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HAVINGentered into a partnershipin the Dreg Store
owned by Dr. Sheets, in Tyler's Building, where
thej now offer a full assortment of
Drugs, Medicines, Dye Staffs, Oils, Paints,
and great variety of fancy articles, such ae cologne,
hair oil, indelible ink, pen-xuives, combs, brushes of all
kinds, with a full assortment of
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Lower Sandusary July 14, 1349. 2 1
KEXT D00IS SOUTH OF PEISE'S TIN AXD
THE SUBSCRIBERS have opened a New Gr
ckrT in Lower Sandusky, at which will be found
" "Sugar, brown St, white, Coffeee, Tea.
. Salerulue, , White Fish, Mackerel,
Hamburg Cheese, . Cod-fish, Spice.
Pepper, . : Ginger, Nutmegs,
Nuts, different kinds, Raisous, . Tobaccos,
chewing and atnoiing, and many ether articles. Also
choice liquors. Wines and Brandies, of different brands,
waid by competent judges to be eqnal to any heretofore'
brought to the place; also, southern Ohio Whiskey, of a
superior qoalitr, which will be sold as cheap as Monroe--Tide
co an Jlicr. Also, Alcohol of the highest proof, sold
cheaper than at any other establishment in town. New
ider just received and for sale. Wo invite our frienda
mnd the people generally to fjive D a call, and trv our
"goods. SHRENK fc SHRENK.
Lower Sandusky, October I3ih. 1849.
Just Rfceircd a New and Splendid lot of
' : : t- . SUCH AS :
lackerel. Codfish, Raisons, Ginger, Pepper, Spice,
Ground Sugar and New Orleans,
Best quality of Coffee, Cheese, ITutmegs, Salceratus,
Star and Tallow Candles,
Also-- lorof JAMES MOORE'S FLOUR.
t Heap 'for Cash.
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BV THE LATX WILLIS OATLORU CLARK.
Solemn, yet beautiful to view.
Month of my heart! thou dawnest here,
With sad and faded leaves to strew
The summer's melancholly bier.
The moaning of thy wiuds I heai,
As the red sunset dies afar,
And bare of purple clouds appear,
- Obscuring every western star.
Thou solemn month! I hear thy voice;.
It tells my soul of other days,
When but to live was to rejoice,
, When earth was lovely to my gaze !
.- Oh, vision bright oh, blessed hours,
Where are their living raptures cow?
I ask my spirit's wearied powers
I ask my pale and fevered brow!
I look to nature and behold
My life's dim emblems rustling round,
In hues or crimson and of gold
The year's dead honors on the ground:
And sighing with the winds 1 feel
While their low pinions murmur by,
How much their sweeping tones reveal
' Of life and human destiny.
When Spring's delightsome moments shone,
They came in zephyrs from the west,
.They bore the wood-lark's melting tone.
They stirred the blue lake's glassy breast;
Through Summer, fainting in the heat,
They lingered ill the furest shade;
But,' changed and strengthened new they beat
In storm o'er mountain, glen and glade.
How like those transports of the breast,
When life is fresh and yy is new,
Soft as the halcyon's downy nest,
And transient all as they arc true!
They stir the leaves in that bright wieath
" Which Hope about her forehead twines,
- Till Griefs hot sigh s around it breathe,
Then Pleasure's lip its smile resigns.
Alas, for Time, and Death, and Care,
What gloom about our way they fling !
- Like clouds in Autum's gnsty air..
. . The burial pageant of Spring:
The dreaus linU each successive year
Seemed bathed in hues of brighter pride.
At lavt'like withered leaves appear.
And slrep iu darkness side by side!
The following noble pHssae occurs in 'Dies
Boreles, or Christopher under Canvass' in Black
wood s Magazine :
.North. Oh, my friunJs if this winded and
sw ift life be all onr life, what a mournful taste have
we had of a possible happiness! We h;tve as it
were from some cold and dark edge of a bright
world just looked in and been plucked away again !
Have we come to experience pleasure by fats and
(rlimpses, but intertwined with pain, burdesome la
bor, with weariness, and with indifference? Have
we come to try the solace and joy of a warm, fear
less, ana connamg aiiection, 10 De men cuiiiea or
blighted by bitterness, by seperation by change of
heat, or by the dread sunderer of loves Death?
