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Sin and Redemption : A' Series of Sermons,
to which is added an Oration on Moral Free
dom. By D. N. Sheldon, I). 1). New
York . Sheldon, Lamport & Blaketnan.
These sermons, preacSfed to his people not
long since, hy Rev. Dr. Sheldon of the Elm
Street Baptist Church, appear under the above
title in a book of 332 pages. The doctor is an
independent, bold reasoner on matters of theol
ogy ; and these sermons, when originally de
livered, elicited considerable discussion both in
public prints and social circles. The ideas en
tertained of his position in regard to certain
principles of theology, considered by some as
the only orthodox view, were of course very
meagre, and much apprehension prevailed in
the minds of those who had not heard the ser
mons from his lips. For this and other rea
sons, we must say we are glad he has given
them to the public in the present form. The
following are the subjects treated upon : The
Being of God shown from his Works—The
Creation of Man in the Divine Image—The
Temptation and Fall—The threatened Death—
connection between the sin of Adam and the
sinfulness of his posterity examined—The na
ture of Sin—IIuw Christ was made Sin—flow
men are made righteous by Christ—Bearing
aios and sacrifice, &c.
We can but admire the independence of
thought exhibited on every page of this work,
although we may not fully agree with the
writer in all his positions. We like the spirit
that pervades it. For instance, in the preface,
lie says : “J have no sympathy with the timid
ity which may deter any Irom an open declara
tion of their views, because these views may
be thought to conflict with an accrcdiled stand
ard of orthodoxy. Though numbering myself
with the orthodox, so called, on the sub
ject of the Divinity of our Lord, and on other
subjects, I must yet disavow altogether the
binding authority of any extra-scriptural defi
nitions and statements of orihodoxv. The on
ly orthodoxy I venerate i3 truth, and what may
be shown to have the marks of truth. What
is held as fundamental truth in ethics must not
be contradicted by anything in our theological
systems.” Fur sale bv Wm. B. Stearns.
The Hunter’s Feast: or, Conversations
around the Camp-fire. Bv Capt. Mayne
Reid. New York : DeWitt & Davenport.
We do not recollect to have ever met with a
book which gives such vivid and soul-stirring
pictures of the wonderful and terrible adven
tures of a Western Hunter’s and Trapper’s
life, as are presented in this evidently truthful
narrative. A party of six gentlemen, with
their guides, all well versed in hunter life, start
from St. Louis, west, into the grtal prairie, on
a hunting expedition ; in the course of which
they themselves not only engage in many thrill
ing exploits, but as they bivouac for the night,
each one around the camp-fire relates what of
the wonderful and marvellous has befallen him
in former hunting expeditions. We have re
cently published ttvo of the stories hererelaled,
vix: “The Deer Hunt in a Dug-Out,” and
“The Pigeen Hunt with a Howitzer,” frtrm
which our readers may judge somewhat of the
character of the work. We also publish this
week another thrilling story from the same
work, entitled “A Battle with Grizzly Bears.”
ft is x book peculiarly suited to amuse both old
and young. Fur sale by W. B. Stearns.
Kate Weston : or, To Will and to Do. By
Jennie DeWitt. Illustrated. New York:
The authoress of this work is tire daughter
of the celebrated Dr. Dowling of Philadelphia,
to whom it is dedicated. She treats her sub
ject, though not a novel one, in a very sensible
and practical manner, and writes in such a
style as to fix the attention of the reader from
the commencement to the close. We tliink the
book marks the advent of one in the fields of
literature, who is destined not only to adorn it,
but also to be the means of doing much goud
with her ready pen. Fur sale at Stearns’.
The Knickerbocker Magazine for January
has been received.
For the Eastern Times.
The Naval Retired List.
The editor of the Tribune has come out with
another article on this, to him, painful theme,
and attempted a cudgeling of your humble cor
respondent, for condemning his previous arti
cles against the action of the board. He in
dulges freely in such expressions as “lament a
•bly ignorant,” “tvofully mistaken,” and the
like, as arguments in opposition to our state
ment that the Naval board was created by act
of congress ! and that it perlormed its un
thankful task with an eye solely to the good
of the navy itself, and the country at large.
Whether the charge of being “trofnlly mis
taken," comei with a good grace from the ed
itor, when he denies that the army ever un
derwent a similar reduction, is a matter I leave
lo the records of the war department.
