushes, yonder. So yer are detarmined ter go?’ ‘Yes, take that child safely home, and we will look after ourselves.’ ‘Good-bye, then,’ and the honest but super stitious trapper wrung his hands, wiped a tear trom his eye, as he thougnt of what their late would be, and hastened to fulfil his mission. As soon as he was out of sight, Lowell turned to the Indian and asked him if he would help him find the trail. From beneath his belt Buf falo-Hoof drew a tiny bag, tied with wampum strings, and having carefully cut it in twain, he gave one half to his companion, and returned the other to its former resting place. ‘Take,’ he said, -it will save you from the power of the Evil spirit.’ Willing to gratify him, the white man placed it near his heart, and motioned him to proceed. As the trapper had said, the night was swiftly coming on, and they had no time to lose. Even he, although brave to recklessness, eared not to pass the dark hours in the mountains, more es pecially after his recent indispositon. Though they soon found the trail, they did not find the object of their search. Her supe rior knowledge of the locality and hiding-places gave her the advantage, so darkness found them I gave General Logun authoritv to permit LV-IUlir, 11 LIU ucuii\ t,uw tmouuuio. Y_Tt* 11 a a i *7 i *i Wheeler’s cavalry greatly distinguished them- | temporary truce on that flank alone while our selves, carrying a line of formidable breastworks j labors and b g bt,D 8 proceeded at all others, and capturing a garrison camp equipage and ■ report of gen. logan. many cannon.” ^ Under days of Atlanta, July, 24th 1864, Gen. A general press telegram, dated Atlanta, July j John A. L ^ then in temporary command 23d, was headed: ‘Latest from the Georgia j Q f tlie ‘Arfqwn iV.uV^ijnessee’ (in place of Gen. H , .j. B: 57ci ner-, .■ « , v rep. on me" 221) made ot Wheeler s Cavalry !!. 500 \Vagons with Sup-J tRo following official report to Gan, Sherman, in response to a special order to that effect: , ... , . . , , , istil wandering; and as every step was treache- ask permission for each party to bury its dead, j ronSj LoweU w *’ s at length f orc ed to follow the advice of the Indian, and prepare to camp plies Captured !!!! Our Troops Still Pursuing Them !!!!!’ The body of the telegram read : ‘General Wheeler last evening attacked the ene my’s left in the neighborhood of Decatur, and drove them back, capturing five hundred wag ons with supplies, and a large number of pris oners. He is still pursuing them. There was very little fighting after dark yesterday. Two thousand prisoners, seventy-five commissioned officers, twenty-five pieces of artillery and seven stands of colors have deen bronght in. The losses on either side are not yet known. Ours was severe in officers. Comparative quiet reigns here this morning. There is some little skir mishing on our left.’ REPORTS OF war CORRESPONDENTS. The special correspondent (‘Eufaula’) of the Augusta Constitutionalist, under date of Atlanta, July 23d, wrote thus briefly to his paper: •General Hardee’s corps, in connection with a portion of Wheeler’s cavalry, yesterday evening turned the enemy’s left wing and drove them behind two lines of works, capturing many prisoners, small arms and cannon. The enemy were driven back about three miles. ‘This morning, owing to the configuration of the ground, General Hardee fell back to the first and main line of the enemy’s works, which he now holds. ‘We captured and brought off 4,000 prisoners, thirty-six pieces of artillery; also a number of limbers, caissons and horses, small arms, knap sacks and canteens. ‘In this brilliant affair, Hindman’s and Clay ton’s divisions of infantry and Wheeler’s cav alry are entitled to their share of credit in the capture of prisoners and artillery.’ Writing ‘from the Army of the Tennessee, At lanta, July 22d, at night,’ the accomplished and well known correspondent (F. G. de Fontaine) of the Savannah Republican, speaking from per sonal observation, gave this account of the op erations of that day: ‘A great battle Las been fonght and splendid success achieved. But the end is not yet, and for prudential reasons I do not now give you all the details. To strike Sherman in front would have been impolitic and disastrous. Gen eral Hood, therefore, determined to beat him at his own game, that is to flank his lines. ‘To this end he issued orders after nightfall for Hardee to move from his position on the cen tre and with j Wheeler’s c ivalry pr c.ed to the en emy’s right,march quickly and deal tremendous blows. His instructions were to strike about 12 o’clock noon. The movement was unavoidably delayed until 2 o’clock. Meanwhile our lines had been extended so as to fill our works, and skirmishing commenced, interspersed with al most incessant volleys of artillery. Our batter ies were massed in such manner that those por tions of the fortifications on which they were placed were impregnable. “Hardee and Wheeler, sweeping