Have we found the gladness and the strength of
knowledge.when some rays of truth flashed in upon
our souls, in the midst of error and uncertainty, or
amidst continuous,necessiated,umnstructive avoca
tions of the Understanding and is that all! Have
left in fortunate hours the charn of the Beautiful,
that invests, as with a mantle the visible creation,
or have we found ourselves lifted nbove the earth
by sudden npprehension of sublimity! Have we
had Unconciousness of such feelings, which seem
ed to us as if they might themselves make up a life
almost an angel's life and where they 'instant
come and instant gone? Have we known the(
conselation of Doing Right, in the midst of much
that we have done wrong, and was that also co
ruscation of a transient sunshine. Have we lifted
up our thoughts to see Him who is Love, Light,and
Truth and Bliss ; to be in the next instant plunged
into the darkness of annihilation ? . Have all these
things been but flowers that we have pulled by the
side of a hard and tedious way, and that after
gladdening us for a brief season with hue and col
or, wither in our bands, and are like ourselves
Judge Collamer. In order to give our readers
some idea of the private character of Mr. Collamer,
we will relate a little incident that occurred but a
short time ago. A young man who had business
relations with the judge found himself, by the force
of adverse circumstances, in a fair way to lose two
thousand dollars cash.unless some friend came to his
relief. Imagine his surprise and gratitude when
Judge Collamer himself, entirely unsolicited, came
forward and saved him from the dilemma. The
young man said 'Judge, 1 never can repay you.'
Very well,' . replied the judge, 'if you never
should when you get as old as I am, if you have
the chance, do the same to some oilier young man..'
Thb way to Win. At one of the anniversaries
of a Sabbath school in London, two little girls pre
sented themselves to receive a prize, one of whom
had recited one verse more than the other, both had
learned several thousand verses of Scripture. The
gentleman who presided enquired :
'Ann, couldn't you have learned one veree more,
and thus have kept up with Martha?'
. 'Yes, sir,' the blushing child replied ; 'but I lov
ed Martha, and kept lack on purpose!'
And was there not one of all the verses you liave
learned,' again inquired the president, that taught
you this lesson ?'
'There is, sir,' she answered, blushing still more
deeply. ' 'In honor preferring one another.'
More forcible than elegant. Bishop Chase,
told his congregation a short time since, in one of
his sermons, 'that there was among his female au
ditors, corset-boards sufficient to shingle a hog-pen.'
Instead of saying a man runs on his own hook,
the phrase is now more elegantly rendered, by say
ing, "He progresses on his personal curve."
FREMONT, OCTOBER 20, 1849.
" WILD BILL."
We copy from the August No. of Sartain's Mag
azine, a passage from a Tale of the Revolution by
a Mr. Wiley, of North Carolina, which has been
denouncsd from Mason and Dixon's line to the
Gulf of Mexico as an 'abolition document, of the
worst sort. We publish it that our readers may
know what constitutes an 'abolition document
'WTild Bill is a fugitive slave, and meets a young
couple in the woods, when the Tale thus proceeds:
The wild man was at first sight, an ordinary
looking negro, whose face, tho' not entirely black,
denoted unmixed blood, and whose features had an
expression more intellectual than ferocious. An
old hunter, however, would instantly have known
him to be a man of the woods, for his skin had that
reddish-brown, rusty hue, which constant expos
ure to the weather produces, and there was about
his looks and gait an undefinable air that showed
an untamed and untamable nature. He was rath
er low of stature, but stoutly formed, with great
depth and breadth of chest, and a naked arm of im
mense size, and almost as hard as ivory. '
'You gaze hard at me,1 continued he, addressing
himself to Walter; 'but it's natural, for I've no
doubt you've heard a great deal about me. What's
the last news?
'News about what?' asked Walter.
'About me- Wild Bill ? have I done anything
lately?' - '
You ought to know better than I,' answered
Walter. 'You know when and how you commit
ted a most brutal and barbarous murder lately.'
'I don't know to which one you allude,' said the
negro. 'I've doiie so much of that business lately,
that I hardly know the names of all the cases.'
'You seem to make yourself merry at the recol
lection of it," replied WTalter, stepping back and
slightly raising his gun.
'Come young man, don't disturb yourself,' repli
ed Wild Bill; 'I understand you and you, may as
well put down your gun. Would you shoot me ;
kill me in cold blood ?'