He vebemenliy and spitefully contradicts
the fact,—which others know besides him and
myself,—“that ‘bright buttons’ have been seen
issuing intoxicated from dens of iniquity in
our large cities,” yet in the same breath ad
mits that there were some hard drinkers among
them. 'Would that he Had the candor to ad
mit that there are fewer now than previous to
the action of the late Naval board. Whal
folly it is to deny what every one knows, viz :
that the U. S. navy rifeeded a killing off of the
The editor states that he was “three years
connected with the service.” I know not ir
what situation he was placed that he could nol
see as well as others, how grossly degenerate
many officers of the service had become. The
writer of this was also connected with our na
val service for some three or four years, anc
although he may not have been so intimately
^ jBtmtid.af auir Central |Iclus-^n create «f (Bijaal |liglits.
vol. x._ BATH, THURSDAY MORNING, JANUARY 10, 1856. ' no so.
connected with the dropjicd officers as the edi
tor of the Tribune, he saw and heard enough
to convince the greatest sceptic that they were
a detriment to the service. The majority of
our naval officers are ai^complished gentlemen
and thorough seamen. These we rejoice to
find, are retained, and by the removal of the
incompetent, have now a chance for promotion
and preferment. Lieut. Maury, who has been
in effect furloughed for many years, the editor
of the Tribune has admitted, “is disabled and
unfit for sea duty.” Then he should no long
er stand in the way-of others' promotion. He
has been placed where ho can do much more
for his country than in active sea duty on a
frigate's deck. Com. Boatman and others
have been placed on the reserved list, on full
wailing orders pay,—in the neighborhood of
$3000 a year,—enough, 1 repeat, to support a
gentleman as respectably as he has a right to
The editor denies that he has any relations
or personal friends among the furloughed offi
cers, who have induced him to cry baby in
their behalf. We can only judge from his
words and acts, and personal interest or po’ili
cal prejudice can plainly and everywhere be
seen sticking its long ears from beneath the
lambskin disguise. 1 delight to see a man
candid in opposition to a measure, if .never so
wrong, for, as Walter Scott makes Sir Ilcnry
Lee say, in “Woodstock,” “were a man of
the Devil's opinion in religion and old Nolls
in polities, he were better open it full cry,
than deceive by hunting counter, or running a
I have done with the editor and this subject,
for the old adage says—
“ Convince a man against his will,
He's of the same opinion still.’’
Hut of one thing he may rest assured. The
acticn of the Naval board is approved by the
people, who have been so long calling for re
form, and the dropped officers will stay
“dropped,” w ith the exception of cases w here
error may have crept into the decision of the
board, and those cases are so rare, I doubt if
scarce any can he found. We therefore ad
vise him to save his tears, and wipe up those
of his friend. *
The New York Commercial Advertiser
publishes a letter from a correspondent, on
board an American vessel, at Constantinople,
dated Nov. £0,front which we copy the fol
Since the fail of Sebastopol many of the
ships of war, both French and English, have
been sent home. The lortner carry home the
remnant of the soldiers who first went to the
Crimea, more than a year ago. From all ac
counts the majority of those sent home aro in
bad health, and nut able to endure the hard
ships and suffering of another winter campaign
in the Crimea.
They have plenty of work Gor the soldiers.
As to the English, they have not a supera
bundance of tnen, but still, wc were told a
few days since, that England had determined
to bring Uncle Sain to his bearings, in regard
to Cuba, and a variety of other misdemeanors,
and that Napoleon, too, wished to put his fin
ger in ihe pie. For several days it was re
ported that American vessels could not leave
for the Mediterranean, and that at the desire
of the allies ihe Turkish government would
not give any American vessels firman to pass
the Dardanelles. A variety of such reports
have been circulated, and believed, too, by a
large number of people here. The Turks,
however, have a very good idea of the strength
of the Yankee nation. The largest trans
ports in the service of the allies are American,
and from these they have formed Hieir opin
ions. The boatmen, whose ideas have been
influenced entirely liy the size of the large ]
clipper ships, winch during the past year have
been lying in this harbor, say “Bono Ameri
cano,” and tossing up their arms in the most
expressive manner, exclaim, “Grande, Amer
The occupation of Turkey, particularly
Constantinople and the vicinity of the Bospho
rus and Dardanelles, by the allies, is so com
plete that the Turks feel very uneasy. They
tind themselves hi a bad predicament. Their
would-be friends are worse than enemies.—
They have become fully aware of their inferi
ority, but do not at all relish the manner in
which they are treated. ,
The unfriendly feeling betweA the French
' and English here has also been the cause of
great uneasiness to them. For in case of rup
ture between them, both parties would refuse
to relinquish their foothold. France would
I not go, and England, bull-dog like, would
strive to hold on as long as France.
. In a Minority, after all!