silently around the Federal left, pounced upon their flank and pressed so steadily as to bear down all opposition. Whole batteries with horses and equipments fell into our possession, fortifi cations with frowning abattis of sharpened pikes, were crossed in the teeth of a murderous fire while individual gallantry was conspicuous in the capture of flags and prisoners. Wheeler with his cavalry co-operating with Hardee, per formed deeds of valor that have removed every prejudice which unjustly has attached to their past career. Charging as infantry they drove the enemy from one of his lines of fortifications, burned a considerable amount of camp equip age, and galled their antagonist at every step. “In practical results few battles of the war have a better showing. Hardee captured from sixteen to twenty guns, and Cheatham’s corps eight or ten, besides battle-flags and regimental colors. In prisoners we cannot have less than from twenty-five hundred to three thousand,' ‘I have the honor to report the following gen eral summary of the result of the attack of the enemy on this army on the 22d inst. Total loss, killed, wounded, and missing, thirty-five hun dred and thirty-one, and ten pieces of artillery. ‘We have buried and delivered to the enemy, under flag of truce sent in by them, in front of the First Division, Seventeenth Corps, one thousand of Uieir killed. The number of their dead in front of the Fourth Division, of the same corps, including those on the ground not now occupied by our troops. Gen. Blair reports will swell the number of dead in his front to two thousand. ‘The number of dead buried in front of the Fifteenth Corps, up to this hour, is three hun dred and sixty, and the commanding officer reports that at least as many more are yet unbu- ried, burying-parties being still at work. The number of dead in i'ront of the Sixteenth Corps is four hundred and twenty-two. We have over one thousand of their wounded in our bands, the larger number of wounded being carried off during the night, after the engagement, by them. ‘We captured eighteen stands of colors, and have them now. We also captured five thou sand stands of arms. The attack was made on our lines seven times, and was seven times re- \ from feeding. There was some strange sounds very much to his disappointment, The face of the Indian girl had charmed him as none had ever done before her romantic position chal lenged him to solve the mystery—her care of him had won his gratitude. ‘Can we not go by the aid of torches?’ lie asked. ‘To tell her whom you seek where you are, so that she may avoid you ? The hunter must j wolf"s den ver ever saw not let the game know which way he is travell- g i ve it ter you,’ and h ingif he would not return to his wigwam empty- 1 ~ haaded.’ There was sense in the proposition, and the white man instantly acknowledged it by telling the Indian to find a sheltered place and build a fire. ‘Buffalo-Hoof will show the paleface a spot where the wind cannot blow its slightest breath upon him, but no light must shine therein ex cept it comes from the stars. ‘ ‘Well, as you please,* and ‘hey crawled in to a protected nook and prepared to pass the dark hours. Lowell was soon enjoying the slumber needed so much; the Indian, with far more forethought than could have been expected, having brought furs with him from the cavern, so as to protect him from the cool wind. With Buffalo-Hoof it was different. The many things he had seen for the last few days—‘things he had never dreamed of in his philosophy'—required deep thought. And when the stars began to ‘wink themselves out, ‘ he sat with his head resting upon bis knees, pondering and at the same time listening intently. Suddenly, however, he started—started, but noiselessly, as a buck lifts up its mantled head pulsed. Hood's and Hardee’s corps and Wheel er’s cavalry engaged us. We have sent to the rear, one thousand prisoners, including thirty- three commissioned officers of high rank. We still occupy the field, and the troops are in fine spirits. A detailed and full report will be fur nished as soon as completed. Recapitulation: Our total loss 3,521; enemy’s dead, thus far re ported, buried and delivered to them, 3,220; total prisoners sent North, 1017, total prisoners, wounded, in our bauds 1000; estimated loss of the enemy at least 10,000.’ On the fourth ot August, the above report, without army material modifications, was sent to Gen. Halleck, at Washington, D. C., bearing the signature of ‘W. T. Sherman, Ma jor General CommSbding,’ thus giving the highest official endorsement to Gen. Logan’s statements. They mav, therefore, be considered coming to his ears, and coming loo from a little distance. It was not the howl of a wolf—not the croaking of a bird of prey—not the sough ing of the wind—ind what could it be but a human voice? ‘Brother, ‘ he whispered in the ear of his spleeping companion, shaking him gently at the Rame time. ‘ What, is it already morning? 