'I will not kill you if you'll surrender,' said Wal
ter 'md let me deliver you up to justice.'
'To justice!' exclaimed the negro, his wild laugh
startling his listeners. 'You deliver me up to jus
tice! Do you know what you are talking about?
Don't you know what justice is ? Don't you know
that it is the will of the strong? the instrument by
wh'u h great folk oppress and rob, and beat down
the poor and weak? hah, justice!' cried he with a
scornful look and tone, 'how I hate to hear a cant
ing hypocrite use that word.'
'I know it is often misapplied,' said Walter, 'but
that is no reason why a murderer and robber should
not be hanged.'
'And who will hang him,' asked the negro; 'the
liars, thieves and murderers, who rob mankind of
their rights, and make laws to sanctify their crimes ?
Young man, my hands are rough and hard, but
there is no smell of innocent blood upon them; my
skin is dark and ugly, but my soul is whiter than
that of the whitest judge who sits upon the bench.
VThat have I done ? what is my crime, that I must
be an outcast and an outlaw, hunted trom swamp
to swamp, with a whole nation for my enemies, and
not a human soul to speak to me in the language
'What have you done ?' exclaimed Walter; 'why,
robbed and murdered peaceable and unoffending
people, turning your hand against every man, and
making for yourself enemies of all mankind.' i
'Let the great God of heaven and earth crush
me this instant, if the guilt of a single murder or
robbery lies heavy on my soul !' cried Bill.
'Then you are grofitly belied,' said Walter.
'And so is he they call the Devil,' replied Wild
Bill; 'mankind are fond of laying all their sins up
on some hated scapegoat. Young man you know
little of this world, and when you come to know it,
your honest heart will sicken. Here am I, an un
offending, lonely creature, living on wild fruits and I
the beasts of the forest, molesting no one, taking no
part in the affairs of men, and desiring only to live 1
in the wild woods, a free man; and yet, for that
very reason my name has become a bugbear to
frighten children and old grannies, and a thousand
weapons are aimed at my heart. And who are
my enemies? who are my judges? where are the
red men who onee roamed these woods in freedom ?
Swept away, root and branch, by those who are
after me with the vengeance of the law ! These
woods, and rivers, and towns, and swamps, and
fields, belonged to another race; a race that never
visited foreign lands, and never carried civilization j
and death to foreign nations. But the pale faces j
and their red laws came here, and where are how
the poor savages whom the christians came to
bless ? Their bones are strewn with the dead logs
of the forest and the swamp, and their souls are all
gone to the Indian's heaven! And what did they
get for their hunting grounds here ? The swrord
and the bayonet, the justice of the white man!'
'There is some truth in that,' said Walter coler
ing. 'I've often thought of the injustice done to
the Indian, and sometimes fancy that their blood
will spring avengers to curse the land which has
so freely been watered by it.'
'And will not the wrongs of another colored race,
call for vengeance also?' asked the negro. 'Is the
Indian who died on his native hills to be pitied and
no tear shed for the poor African who is torn from
his home, his wife, children and kindred, and drag
ged in chains, like if condemned criminal, beyond
the sea, to be beaten and driven like the brutes?
Who is God and where is he?' continued the
negro, his nostrils dilating and his chest heaving:
'does he not sit in heaven and mark the unexpress
ed wailings, the inward prayers and the heart-sickness
of those thousands of thinking, rational and im
mortal souls, whom the white men drive and beat
as they do their oxen and horses? Do you know
that the negro as well as the white man has nn un
dying spirit that looks to heaven, and that it will
there meet it's master's as an equal at the bar of
God? Afasler! God only is my master I'
'Our English ancestors did all this,' replied Wal-
There have been persons not unlike Wild Bill of the
text. From the earliest times there have been, in east
ern Carolina, remarkable runaway slaves, who lived in
cives in the sand, and in swamps; and the exploits and
crimes and stratagems of these black heroes have been,
mid are still, tonics of wondering, and sometimes fearful
interest, t the funilv firnsiik.
The swamps especmlly, are full of such characters;
and some ye:irs ago, when the great Dismal Swamp
caught fire, hihI burned for several wt-cks. many (inhere
wild tenants of the wilderness, were driven frnin Ih-'ir
hiding places. It i said that one wnma'i wh'i had run
off when uite young, returned to her master with a large
family of children.