After all tlie boasting of the republican par
ty, it appears they are in a minority in the
House of Representatives at Washington.—
Horace Greeley, in a letter of the 15th ult.,
from Washington to his paper, speaks of a se
rious defection in his parly in the House, and
savs : “Many members elected as anti-Ne
braska were never hearty in the cause, and
are now wholly fallen away from it. They
may profess w hat they please ; the country
will judge them by their acts.” He desires
the country to understand “most distinctly,
that there is not a real majority in the House
opposed to the principle and the policy embodied
in Douglas' Nebraska lull.’’
The N. Y. Herald says the black republi
can Seward party are in a decided minority in
Congress, and presents the following fair
“ Mr. Banks is a man of popular manners,
and of conceded parliamentary experience and
ability. Such a man must have made his im
pression upon individuals, and have enlisted in
his behalf considerable personal sympathy and
, aid. But with all this, in connection with the
material fact that he had been chosen as the
. standard bearer of the great central black re
publican phalanx, commanded by Wm. H.
Seward in person ; that he was aided by the
most adroit of our political managers, his
highest vote has not exceeded 107. There
are in a full house—
National men 127
It is not possible to secure a full attendance.
The largest vote so far was 226 :—
For Banks ' 107
All others , 119
Here.is a majority of twelve against the
highest abolition black republican combina- I
lion, 2ii fixing these utmost limits there have
been about seventy trials, enough ccrrainly to
indicate the temper and character of the mem
bers upon the questions involved in the pre
sentation of a distinctive Seward man for
The New Haven Murder.
VVe published last week an account of the
recent murder in New Haven. We have since :
received the New Haven Palladium, which
contains Sly's confession :—
“ lie says that his sister, Mrs. Wakeman,
was so distressed with the bad spirit or power
in Matthews, that he thought suinelhing must
he done to remove it, and he consulted with
Jackson in regard to using a stick of hazle
wood on Matthews, to see what effect it would
have upon him. lie bad procured a stick of
that wood a few days previous, in anticipation
that it might be necessary to use it for the |
purpose—as he thought the bark of hazle, in
connection with alder, concocted together into
a tea, was powerful to remove enchantments.
This stick, which was about an inch in diam
eter, and two and a half feet in length, he had
placed in a drawer in the cellar, and when he
talked to Jackson about using it, J. inquired
where he kept it. Sly informed him, and
went and brought it into the lower rear room,
where Jackson and the woman llersey were,
and they knew when he went into Matthews’
room with it.
When Mr. and Mrs. Sanford went up stairs,
preparatory to taking Matthews away, STy
went into the front room to Matthews, and al
ter locking the doors, struck the deceased, who
was sitting in a chair, blinded, over the right
temple, with such force as to bring him to the
floor, and then struck him several limes with
the club. He then took a pocket knife, which
is some two inches in length, and commenced
cutting Matthews’ throat. Matthews groaned,
but did not utier a word after the first blow.
Sly also look a table-lurk, with which and
the knife, he mutilated the body in the manner
in which it was discovered. He says he did
not design to use any other weapon than the
bludgeon, but after he had given the blows,
was urged on by some influence to use the
knife and fork.
Alter the murder, he remained locked in the ;
room half an hour, when he came out into j
Miss Hersey's room, where she was, with the
bjundy stick and a light in his hand. His
hands and shirt sleeves were bloody, and she
procured a basin and water to wash himself, '
and they conversed about secreting the stick,
and be then placed it down cellar. His shirt
sleeves were then tom otT, and the bloody |
pieces burned in Miss Hersey's stove, she f
being present. He atterwards took the club
used, and cut it into three pieces, and threw
them dow n the privy vault, where he also put
the knife. He took up some of the blood from
the floor and carried it away.
lie then went up stairs where the gather
ing was, and engaged in prayer. This is the
substance of bis statement, he time and again
averring, that lie alone was concerned in the '
transaction. 11c also stated that Mr. Wood
ing bad gone home previous to the murder,
and that be had told neither Ills sister, Jack
sun, or any one, what hud transpired. He
acknowledged that lie knew it was arranged
for Matthews to come there that night, and
for the purpose we have stated previously.”
Sly has been committed to prison. Mrs.
Wakeman has communicated to the jury an
account of her visit to the spirit world, after
being murdered by her husband, some thirty
years ago. She says she saw the Saviour, all
the prophets, apostles, martyrs and saints, and
had a realizing view of the home of the blessed,
and was then sent hack to earth on her mis
sion. She says she is TO years old, and has
had 15 childreu. Sly, her brother, is 58 years
The Demagogue 3anks.