1 asked Lowell, as he rubbed his eyes. ‘It does not seem as if I had slept more than an hour at the longest.* ‘ Hist! hark !‘ and Buffalo-Hoof pressed his finger to his lips in token of silence and laid his ear to the ground. ‘ What is it? Did you hear anything ?‘ asked his companion anxiously. ‘Listen, your ears are younger than mine. 1 ‘ But not half as sharp. Yet I do hear some thing. By heaven ! it is a human voice ! Can it as presenting the J>?eral view, of the losses. { be possible that the trapper has fallen and in- rion VJI-inrnion in ms 4 * WPfflrt irs * flinu A „ ; >,..1 L: if 11 _ i - . . i _ n. Gen. Sherman in his “Memoirs," thus refers to the reasons why Gen.'Logan was not continued in command, as the successor, by rank, of Gen. McPherson: ‘Gen. Logan had taken command of the Army of the Tennessee by virtue of his seniority, and had done well; but I did not consider him equal to the command of three corps. Between him and Gen. [Frank P. Blair] there existed a natural rivalry. Both were men of great courage and talent, but were politicians by nature and experience, and it may be that for this reason they were mistrusted by regu lar officers like Generals Schofield, Thomas, and myself.” Gen. Thomas remonstrated warmly against the appointment of Gen. Logan, and Gen. O. O. Howard was selected as the best offi cer who was present and available for the pur pose,’ and his appointment was promptly rati fied by President Lincoln. Atlanta, April 3d, 1878. A number of the charitable Atlanta ladies are very earnestly canvassing ways and means to get the funds necessary to build a permanent Benevo lent Home in the city. The building used is not adequate to the increasing needs, and not supplied with proper conveniences. Many contributions are promised in aid of this highly deserving char-, ity; and we have no doubt the energy and perse verance of the ladies will be rewarded by the erection of » building that will be a credit to the City. Rev. John Bean, of the Methodist Episcopa Church, died in Baltimore, March 12, aged 84 years. jured hisself, or the little one? •The catcher of beaver sleeps by the camp fire, and the papoose is in the mother’s arms,* was the confident reply. ‘ Then it must be the woman we are in search of. Come, let us go. ‘ ‘It is her; but the moccasin of my pale brother must fall as light as the snow-flake,’ and the In dian cut one of the skins into strips and bound it, far outwards, around the feet of his compan ion and himself. Slowly, very slowly, and cautiously, they crept along the descending path, for it wasany- But this she would not permit. Either deli cacy or some other reason forbade her doing so, and' upon her whispering a few words to the In dian, he instantly seconded her request that she should be left alone. ‘She had already dressed her wounds,’ he said, as if in interpretation of her speech, ‘and it would only injure her to disturb them. Even ihe young among my nation early learn ot the Medicine-Man, the simples of the wood. Does my pale brother remember how she tended him, when the hot lips of the fever spirit were drying up his blood ?’ ‘Certainly; but can we find no better place for her to rest, for I presume we must remuin here until morning. Thank Heaven, that is not very distant.’ ‘And the little cave he first showed to the catcher of the beaver and the red man ?' ‘With a rifle-shot, I should say. Come, let us carry her there.’ ‘The paleface is weak—Buftalo-Hoof strong;’ and he picked her up as if she had been a little infant, and carried her down the rocky path. Once within the cave, he laid her gently on the bed, and covered her with skins. Then he lighted a tire, and found a cup, and, going abroad, gathered some roots and barks, and steeped some tea. This the wounded woman drank, and soon fell into a quiet and healthful slumber. Then Lowell began to question about her, though it was but little he could learn. She had given no account of herself, so the Indian said, but was only faint from loss of blood. In the morning she would be better. ‘And what do you think of her now ?’ asked he. •She is a—woman !’ was the puzzling answer, and it was accompanied by a still more puzzling smile. ‘Then you do not think that she is part wolf?’ ‘She is a daughter of the Dacotahs.’ T judged that you had altered your opinion, from the manner in which you treated her.’ And so it was indeed. From the very first word the wounded woman had spoken, all of fear and superstition had vanished from the mind of the Indian, and love and reverence had taken its place. No father could have been more tender to a daughter—none could have watched the breathing of a sick child more anxiously. Had Lowell reasoned upon the fact, he would have found it difficult to have under stood why so sudden a change should have ta ken place in his friend; but he also, was watch ing tbe face of the sleeper, and trying to imag ine some clue to the mystery of her being there. While they thus watched, how different had been the scene—a holy one—in the little camp by the swift-rolling river ! An hour afte ther sun had gone down, when all had given up their return until the morrow, the voice of the trap per was heard, and soon after he came bound ing into the camp. ‘ See what I’ve got!’ he said, holding up a bun dle wrapped closely in skins. 