JL WJLJ JUJ IVJL i
ter, 'and I and my people are not responsible for it
Slavery is now a condition of society, and it cannot
be helped; in fact the negroes are better off than
they would be, if they were all set free.'
'am better off free, and wo be to the man that
attempts to take me,' returned Wild Bill.
'Your master has a right to you, and would be
justified in killing you, if you would not surrender,'
'My master !' cried the negro : 'young man, who
is your master ?'
'No man,' answered Walter.
'Not even the king?' asked the negro.
'Yes; that is, he is my sovereign, and I owo him
'And aint there a talk of throwing off this alle
'The people complain of his ministers,' replied
'And do they not complain of oppression and
tyrranny ?' asked Wild Bill
'They do, and they do it justly !' answered Wal
ter. 'And if the people were to unite to throw off the
royal yoke and have a government of their own,
wouldn't you join them ?'
'Now sir, can )'ou blame my people if they unite
to throw off the yoke of their masters ?'
'The case is altogether different,' said Walter.
'In the first plaee, they couldn't do it, and therefore
it would be useless bloodshed ; in the second place
we are two distinct nations living in the same coun
try, and one or the other must be masters of it.
The Americans only wish to dissolve their connex
ion with a distant country; you wish to destroy a
nation. We are for your own good and ours, obli
ged to keep you in bondage for the present, and
we are justified by the laws of God and man., Iv'e
no doubt that some day our people will do the best
they can for the negroes and try to set them free,
when they can do so consistently with the safety
of the whites and the welfare of the blacks. But
if you excite an insurrection you will be guilty of
the horrible crimes caused by a civil war, and you
will rivet the chains of your race for a century long
er. I believe all, or nearly all, the white people
feel deeply the responsibility resting on them, and
are truly sorry for the condition of the negroes;
they are their best friends, I mean the masters.
Thor,e white scamps, with black hearts and forked
tungs, who go about prating about the horrors of
slavery, and trying to cause rebellions, are the
worst enemies of the human race; they are seek
ing their own individual interests, and care no more
for the blacks than they do for the whites, and
would sacrifice both to gain their ends.'
'I have nothing to do with them,' said the negro,
'I was only talking of our right to rebtL'
'You have no right to rebel unless you have rea
sonable hopes of success,' replied Walter; 'and if
you rebel when there is no possible chance for you,
you are a wholesale assassin, a pirate, and as such
will be judged by God and man.' ,
'You argue your side well,' said Wild Bill, smil
ing. 'I did not think to find an unpracticed youth
so expert with the weapons of logic'
'I can return your compliment,' replied Walter,
looking curiously at the negro. 'I've been sur
prised to hear such language from'
'From a negro !' exclaimed Wild Bill with an
equivocal laugh. 'I know very well what you mean,
and you need not apologise. My people were the
lowest barbarians iu Africa; they have been slaves
here; and are, I know it well, vastly inferior to the
whites. It is the mode of life that has caused this ;
we are all one people children of one common fa-;
then My mother was a pet slave and tolerably J
well educated. I was thought to be smart when j
a boy, and my mother and my young master took
great pains in teaching me. May God rest their
souls in heaven!'
'Your young master!' cried Walter. 'I thought
you had no master.'
I was living in the past just then ; the good old
times that are past were before me. But as I was
going to say, I was carefully instructed until I was
twenty. I read all my young all the books
of my master's son, and I've been, for years past, a
reader of nature and a thinker. I can read and
write, too; and, would you believe me? I write
verses and set them to music. You smile, my lit
tle friend," continued the negro, turning to Utopia
'It seems strange to you that the bloody Wild Bill
should be a musician. Folks when I am dead and
gone, will tell long and terrible stories about me
they will tremble at the very mention of my name ;
and yet as my master, God, can witness, my heart
yearns with the feelings, the hopes and fears, and
sentiments that burn iu the bosom of this innocent
girl. I'm a great, ugly looking monster, ain't I,
'1 don't know, sir,' said the girl blushing, smiL
ing, and hanging her head.
'I know 1 look so,' continued ; Wild Bill ; 'but
both of you shut your e)Tes and listen to my song
and see if it sounds like that of a robber.'
