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Oiiscelianeotts.
An Adventure In a Lighthouse
A Woman•s Courage and Address
Miles Garlock was the keeper of the
lighthouse on the Skeve as it was
called, where, aided by two assistants,
he passed most of his time. His wife,
Mrs.. Gurlock, or Mam Gurlock as the
fishermen called her,- was a comely
young woman of eight and twenty, and
lived with little Jamie in a cottage on
the main land, about two miles away.
It was a bright autumn evening, the
COI of September, and the birthday of
little Jamie; Mani Gurlock took the
boy down to the beach, lifted him into
their own little boat, the Seamew, and
rowed across the smooth water to the
lighthouse to visit his father. Garlock
was glad to see his wife, gladder still to
welcome the Seamew, for which he had
present occasion, Old Martin, his more
experienced assistant, had been taken
In a fit, and Miles wished fo take him
ashore for proper nursing and medical
care. So after seeing little Jamie safely
deposited in his own neat berth, with
Its dimity curtains closely drawn, and
promising Mans that be would return
in three hours at farthest, he helped the
infirm old man to the boat and rowed
rapidly to the shore. The night closed
in, the lamps in the lantern were trim
med and lighted, little Jamie slept in
the white-curtained berth, and Mans
Uurlock sat near him, thriftily busy in
mending her husband's coat. It was
nearly time for the good man's return,
and Abel Rushiton, the assistant keeper
left in charge of the lighthouse, went
down the ladder that led to the reef of
rocks on which the building was perch
ed, to look for his coming. A minute
or two later his voice was brunt calling
from below, " I can Just make out the
boat, but she won't hr here for ten min
utes yet."
Main's grave face relaxed Into a smile
and her needle shot more quickly
through her work. She wanted to fin
ish the coat before her husband got
back, but she had still live minutes'
work to do when she heard voices be-
too far off for her to recognize the
tones. Then she heard the noise of
footsteps ascending outside, which came
presently into the lower room; and
then, after a pause, began to mount the
iron staircase that led into the room in
which she was now sitting. " The foot-
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steps of two men, those of Miles and
Abel," she said to herself, without turn
ing her head to look, for she was just
putting in the last stitches. _Did Miles
think she had not heard him come up,
that he stood there stock still at the top
of the staircase' thinking, perhaps, to
surp I. ' her whoa she should turn
round .' Next moment saw the last
stitch put in, and with an emphatic
"The c"'. Maui stooped, 111 M bit her
thread' in two, and then, with the
coat held out at arm's length, turned
smilingly to confront her husband.
'rho coat dropped from her lingers, and
with a low cry or error, she started to
her feet at the sight or two strange faces
bent loweringly on her. Next moment,
she recognized one of them, and all the
color died out of her lace, and with one
hand pressed on her heart, she shrank
back a step or two, crying as she did so:
"Steve Davidson, what bast thou done
With my husband '.'" . . .
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"I3y the great Fiend himself, it, is
Janet (lawny, and nobody else!" ex
claimed the man thus addressed.
Ile was a man of immense size and
strength, with black hair and beard,
and eyes to match ; with large, well
shaped features, which years of dan
gerous war-fare against whatever was
good and lawful hail hardened into
a set expression of mingled cruelty and
suspicion; and with a certain rugged
ferocity about him that was not without
its attractions for less bold spirits, who
were willing to recognize in Mack Stove
the presence of a master mind in wrong
doing.
His companion WIN a little shambling,
red-haired man, who squinted horribly,
and walked with a limp—a villiau of a
far more intellectual stamp than Black
Steve, by whom, as it soon appeared,
he was regarded with much respect if
not with absoluL! fear. Both the men
were dressed in rough, half-seafaring
costume; but Maui noticed afterwards
that tin; red-haired titan's hands were
white and slender as those of a woman,
and that his accent and style of speak
ing were alto4ellier those of a person of
some education.
