Author: John Alfred Wilson

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 68

ISBN-13: 9781230354002

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...gave the alarm, when his pursuers returned, and Andrews, seeing that further concealment twas at an end, quickly descended, ran to the opposite side of the island, secured a log, and boldly launched into the stream, to make an effort to reach the opposite bank, and thus elude his pursuers. Before he reached the Bhore, however, he was intercepted by another party in a boat, and was thus completely hemmed in, when he abandoned all further effort to escape and surrendered. At the prison, we were first startled by a rumor that Andrews had been taken, but were disposed to give little credence to it, probably because we did not desire to believe it. But, alas! the rumor was only too true, for soon after a strong guard of soldiers, having in charge a prisoner, followed by a rabble of citizens, approached the prison. It was Andrews! Oh, how our hearts and hopes sank down within us beyond tin power of expression! Header, did you ever lose a near and dear friend, -and feel that sudden, crushing bereavement, as if all the World had forsaken you, and that a load of sorrow was bearing you down without a helping hand to save or aid-you? I have seen those dear to me by ties of kindred called away novcr to return. I have seen comrades die on the field, and without warning sufficient to speak a parting farewell. I have seen a comrade, endeared to me by long association and friendship amid dangers, chained to me and perishing slowly day by day--his proud spirit broken by disease and WRETCHED, PITIABLE OBJECT. '127 hunger, until fever's fitful delirium robbed him of the sense of pain. All of this have I seen and felt, yet God, in His inscrutable ways and infinite mercy, never laid upon me the heavy, chastening hand of sorrow and anguish that I felt when I..