The negro insisted on Walter's obeying his wish,
just to see what opinion he would form of him from
the mere sound of his voice; and the lad amused
at the request, covered his face with his hands as
did also Utopia while both listened with eager cu
riosity. They were not long in suspense ; nor could they
realize that they were in the presence .of a wild
man of the woods, as, with a voice full of feeling
and pathos, tnd to an air plaintive and tender, he
sang words which though simple, and even rude,
embodied, like all negro songs, a wild and melan
choly tradition, and breathed, on that account, a
sentiment homely, but touching and sad.
'Stop Her!" Some organs have no stops, like
the Italian organs, that will go on for hours with
out a stop ; and then again there is the celebrated
organ of speech in woman, which is acknowledged
to be the greatest organ in the world, and which
has now been going on for aijes without the slight
"Thou shalt not covet," saith HJy Writ. Yet
there are two tilings a man may seek for and most
earnestly covet, without wrong to the command
ment; the love of a pure hearted, intelligent wo
man, and a good library.
Soloque, the bl ick Emperor of Hayti, we see
it Stated, has forwarded $33,000 to London, to
purchase a crown for his woolly head. The sen
ate fixed his salary at 150,000 but subsequently
added $50,000 for 'pin inonoy,' for the empress,
1 v 0
Ur The following are the beauiifnl words of a new
Song, by Judge Meek, of Alabama, which we commend
to the attention of some of our western composers.
The golden howl is brocen.
That held love's rosy wine;
The last fond words are spoken,
That hailed thee once as mine:
We're fated now to sever,
Yet on the land or sea,
By day or night, forever
My heart will Kneel to thee!
Though the gilden bowl be broxen,
My heart will sueel to thee.'
The silver chord is silent,
That thrilled beneath thy hand;
As in some desert island,
Amid my hopes I stand!
But yet where'er I wander,
Thy beauty I shall see,
And as the past I ponder.
My heart will Kneel to thee.
Though the silver chord is silent,
My heart will kneel to thee! .
Oh! each imperfect token
Is vain my love to tell;
Though the golden bawl be broken,
And the silver chord as well; .
Fond memoiy will cherish
The dreams so dear to me,
And till each pulse shall perish,
My heart will kneel to thee!
Though the golden bowl be broKen,
My heart will kneel to thee.
Crossing the Alps in a Balloon.
We stated the fact in our synopsis of the foreign
news, a lew days ago, that M. Arban, the r renoh
aeronaut, ascended in a balloon from the Chateau
des Fleurs, (the Vauxhall of Marseilles) at half past
6 o'clock in the evening of the 2d September, and
allirmted at the village of Pion Forte, near Turin,
the following morning, at half past 2 o'clock, hav
ing accomplished the distance, about 400 miles in
8 hours. The interesting particulars of hia voy
age, related by M. Arban himself, in the Marseilles
papers, are as lollows: X Y. Lxpress.
"I ascended from the Chateau des Fleurs on
Sunday evening, the 2d inst, at 6 oclock. At 8
I was over the wood of EsteretL, a height of 4,000
metres. The air was cold, but dry ; my contri-
grade thermometer marked 4 degrees below zero.
The wind was south west, and sent me over Nice.
For nearly two hours I was surrounded by very
dense clouds, my cloak no longer sufficed to keep
me warm ; I suffered much from cold leet . 1 nev
ertheless, determined to proceed and traverse the
Alps fitom which I knew I was not far distant.
my provision of ballast was enough to raise me a
bove the highest peaks. The cold gradually in
creased, the wind became steady, and the moon
lighted me like the s".n. I was at the foot of the
Alps; the snows, cascades, rivers, all were spark
ling; the ravines and rocks produced masses of
darkness, which served as shadows to the gigantic
picture. The wind now interrupted the regulari
ty of my course. I was occasionally obliged to
ascend, in order to pass over the peaks.
I reached the summit of the Alps' at 11 o'clock,
and as the horizon became clear, and my course
regular, I began to think of supping. I was now
at an elevation of 4600 metres. It was indispens
ably necessary for me to pursue my journey, and
reach Piedmont Chaos only was under me, and
to alight in these regions was impossible. Aftet
supper, I threw my emty bottle into the snow be
neath where, possibly, some adventurous traveller
will one day find it " At 1-J- in the morning I was
over Mount Misso, which I knew, having explored
it in my first journey to Piedmont There the
Durance and the Po take. their source I reconnoit
ered the position, and discovered the magnificent
plains of the mountain. Before this certainty a
singular optical delusion, occasioned by the shin
ing of the moon on the snow, was like to make me
think myself over the open sea, But as the north
west wind had not ceased to blow, I was convinced
by this fact, as well as by others that I had notic
ed that I could not be over the sea. The stars
confirmed the accuracy of my compass, and the ap
pearance of Mount Blanc satisfied me that I must
be . approaching Turin.'