The Portland Slate of Maine gives a brief
pnlitical history of the republican candidate
for Speaker in Congress. It exhibits the
shuffling and turning of tire demagogue :—
Mr. Hanks' course on the Nebraska bill is
a true picture of his political character. Alter
the bill was laid oil the table it required a
TWo-TniRns vote to take it up. the opposi
tion to the bill on its Anal passage was 100
votes to 113 in its favor, Mr. Hanks voting
against it. He, however, a few days before,
voted to take it up, and by his vote and influ
ence obtained a two-thirds vote for this pur
pose, whereas by voting against taking it from
the table lie could have" effectually defeated
its passage. He has never explained his rea
son for this vote. He began his political life
as a radical democrat, and has lectured in this
city in favor of the admission of Texas and the
entire democratic policy. He then turned co
alitionist, and voted tor Charles Sumner for
U. S. Senator. After that lie got into Con
gress and voted with the administration, ex
cept on the final passage of the Kansas-Nebras
ka bill. Two years ago he was an active mem
ber' of the American parly of Massachusetts,
which parly he left in 1855, joined fusion,
and united with Wilson ‘to blow know-noth
ingism to the devil.’ ”
Whiskey vs. Freedom.
The following is one of the best hits that
has been made in the course of the present
contest for Speaker in Congress. Mr. Orr is
a democrat lrom South Carolina, and Mr.
Washburn is a “republican” from Maine :—
Mr. Orr—I would like to inquire when the
gentleman was elected to Congress ?
Mr. Washburn—One year ago last Septem
Mr. Orr—Was not your party defeated last
fall in the State of Maine, and is not the
present legislature of that State Democratic ?
Mr. Washburn replied that during the last
I canvass in his State the leading issue was .the
| Maine liquor law, [laughter] and the election
I was mainly decided upon that question, lie
I also briefly stated the positions assumed by the
parties in the canvass.
Mr. Orr—the gentleman says that the Maine
liquor law entered into the canvass and was
the leading issue. Do 1 understand from this
that the people of Maine like whiskey better
than freedom ? [Loud and long continued
laughter and applause.]
Mr. Washburn's response could not be heard
amid the merriment.
A cotemporary upon this says :—
“ We can reply for Mr. Washburn, that
whiskey was stronger in Maine than nigger
ism, in the late election in that Slate ; or rath
er, that the indignation of the people against
the odious espionage of a despotic local law,
dried up their tears for “Uncle Tom.” Thus
they knocked over abolition philanthropy and
-Koundheail morality in the same blow. Is
Mr. Orr satisfied 1”
Perhaps it is not generally known, as it
should be, that salt, put in the mouth, will in
stantly relieve the convulsive movements in
fits, either of children or animals.
An Extensive and Extraordinary Rob
bery. The Chicago papers give some de
tails of a most extraordinary and extensive
robbery of jewelry, &c., from an establish
ment in tlaot city. It seems that a young man
by the name of llickox, who has” been em
ployed lor a number of years in the establish
ment of Isaac Speer, of Chicago, has been in
the habit for years of perpetrating systematic
robberies on his employer, arid deliberately
investing the avails in real estate in the city,
lie had thus purchased, among other proper
ty, two valuable lets of land, on each of which
he paid $0,000 down, and mortgaged the land
for the remainder, and had even begun to build
a large hotel on one of these lots, which was
to cost from ten to eighteen thousand dollars.
He had been kind enough to loan his employ
er about $2,000 of his own money, and had
also purchased and sold again, at an advance
of $5,000, a house and lot of land. He had
in fact stolen a handsome fortune from Mr.
Speer ; and all this time, it would seem, re
tained his confidence and received pay for val
uable services rendered to his employer. The
roguery was f nally discovered ; but not in
season to arrest the rogue, for, becoming sus
picious, he had suddenly converted some of
his real estate into money and fled.
The President as a Writer —The N. Y.
Sunday Mercury, a neulral paper, pounces
savagely upon one of ihe foul maligners of
Gen. Pierce, who infest Washington. It
“ The jackass of a correspondent, if lie knew
anything, ought to know that the inaugural
address of a President has, in all cases, been
the inceptive production of the President, con
cocted by bis own pen ; and either read or
spoken to the world, after having been sub
mitted to the consideration of his immediate
Cabinet ministers. .
As for Gen. Franklin Pierce, the preseht
President of the United States, whom the stu
pid correspondent of the N. Y. Herald would
have the world believe is so deficient in liter
ary acquirements that he has to employ Judge
Gilchrist to w rite his Slate papers, everybody
who personally knows aught of the man, knows
that he is one of the firsCclassical scholars of
the day. At college he ranked with the best
of bclles-leUrct scholars then inducted to Alma
Mater ; and while at the New Hampshire
bar, and when in the United States House of
Representatives and in the Senate, he stood
conspicuous among his peers as an elegant
Unhealthy Places.—Danger and Portland,
the head-quarters of “ republicanism,” have
sold the past year, from their cily agencies,
$0f80 worth of liquor. Elder Weaver flour
ished in the first named city. There was a
great deal of sickness during the Morrill cam
paign among his friends.
r;.~ The New York Examiner, a Daptist pa
per, declares that the scramble of clergymen at
Washington fur the chaplancics of the two
Houses, is getting to be absolutely disgraceful;
that the candidates follow the members about,
button-hole them in the hotels, and behave no
belter than the politicians.