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Black Steve, when he hail in some ,
measure recovered from his surprise at
finding Main Gurloek there, or, as he
called her, Janet (lawny, such having
been her maiden name, gave vent to a
laugh that seemed to shake the very
building, so loud and uproarious wits it;
while poor Mum, white and terrified,
crept still further away, till the wall ar
rested her further progress.
"Caught in as pretty a little trap as
ever I see in the whole course of mv
life!" exclaimed Blaek Steve with muck
gusto. "Sit down, Mr. Cris ; sit down
fora moment, while I explain this little
affair."
Mr. Cris took a chair, and nodded to
his friend to proceed.
" You'll perharps hardly believe it,
but I was once in love with that white
faced eat," resumed Steve. " I've laugh
ed to myself many a time since to think
what a fool I was, but I did love her
then, and no mistake;
should have won her, If that smooth
faced Miles Oarlock hadn't come be-
tween us; but from that day I was like
dirt under my lady's feet, and there was
never a kind for me afterwards. On the
night of Warrendale fair, I, thinking
no harm, tried to kiss her; but she up
with her hand, and slapped me in the
face, and told me her mind in a way
that opened my eyes completely ; and
then up came Gurlock, and knives were
out, anti there would have been blood
spilt, if they had not separated us by
force. I swore to be revenged on both
of them, and Black Steve always keeps
his promises either for good or bad. If
that, girl hadin't jilted me, I should
never have been what I ant now ; but
that's neither here nor there. Seven
years have gone by sines that time,
but it's all as fresh in my mind as if it
had happened only yesterday. I swore
to be revenged, and yon will see whether
I know how to keep my promise"'—
He brought his huge list down upon
the table with a bang and emphasized
what he had said by half-a-dozen ter
rible oaths.
The noise awoke Jamie, and next
moment one of the dimity curtains was
drawn on one side, and the lad's petty
dishevelled head thrust through the
opening. The two men were fort unate
ly standing with their backs to the
berths, and did not see the movement;
but Maui saw it, and her heart gave a
bound as the thought of her child's dan
ger flashed for the first thne across her
mind. A drooping of the eyebrows over
the staring wide-open eyes, an imper
ceptible movement of the head, and
quick-witted Jamie took the hint in
tended forhim ; he drew back in silence,
the dimity curtain dropped into its
place, and the wild look of terror died
in some measure out of the trembling
mother's eyes. With heaven's help,
she thought she could bear whatever
they !night choose to inflict on her, if
only her buy might be permitted to es
cape unharmed.
This little by-scene had taken but a
moment to enact, and Mr. Cris's shrill
cachination, which had burst out irre
pressibly at the conclusion of his friend's
story, was still ringing in '_Yam's ears
at the instant that the aspiration for the
child's safety was wrung front her flut
tered heart.
As pretty a little romance of unre
quited affection as I've heard for a long
time," exclaimed Mr. Cris, as soon as
his laughter had subsided ; and I'm not
the one to stand in the way of your re
venge, Steve, my boy, although it's a
sort of thing in which I never indulge
myself; it's a luxury that often turns
out rather expensive in the long run.
But, first of all, let us attend to business
—let us accomplish the purpose for
which we came here; there will be time
enough to consider tkis young person's
case afterwards—eh?"
Black Steve gave a growl of assent,
and proceeded to examine the priming
of his pistols.
"Will madame oblige me by taking
a seat I" resumed Mr. Cris, in the bland
est of tones, addressing himself to Main,
and pointing to a chair. Mum felt that
she was obliged to comply, and sat down
accordingly. " Pardon the liberty lam
about to take;" went on Mr. Cris ; "but
the necessities of the case must be my
excuse." So speaking, he drew front
hits pocket some pieces of thin cord with
which he proceeded to fasten Main dex
terously and securely in her chair, so
that when he had done, she could move
neither hand nor foot; and any violent
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effort to get away must have resulted in
her falling, bound and helpless, to the
floor; Black Steve meanwhile looking
on in silent admiration at his friend's
handiwork. In any ordinary case of
violence, Man would have begged for
mercy, and not have been without hope
that her prayer would be granted ; but
when she looked from one face to the
other of the two villains in whose power
she was, she saw how much worse than
useless such a plea would be, and main
tained the stubborn silence of despair.