Mount Blanc to my left, on a level with the top
of which I was, beingr far above the clouds, resem
bled an immense block of crystal sparkling with a
thousand fires. Ata quarter to three, Mount v tso,
which was behind me, proved to me that I was in
the neighborhood of Turin. , I determined to alight
which I did without any dificulty, having ballast
enough to go much further. I slighted near a
farm yard, where I was surrounded by ' several
watch dogs from whose caresses I was protected
by my cloak. Their barking awakenfd the peas
ants, who were more surprised than friohtened at
seeing me. They admitted me to their house; in
formed me that it was half past two, nnd that I
was in the village of Pion Forte, near Slubina, six
kilometres from Turin . ,
I passed the remainder of the night in the farm
house; and in the morning the peasants accompa
nied me to themnyor. who delivered me a certificate,
attesting my arrival, A-c. A fter packing up my
balloon arrd car, I spt out for Turin, where I arriv
ed at 9 in the morning. I immediately sat down
to write to the director of the chateau des Fleurs.
in order to releive the anxiety of my wife, friends
and the Marseilles public who mip-ht be interested
about me. I then repaired to M. Bois le Comte,
the French embassador, who gave me a passport.
At eleven the same morning, I attended the church
of la Madre di Dio, where a funerel service was
performed in honor of Charles Albert's death. This
ceremony was followed bv a review of the national
guard. In the evening, I went to the Theatre d'
Angennes, where Sigior played Louis XT. I could
hardly believe that the evening before I was at
the Chateau des Fleurs at Marseilles, 140 leagues
Wise men are instructed by reason; men of less
understanding by experience; ,the most ignorant
by necessity ; and the beast by nature.
A simp1e country lady hearing that a nephew
of hers had been rm'le Bachelor of Arts, said
she never liked artful persons, and that these art
ful bachelors sometimes played the deuce with the
Lynch Law in Louisiana '
A correspondent of the "Delta," writing' froni'
w lukcuui ui uuuisitMiH, relates tne luuowiujf sum- -
roary proceeding to rid a certain neighborhood of
an obnoxious citizen. Sam Adam the herrJk Was '
a grazier, and had accumulated 8 large amount of -'
property by means not the most honest So well,
however,were his schemes of villainy eoncocted,
that he always managed to escape legal restraint
or penalty, ana a receni instance oi mis Mina naa
produced in the minds of the neighbors of Adams, -the
conviction that he was too smart for them and
t-,n Inn : - - . ; . i '. . "
PIid naaa ht.d f li fY i '-O KfllAVO t ( Kd a Git nnH
for the action of Judge Lynch, whose jurisprudence
had not been invoked in that country for years.
A meeting was held in ' the woods, and a band of
Regulators was organized, wliose duty it was to rid
the country of Adams. - Among those who most
strongly aenouncea Adams, was a Drotuer wno naa -followed
him to the country, but had been reupdi-
at.er hu liim rPlite kmn. hurt tYin aAdttinnal mri
tive of a strong personal interest to get rid of Ad- "
ams. xie pussesseu cne secret mai oam Aaams
had never been married to his?- wife, and his chuV 1
dren could not, therefore, inherit his large proper-' '
ty- . 0- '" ' z' J
The Regulators 'accordingly, says the narrator '
met at this spring, from which we have just drank.
They were twelve in number, and each one had '
his rifle. After making the necessary preparations,
they proceeded by a by path which would bring
them to Adam's house, without being seen but for -
i j . . t - . ,i i- - y -
a owl b uisbanvc
Adams was sitting on the bars of his cow pen
superintending the branding of some cattle. Hia
quick eye pereeived the approach of the Reguhv '
tors, and he had just time to hallo to his halt-wit- ;
ted brother to bring him his gun, when his ene
mies were upon him. - And hia body was Covered
by twelve unerring rifles. -
Down upon your knees, Samuel Adams,' cried ;
out the captain, for you have but a few minute to
live.' " : ' '
With an unblanehed coiintenace and steady eye,
Adams gazed upon his foes; and breaking out in
to a loud laugh, exclaimed. ,
'Well boys, that is a good joke; you certainly
ain't serious about shooting a fellow down in this '
way?'- " - - '
'We are,' responded the Regulators,
'Then heres a chance for you!' and with extra
ordinary quickness and agility, Adams leaped from
the bars and ran towards his house, endeavering to .
cover himself by the fence.' ; .