4 ‘A young wolf!’ replied Curtiss, carelessly. Wal, it orter be fer it comes from the worst u yer life. Here I’ll held it towards Mrs. Curtiss. ‘I do not want it,’she replied, shrinking back from even the name of wolf. ‘Yer don’t! Suppose yer take a look at it, and then ef yer don’t want it I’ll go throw it in inter the river.' ‘ My God ! my child !' and she snatched it from his arms, smothering it with kisses, and weeping fitfully. Thank Heaven, they were tears of joy, for at least once in her life. ‘ Tell me where you found her—tell me what has become of the rest of our friends?’ asked the father, after he too had caressed the little one, and something like order was restored. ‘Wal, it ar er long story,’ and the trapper tookcare to make it so, dwelling upon the horrors of the cavern, though forgetting to speak of his own fears. ‘But what has become of Lowell and Buffalo- Hoof?' again asked Curtiss, when he had become somewhat tired of hearing about snakes and wolves and owls and darkness. ‘ That’s more’n I kin tell. I left them to fol low ther she-devil, while I brought the baby home.’ ‘And may Heaven bless you for it,’ answered the mother, who had learned by losing it how- dear it was to her. ‘ Yes marm, I left them to follow the other trail,’ and he even blushed to feel how little he deserved her blessing. ‘But have you any idea where we can find them?’ asked Curtiss. ‘Even at this late hour we would go upon the search. ’ ‘ Wal, squire, to tell the truth, I neither know nor wanter. I have seen enough of wolf-women, and ther dens ter last me ther hull of my life.’ ‘But if they are in danger, would you not either share it or rescue them ?’ * Ef every man I knowed, wear to run his head inter a big bar-trap and have it taken off, am I ter do ther same ?’ ‘ That is hardly a fair comparison,’ laughed Curtiss. I see no reason why one should kill himself et because another has, though I can see why one friend should help another.’ ‘ It’s all tbe same thing. But it hain’t worth while ter talk about it. Better gin me somethin’ ter eat. This er trampin' over the mountings all day, makes er man as hungry as er—well, I rnought as well say “wolf” for I'll be blessed ef I think I shall ever git them out of my head again. ’ It was no bad comparison of the trapper's when he represented himself to be hungry as a wolf, for certainly that much-abnsed animal never gorged itself with less ceremony. But little at tention was given to him. He was bo'h able how ever, and willing to take care of himself, and so the tired teamsters dozed, and the father and mother learned from their returned prattler’s lips the story of her wanderings, and much to their thing but a safe one in the uncertain light; but j joy found that she had been constantly petted in every foot they advanced they could hear the sound more distinctly, and were the more con vinced that it was the utterance of human lips, wrung from them by pain. At length the Indi an paused, and pointing to a little thicket of scrubby pines, whispered: ‘She is there ! My brother can take her.’ Without waiting for another invitation, Lowell sprang up from his recumbent position and dashed forward. Not an instant too soon was he. The long-hunted had also arisen, and was striving to escape, even as his band fell npon her dress of skins. But she had suffered far too much—was too weak from the loss of blood, and tottering forward she fell into his arms. But was she witch or was she woman ? If the former, then all the wild and wonderful tales of Germany, even of heathen times, might be true. If the latter, he telt that he had never held as fairly-moulded form in his arms, or looked into eyes more crystal clear in their intense blaokness. the place of being abused, as they feared. Neither had she ever been frightened by snake or wolf —in fact, had never seen them, as they had been in an entirely different part of the cave. But she was too young to explain fully, and it requir ed all their patience to wait until the return of Lowell and the Indian—for, disguise it as they might, there were portions of the trapper’s story thut they thought very improbable, to say the least of it, •Now, squire, ef yer think Ive eat er nuff ’ be gan Fisher, when he had filled himself almost to suffocation—‘now, squire—’ Well, I should think you had eaten a suffi cient quantity for one man,’answered Curtiss, say^’ a ^ aUgb; but wbat were y°Q going to ‘Only that I’m ready to go with yer, on ther sarch, jest as soon as yer please, though I fancy jtU be a mighty difficult job until ther morn- (Continued to sixth page.)