05=- Horace Greeley, writing from Wash
ington, says the K. N. party is not of conse
quence sufficient to be reckoned as a political
party by intelligent politicians there. It will
not probably carry a plurality of Votes in a sin
gle state at the Presidential election.
UJ" Horace Henington, late k. n. treasurer
of Rensselaer county, N. V., is a defaulter to
the amount of $0181. This shows quite clear
ly one of the ways in which “ Americans
would like to rule America.”
E5T The Campbell Minstrels, at a recent
concert at St. Louis, offered a gold watch as
a prize to the gentleman who brought the
largest number of ladies. Mr. David J. Dicky
escorted no less than ninety-three fair comers,
and consequently lobbed the lever.
(L/5* A few days since a man left his home
in Dostoti, leaving $400 with his wife, who
hid it about the fire-place for safe keeping.—
Upon his return, his wife wasaway from home,
and he kindled a fire, which destroyed the
money befor? her return. The fragments of
about $00 were found, so as to he identified,
and that amount was saved.
(Lire Jltunr (Lcltce.
A Battle with Grizzly Bears.
An adventure with grizzly bears which had
befallen the ‘captain,’ was next related. He
had been travelling with a strange party—the
‘Scalp Hunters,’—in the mountains near San
ta Fe, when they were overtaken by a sudden
and heavy fall of snow that rendered further
progress impossible. The ‘canon,’ a deep
valley in which they had encamped, was dif
ficult to get through at any time, but now the
path, on account of the deep soft snow., was
rendered impassable. When morning broke
they found themselves fairly ‘in the trap.’
• Above and below the valley was choked
with snow five fathoms deep. Y^st fissures—
barrancas—were filled with the drift; and it
was perilous to attempt penetrating in either
direction. Two men had already disappeared.
‘On each side of our camp ruse the walls of
the canon, almost vertical, to the height of a
hundred feet. These we might have climbed
had the weather been soft, tor the rock was a
trap formation, and offered numerous seams
and ledges ; but now there was a coating of
j ice and snow upon them that rendered the as
cent impossible. The ground had frozen hard
before the snow came on, ijihough it was now
freezing no longer, and the snow would not
bear our weight. All our efforts to get out of
the valley proved idle ; and we gave them
over, yielding ourselves, in a kind of reckless
| despair, to wait for—we scarce Knew what.
For three days we sat shivering around the
fires, now and then casting looks of gloomy
nquiry around the sky The same dull gray /
ror an answer, mottled with flakes slanting \
aarthward, for it still continued to snow. Not j
t bright spot cheered the aching eye. s
The little platform on which we rested—a ‘
iiece of two or three acres—was still free I
rrom the snow-drift, on account of its exposure ;
:o the wind. Stragglin'* pines, stunted and
leafless, grew over its surface, in all about fif- I
:y or sixty trees. From these we obtained ‘
aur fires ; but what were fires when we had <
no meat to cook upon them 1 i
We were now in the third day without food !
Without food, though not absolutely without |
aaling—the men had bolted their gun-coirers, !
and the cat-skin flaps of their bullet-pouches, j
and were now seen—the last shift but one— ■ l
stripping the parjleche from the soles of their
The women, wrapped in their tilmas, nestled i
closely in the embrace of father, brother, hus
band, and lover; for all these affections were
present. The last string of tasajo, hitherto
coonomized for their sake, had been parcelled
out to them in the morning. That was gone,
and whence was their next morsel to come?
At long intervals, lAy dc mi! Dios do mi alma
were heard only in low murmurs, as some
colder blast swept down the canon. In the
face of those beautiful creatures might be read
that uncomplaining patience—that high en
durance—so characteristic of the Jlispano
Even the stern men around them bore up
with less fortitude. Rude oaths were uttered
from time to time, and teeth ground together,
with that strange wild look that heralds insan
ity. Once or twice I fancied that I observed
a look of still stranger, still wilder expres
sion, when the black ring forms around the
eye—when the muscles twitch and quiver'
along gaunt famished jaws—when men gaze
guilty-like at each other. O God I it was
fearful ! The half-robber discipline, volun
tary at the best, had vanished under the lev
elling-rod of a common suffering, and I trem
bled to think—
‘ It clars a leetle, out tharawa !’