" I am now going to put one or two
interrogatives to you," resumed Mr.
Cris, as soon as he had satisfied himself
that it was impossible for her to stir,
"and the more truthfully you answer
me, the better it will be for you own
wel fare."
I will answer none of thy questions,
until thou or thy mate tells me what
has become of my husband," said Mam,
stubbornly.
" Your husband—wretch ! What do
I know or care about your husband' "
Black Steve whispered a word or two
in his friend's car.
" Oh, that was him, was it?" said Mr.
Cris, aloud. " He's been well looked
after, you may be sure," he added, turn
ing to Mani ; we have not forgotten
o attend to his little comforts; only it's
not convenient for him to come home
this evening. Tie desired his love to
you, and begged you would not fret—
no, not even if it should happen that you
were never to see him again."
Black Steve was tickled by his friend's
pleasantry, and vowed with a terrible
oath that Mr. Cris was the best company
in the world.
A horrible misgiving took possession
of Mum's heart; these men had mur
dered her husband, and seized his boat,
and were here for some vile purpose, of
which as yet she was in ignorance.—
And Abel Rushton, too—what had be
come of him? had he shared a similar
fate? As to the shape whit:it the long
hoarded vengence of Black-->ve would
take with regard to herself, she could at
present form no opinion; but that its
end would be death in one form or an
other, she could hardly doubt. If rumor
spoke truly, the stain of blood lay already
on the soul of Steve Davidson ; and that
he and his companion would hold her
' life cheaply, she had every reason to
believe. Well, if Miles were really gone,
it hardly mattered what became cf her,
she thought. Ah, yes; there was Jamie!
for his sake she must strive hardly for
her life---Tor his sake'she must pray that
lleaven's mercy might find for her some
loop-hole of escape !
These bitter thoughts occupied Main
Turlock so deeply, that she scarcely
heard the question which Mr. Cris pro
ceeded to put to her, and he was obliged
to repeat it before she could fully com
prehend its import.
" Where does Martin ( !i lbert keep Ids
store of money .."'
" I don't know," said Mani, wearily,
when asked for the second time.
"You lie!" said Mr. Cris, fiercely.
"Don't you know that, three months
ago, old filbert had a legacy of three
hundred pounds left, him, and that he is
such a miser, and puts so little faith in
the. afety of banks, that be always keeps
the money by him wherever he may be
—On shore during his holiday times,
and in the light house when he is on
duty ? Don't you know these things, I
may '."'
I know that old Martin had a bit of
1 money, Wt him, and that he likes to
keep it somewhere ne at hand ; but
where he hides it awa ar y, I know no
more than the dead."
" We'll soon teach you to know," said
Mr. Cris with an oath. But La this junc
ture Black Steve touched his friend on
the shoulder, and with a meaning grin
drew Unit personage's attention to a sea
man's chest placed against the wall, on
which the name of Martin liilbert was
painted in largo letters. •
"1L will he here if anywhere," said
Steve.
"'l7y," said Mr. Cris senteniously, as
he drew a long ugly looking knife from
one of his pockets and felt its point ap
preciatively with his thumb.
The chest was locked, as a matter of
course ; but the skilful hand of black
Steve, with the aid of a skeleton key,
soon tickled open the simple wards.
The numerous layers of clothes, all
methodically arranged, were tossed un
ceremoniously On the floor, and Steve's
itching fingers, diving
here and there
towards the bottom of the box, brought
to light before long the object of which
they were in search ; with a yell of tri
umph he drew forth a canvas bag full
of sovereigns, and flung it on the table.
" Mr. Cris's ugly-looking knife was
put back into its sheath without
delay, and the two men seated them
selves at the table to count over their ill
, gotten gains. While they were thus
employed, the dimity curtains opened
twain, and Jamie's frightened face peered
through. The men were so intently oc
icopied that Main could without fear
signal Jamie, by sundry frowns and
1 shakings of the head, that he must on
i no account allow himself to be seen.—
I Jam ie understood, and was seen no more.