Crack, crack! bang, bang! went the rifles of the
Regulators in quick successioa Adams stagger
ed; he fell to the ground; but still dragged him-,
self onward, and held out his hands, as if to grasp ,
something. It was the rifle with which his half
witted brother was hurrying towards him. They
were but a few feet apart when another voUey was
fired by the Regulators, and the two brothers roll-'
ed upon the ground. The half witted, howeverj'.
being only wounded, raised himself and fired the
gun towards the Regulators, slightly wounding one,
of them. ,
Adams was found perfectly dead. His body,
was taken into the house, where it was delivered
to his terror stricken wife and children, by whom
alone his death was mourned. To them the matt
of fraud and blood had been ever true and kind
and for many a day did they weep over his eruel
death. . ' - .' -
The Regulators, after ' .completing the object ot
their organization, took to the woods. Warrants
were issued for their arrest, and the sheriff scour
ed the woods in search of them: But it was in
vain. The whole neighborhood justified the act;
and protected its perpetrators. Emboldened by
a knowledge of this fact, the principal Regulators
at last delivered themselves up for trial ' That tri
al was the greatest mockery of justice that ever oo
curred in this country. The counsel for the de
fence assumed and maintained that the murder of
Adams was justified by his- desperate character
and great cunning, which enabled him to cheat all
his neighbors, and commit outrageous crimes with
impunity. He was, they said, a public nuisance,
which had to be abated by the people--a wild
beast that continually disturbed the peace and safe
ty of the community, could only be got rid of ia
the way in which the accused had disposed of him.
This defence was approved by the jury who
... , . A i. mi n 1-
Drought in a verdict ot not gunty. j.ne regula
tors became regular heroes in the .community, all
except the brother of the deceased Adams, who
was regarded with genural dislike, and who was
disappointed in his expectations, of inheriting Ad
ams' property by the cunning of the latter, who
had got an act of legitimation pasted by the Leg
islature, by which his children were rendered his
lawful heirs. . . . .. . ., '4
Thus perished a man, who was killed, as my in
formant gravely declared, with an apparent belief
in the justice and equity of the act, 'because he
was too suaart for his neighbors and the law ,
The Apple Chop of Western N. Y. This year
the apple crop is almost an entire failure, both in
respect to quantity and quality. Orchards that
have borne year after year hundreds of bushels of
fair large & sound apples, will this year not produce
50 bushels; and tho few there are small, wormy
and unsouncL Rochester American!
A Singular Obituart. The Athens Messen
ger gives the following obituary notibe of a deceas
ed citizen of that county : 7 ' ; ' ;
"He was the father of eleven Sons five married
five sisters. He h id also 133 grand children and
at his fuueral, two weeks ago last Sabbath, two
horses were stung to death by bees, and another
one came near losing; his life by the same means !"-
A most remarkable man truly!
The Jersey buckwheat crop has escaped the
frost and promises abundance. Corn and potatoes;
in the neighborhood of Mount Holly, exceed any
thing of the kind heretofore grown. . From, fifteen
hundred to thousand bushels are excepted to be
dug by several farmers, one who cannot ; dig
a thousand is considered below par. , .
Bribsrt. The Union proved yesterday, to its
entire satisfaction, that Mr. Ewing promised to give
away one of the offices for the consideration of
three hundred dollars in the shape of house-rtni.
The Union has only to prove which it no doubt
can that Mr. Ewirig robs hen-roosts and sucks
eggs, and it will have accomplished its mission, i i
so far, at least, as that Cabinet minister is concerned.
. . Wash. Republic.
The Cholera has extended itself to many parts
of France, and has also made its appearance ia
Switzerland. The disease prevails in Paris, but
not to any great extent It has now raged there
during a period of six months, and has carried off
eighteen thousand six hundred and eleven persons
which exceeds by wo hundred the deaths from
disease in . ; ; "i