It was the trapper, Garey, who had risen
and stood pointing towards the East.
In an instant we were all upon our feet,
looking in the direction indicated. Sure
enough, there was a brealj in the lead-colored
sky—a yellowish 6treak, that widened out as
we continued gazing—tho flakes fell lighter
and thinner, and in two hours more it had
ceased snowing altogether.
Half-a-dozen of us, shouldering our rifles,
struck down the valley. We would make one
more attempt to trample a road through the
drift. It was a vain one. The snow was over
our heads, and after struggling for two hours,
we had not gained above two hundred yards.
Here we caught a glimpse of what lay before
U3. As far as the eye could reach, it rested
upon the same deep impassable masses. De
spair and hunger paralyzed our exertions, and
dropping off one by one, we returned to the
We fell down around the fires in sullen si
lence. Garey continued pacing back and forth,
now glancing up at the sky, and at times
kneeling down, and running his hand over the
surface of the snow. At length he approached
the fire, and in his*slow drawling manner, re
‘ It's a gwine to friz, I rekin.’
‘ Well ! and if it does?’ asked one of his
comrades, without caring for an answer to the
• Wal, an’ iv italoes,’ repeated the trapper,
‘we'll walk out 6' this hyar jug afore sun-up,
an’ upon a gooil hard trail loo.’
The expression of every face was changed,
as if by magic. Several leaped to their feet.
Gode, the Canadian, skilled in snow-craft, ran
to a bank, and drawing his hand along the
combing, shouted back—
‘ Ccst vrai; it gele; il gele /’
A cold wind soon after set in, and, cheered
by the brightening prospect, we began to think
of the fires, that during our late moments of
reckless indifference, had been almost suffered
to bum out. The Delawares, seizing their
tomahawks, commenced hacking at the pines,
while others dragged forward the fallen trees,
lopping off their branches with the keen scalp
At this moment a peculiar cry attracted our
attention ,*and looking around, we perceived
one of the Indians drop suddenly upon his
knees, striking the ground with his hatchet.
‘ What is it?’ what is it?’ shouted several
voices, in almost as many languages.
‘ Yam-yam! yam-yam !’ replied the Indian,
still digging at the frozen ground.
‘The ludian's right: it's man-root,’ said
Garey, picking tip some leaves which the Del
aware had chopped off.
I recognized a plant well known to the moun
tain man—a rare, but wonderful convolvulus,
the lponca Icplophylla. The name of ‘man
root’ is given to it by the hunters from the
similarity of its root in shape, and sometimes
in size, to the body of a man. It is esculent,
and serves to sustain human life.
In an instant, half-a-dozen men were upon
their knees, chipping and hacking tho hard
clay, but their hatchets glinted off as from the
surface of a rock.
‘Look hyar!’ cried Garey; ‘ye're only
spoilin’yertools. Cut down a wheen othese
saplins and make a fire over him !’
The hint was instantly followed, and in a
few minutes a dozen pieces of pine were piled
upon the spot, and set on fire.
We stood around the burning branches with
eager expectation. Should the root prove a
‘full-grown man,’ it would make a supper for
our whole party ; and with the cheering idea
of sSpper, jokes were ventured upon—the first
we had heard for some time—tho hunters,
tickled with the novelty of unearthing the‘old
man’ ready roasted, and speculating whether
he would prove a ‘fat old hoss.’
A hollow crack Bounded from above, like
the breaking of a dead tree. We looked up.
l large object an animal—was whirling out
ward and downward from a ledge that pro
mtcd half-way up the cliff. In an instant it
truck the earth, head foremost, with a loud
bump,’ anti, bounding to the height oj several
jet, came back with a somersault on its legs,
nd stood firmly.
An involuntary ‘hurrah !’ broke from the
iunters, who all recognized at a glance, the
Carnero Cimmaron,’ or ‘bighorn.’ He had
leared the precipice at two leaps, lighting at
ach time on his huge crescent-shaped horns.
For a moment both parties—hunters and
tame seemed equally taken by surprise, and
tood eyeing each other in mute wonder. It
vas but for a moment. The men made a rush
or their rifles, and the animal, recovering from
tis trance of astonishment, tossed back his
torns, and bounded across the platform. In a
lozen springs he had reached the selvedge of
he snow, and plunged into its yielding bank ;
>ut at the same instant, several rifles cracked,
ind the white wreath was crimsoned behind
um. lie still kept on, however, leaping and
treaking through the drift.
YVe struck into his track, and followed with
he eagerness of hungry wolves. YVe could
ell by the numerous gou's that he was shed
ling his life-blood, and about fifty paces far
her on tve found him dead.