A hundred and ninety each—and a
very pretty little haul !" exclaimed
Black Steve admiringly, when the
money had been divided into two heaps.
" The old fellow's legacy and savings
all in a lump," remarked his friend
complacently.
"No doubt of it," said Steve. "For
my part, I think we can't do less than
drink Mr. Martin Gilbert's health.—
What say you We are not hurried for
half an hour, and I dare say we shall
find a drop of the right stuff somewhere
about."
" Agreed. Only find something tit to
drink and I'm your man."
" Oh, I've been here before to-day, and
know where the stores are kept."
'What about her ?" said Mr. Cris,
jerking his thumb over his shoulder in
the direction of Inc prisoner.
" Time enough to finish her little
business, curse her! before we go," said
Black Steve; and with a diabolical
laugh, he descended the staircase to the
lower rosin, taking with him a small
lantern. "A prize !—a prize!" lie
shouted next minute, "Come here old
fellow, and give a helping hand."
Mr. Cris jumped up and with a last
scrutinizing glance at his prisoner, fol
lowed his friend into the lower room.
Black Steve had, in fact, found a bale o
rich stull's and a keg of liollands which
the light-house keepers had picked ou
of an abandoned ship a few days before,
and which Martin (;Albert had put tens
porarily away with other stores.
Mam Ourlock was loft clone. Now
or never, she must make an effort for
liberty and life. It' they could only
creep out unseen—she and Jamie—and
get down to the boat before their night
was discovered! But in that little if lay
the whole difficulty. It was a danger
ous game to play, with the two mon in
the lower room, through which she
would have to pass with Jamie in her
arms; but no other plan that she could
think of offered even the faintest loop
hole fur escape. Both the men were
armed with pistols ; and if she got clear
of the rock before they discovered her
Might; she could scarcely hope tu get out
of range, and would they not attempt to
shoot her down as she sat at the oars?
Well she must take her chance of that.
Jamie must be laid for safety at the bot
tom of the boat ; and fur her own part,
it would be:better to die either by a bullet
or by drowning than to fall again into
the hands of those terrible men. To
prevent pursuit the other boat must be
cut adrift.
Hist, Hist, Jamie!" called Mam in
a loud whisper, and the next moment
the little face showed itself through the
dimity curtain, looking more bewilder
ed than frightened, for Jamie had not
understood half the strange expressions
lie had heard; and the idea of harm
happening to his mother was something
so foreign to his experience, that he
could hardly comprehend it.
" Don't speak, but get softly out of bed,
and come hither," added Mullin a low,
smothered voice. Jamie slipped out of
bed with the quickness of a lamplight
er.
" 0 Main, what have the bad men
done to thee?" he cried, forgetting his
mother's caution, as he ran to her, his
bare legs and feet showing out like
marble against the dark floor.
Hush-h-h !" cried clam with a look
of terror. "Thou mustn't speak just
yet; but take that knife that lies on the
table, and cut this cord that holds my
arms. That's it. Now, give me the
knife ;" and next minute the several
cords fell one by one to the ground.
Her first act was to snatch. up Jamie
in her arms. " God in heaven bless thee,
my darling, and keep thee from all
harm !" she murmured through the
yearning, passionate kisses that fell in a
shower on his face and neck. The next
moment she was herself again, resolute
and composed. She put the lad down
with a laSt word of caution, drew off her
shoes, and stealing on tip-too to the
staircase, went down on her hands and
knees, and looked through the opening.
The trap door of the store closet was
open, and tilted upon end ; and in their
eagerness to examine their booty more
closely, Black Steve and his companion
had leaped into the cavity, which when
only half-filled with stores—as was the
case at present—was indeed quite large
enough to hold three or four men. They
had apparently opened the bale of silk,
and having satisfied themselves as to its
quality, were now, by the obscure light
of the lantern, engaged In driving a
large gimlet into the keg of hoLlands7as
the readiest mode of getting at the con
tents.