A shout apprised our companions of our sue
■ess, and we had commenced dragging hack
he prize, when wild cries reached us front the
Aliform,—the yells of the men, the screams
if women, mingled with oaths and exclama
ions of terror.
YY e ran to the entrance. On reaching it, a
sight was before us that caused the stoutest to
iremblc. Hunters, Indians, and women were
running to and fro in frantic confusion, titter
ing their varied cries. YY'e knew our enemy
it a glance—the dreaded monsters of the
mountains—the grizzly bears !
There were five of them—five in sight—
ihere might he others in the background. Five
were enough to destroy yur whole party, caged
is we were, and weakened by famifie.
They had reached the cliff in chase of the
Cimmaron, and hunger and disappointment
were visible in tlieir horrid aspects. Two of
them had already crawled close to the scarp,
and were pawing over and snuffing the air, as
if searching for a place to descend. The other
three reared themselves on their hams, and
commenced mana-uvriiig with their fore-arms,
in a human like and comical pantomime .'
YY’e were in no condition to relish the
amusement. Every man hastened to arm him
self, those who had emptied their rifles hur
riedly reloading them.
‘ For your life don’t!’ cried Garey, catch
ing at the gun of one of the hunters.
The caution came too late; half-a-dozen
bullets w>;re already whistling upwards.
The effect was just w hat the trapper had an
ticipated. The bears, maddened by\ the bul
lets, which had harmed them no more than the
pricking of as many pins, dropped to their all
fours again, and with fierce grow'.s, commenced
descending the cliff.
The scene of confusion was now at its
height. Several of the men, less brave than
their comrades, ran off to hide themselves in
the snow, while others commenced climbing
the low pine trees.
‘ Cache the gals !’ cried Garey. ‘Hyar,
yer darned Spanish greasers! if yer wont
fight, hook on to the women a whecn o’ yer,
and toat them to the snow. Cowardly slinks
‘See to them, doctor,’ I shouted to the Ger
man, who, I thought, might be best spared
from the fight, and the next moment the doc
tor, assisted bv several Mexicans, was hurry
ing the terrified girls towards the spot where
he had left the Cimmaron.
Many of us knew that to hide, under the
circumstances, would be worse than useless.
The fierce but sigacious brutes would have
discovered us one by one, and destroyed us in
wlelail. ‘They must be met and fought!’ that
was the word, and we resolved to carry it into
There were about a dozen of us who ‘stood
up to it’—all the Delawares and Shawanoes,
with Garey and the mountain men.
YVe kept firing at the bears as they ran
along the ledges in their zig zag descent, but
our rifles were but ol order, our fingers were
numbed with cold, and our nerves weakened
with hunger. Our bullets drew blood from the
hideous brutes, yet no: a shot proved deadly.
It only stung them into fiercer rage.
It was a tearful moment when the last shot
was fired, and still not an enemy the. less.
We flung away the guns, and, clutching the
hatchets and hunting-knives, silently awaited
our grizzly friends.
We had taken our stand Close 10 me roi-n.
It was our design to have the first blow, as the
animals, for the most part, came sterr.-forc
most down the cliff. In this we were disap
pointed. On reaching a ledge some ten 1e. t
from the platform, the foremost bear hailed,
and seeing our position, hesitated to descend.
The next moment, his companions, maddened
with wounds, tumbling down upon the same
ledge, and with fierce growls, the five huge
bodies were precipitated into our midst.
Then came the desperate struggle, which I
cannot describe,—ths shouts of the hunters,
the w ilder yells of our Indian allies, the hoarse
worrying of the bears, the ringing of the tom
ahawks from skulls like flint, the deep, dull
‘thud- of the stabbing-knife, and now and then
a groan, as the crescent claw tore up the cling
ing muscle. O God ! it was a fearful scene !
Over the platform bears and men went rolling
and struggling, in the wild battle ut life aud
death. Through the trees, and into the deep
drift, staining the snow with their mingled
blood. Here, two or three men were engaged
with a single foe, there, some brave hunter was
battling alone.. Several were sprawling upon
the ground. Every moment the bears were
lessening the number of their assailants !
I had been struck down at the commence
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ment of the struggle. On regaining my feet,
I saw the animal that had felled me hugging
the prostrate body of a tflan.
It was Gode. I leaned over the bear, clutch
ing its shaggy skin. I did this to steady my-1
self; I was weak and dixzy ; so were we all.
1 struck with all my force, stabbing the ani
mal on the ribs.
Letting go the frenchman, the bear turned'
suddenly, and reared upon me. 1 endeavored
to avoid the encounter, and ran backward,
fending him offaith my knife.
All at once I came against a snow-drift, and
fell over on my back. £rext moment, lh«
heavy body was precipitated upon me, the
sharp claws pierced deep into my shoulder, /
inhaled the monster's fetid breath ; and strik
ing wildly with my right arm, still free, we
rolled over and over in fhe snow.
I was blinded by the dry drift. I fell my
self growing weaker and weaker; it was the
loss of blood. I shouted—a despairing shout
—but it could not have been heard ten paces’
distance. Then there was a strange hissing'
sound in my ears—a bright light flashed acrossr
my eyes ; a burning object passed over my
face, scorching the skin ; there was a smell as
of singing hair ; 1 could hear voices,- mixed
with the roars of my adversary ; and all at
once the claws were drawn out of my fleshy
the weight was lifted from my breast, and I
was alone 1
I rose to mv feet, and rubbing the snow out
of my eyes, looked around. I could see no One.
1 was in a deep hollow made by our struggles,
bat I was alone !
The snow all around me was dyed to i
crimson ; but w hat had become of my terrible
antagonist? Who had rescued me from his
deadly embiacc ?
i staggered forward to' the open ground.—
Here a new scene met my gaZe ; a Strange-'
looking man was running across the platform',
with a huge firebrand—the bole of a burning
pine tree—which he waved in the air. He
was chasing one of the bears, that, growling
with rage and pain, was mating every effort
to reach the cliffs. Two others were already
half way up, and evidently clambering with
great difficulty, as the blood dropped bach
from their wounded flanks.
The bear that was pursued soon took to tha
rocks, and urged by the red brand scorching
his shaggy hams,-was soon beyond the reach
of his pursuer. The latter now made towards
a fourth, that was was still battling with two
or threo weak antagonists. This one was
‘routed’ in a twinkling, and with yells of ter
ror ‘ollotvcd his comrades up the cliff. The
strange man looked around for the fifth. It
had disappeared. Prostrate, wounded men
were strewed over the ground, but the bear
was nowhere to be seen, lie had doubtless
escaped through the snow.
1 was still wondering whn was the hero of
the firebrand, and where he had come from.J
I have said tie was a strangc-looking man.
lie was so—and like no one of our party that
I could think of. His head was bald—no, not
bald, but naked—there was not a hair upon it,
crown or sides, and it glistened in the clear
light like polished ivory. 1 was puzzled be
yond expression, when a man—Garey—who
had been felled upon the platform by a blow
Pom one of the hears, suddenly sprang to his
feet exdaim'ng ;
‘ Go it, Doc ! Three chyafs for the doctor!'
To my astonishment, 1 now recognized the
features of that individual, the absence of
j whose brown locks had produced such a met
' amorphosis as, I believe, was never effsetsd
by means of borrowed hair.
‘ Here's your scalp, Doc,’ Cried Garey, run
ning up with the wig; ‘by the livin' thunder!
yer saved us all and the hunter seized the
German in his wild embrace.
Wounded men were all around, znd com
menced crawling together. But where was
the fifth of the hears ? Pour only had escaped
by the cliff.
• Yonder he goes 1’ cried a voice, as a light
spray, yising alove the snow-wreath, showed
‘ that some animal was struggling through the
Sev^jal commenced loading theit rules, in
tendin' to follow, and, if possible, secure him.
j The doctor armed himsell with a fresh pine ;
but before these arrangements were completed
a strange cry came from the spot, that caused
our blood to run cold again. The Indians
leaped to their feet, and seising their toma
hawks, rushed to the spot. They knew the
meaning of that cry—it was the death-yell of
their tribe !
They entered the road that we had trampled
down in tho morning, followed by those who
had loaded their guns. We watched them
( from the platform with anxious expectation,
hut before they reached the spot, we could see
that the ‘stoor’ was slowly settling down. It
was plain that the Struggle had ended.
We still stood waiting inbreathless silence,
and watching the floating spray that noted
their progress through the drift. At length
i they had reached the scene of the struggle.—
There was an ominous stillness that lasted for
a moment, and then the Indian's fate was an
nounced in the sad, wild note that name wail
ing up the valley. It was the dirge of it *
! Shawano warrior !
They had found their hrave comrade- dead*
with his scalping-knife buried in the heart ojf
his terrib'e antagonist!’
How it Goes.—The New Hirapshire PSH
riot has cheering indurations, in letters from »
hundred towns, that the democracy are deter
mined In change the gorernraeol of that state
at the election in March, and drive out the
| know nnihltvgs and their abettors. Many old
and respectable whig*. is ****• ,he'r own
party being without any organiialioo, are de
termined to join the democrats, a* the only true
and consistent supporters of the constitution and
the Union. _
For Agriculturists—When does a cow
make good meat? When it’s (s) potted.
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