As Main Gurlock looked down upon
this scene, there flashed through her
Brain a sudden thought, which sent the
blood coursing to her heart, and turned.,
for a moment or two, both the place and
the persons before her into a picture as
wild, blotted, and incoherent as the
dream of any lunatic. Shia knelt, with
her hands preesed to hor brow, for a
space of several seconds, till the beating
at her heart was somewhat stilled •, then
holding up a cautionary finger to Jamie,
she stole noiselessly down the staircase
into the lower room, and glided for
ward like an ornnious shadow, till her
hand rested on the trap-door, and
peering with white face round the edge
of it, she saw that the two men were
still intent on their ocenpatima, and that
her presence was unsuspected. One
after the other, the two iron hooks that
held the door in its upright position
were silently removed, and the same
instant it fell forward into its place with
a terrific crash, and shut in the two men
who were below. Mani CI urloek sprang
forward as the door fell, and before
either Black Steve or his friend could
recover from their astonishment, had
run home the two large bol is with which
the trap, when down, was secured in its
dace.
Now fcr the boats! To run nimbly up
the staircase into the upper room; to
wrap Jamie into the warm pea-jacket
she had been mending for his father;
to lift him in her arms, and hasten down
again, and so past the trap—where the
imprisoned men were already making
desperate efforts to break out—to the
outer door, and then swiftly down the
outside ladder; and then skirting the
base of the light-house, along the rocks
at a rapid pace towards the little cove
in which the boats were ordinarily
moored, still holding the lad tightly
pressed in her arms—was for Mam ur
lock the work of a minute. She knew
that she had not a moment to lose : that
the old wooden trap, serviceable enough,
doubtless, fur ordinary purposes, would
not long withstand the desperate
strength of Black Steve ; and she must
get away front the Steve Mhoil before
the two menbroke loose, otherwise she
had better have remained where she
was before. Down she went, swiftly
but cautiously over the slippery juts of
rock, looking neither to the right hand
nor to the left, but picking her way
with care towards the little basin in the
rocks—before her, life and liberty—be
hind her --. But where were the
boats?
Once, twice, thrice she looked around ;
it the boats were nowhere to be seen.
he warm flush of hope that had begun
kindle round her heart was rudely
quenched ; her very life itself seemed
frozen out of her as she looked around
for the third time, and saw herself cut
Wl' from all menus of escape, and for
one brief instant she felt as though she
were, in spirit, a second person looking
down upon the bitter strait of a poor
woman called Mum Gurlock, and see
ing how hopeless her case was, could
allbrd to pity her. " Heaven help me,
or I shall go mad !" murmured Mam to
herself.
In agonized despair she stood for a
minute or two, utterly puzzled and con
founded by her inability to account for
the disappearance of the boats. That
Abel Rushton was nowhere to be seen,
caused her no surprise, believing as she
did that he had been murdered and
thrown into the sea. Still the boats
could not have been taken away except
by human hands, and gone they cer
tainly were. She set Jamie down for
an instant and then turned and hurried
up the rocks, and, standing on the high
est ledge, strained her eyes out over the
dark waste of water; after a little while,
right in a silver track of.naoonlight, and
not more than a quarter of a mile from
the Skeve Mholl she plainly saw two
boats lashed together, in the larger of
which a man was seated. Looking
more intently, and, as it were, with all
her soul, she clearly distinguished that
the smaller boat was her husband's own
little Seamew, and the larger one that
belonging to the lighthouse, while the
man seated so quietly in the latter could
be no other than Abel Rushton, whose
sprained shoulder would prevent him
from using the oars. He had not been
killed, then, as Main had surmised,
though how he had contrived to escape
out of the clutches of Black Steve and
his friend, was more than she could
comprehend; but that he had now got
clear away was evident, his purpose in
taking both boats doubtless being, in
the first place, to prevent pursuit, and,
in the second, by cutting off their means
of escape from the rock, to render the
capture of the two men a matter of cer
tainty. In doing this, Abel had thought
of nothing except to get ashoreas quick
ly as possible and gather a number of
trusty friends to Mam's rescue. But
Abel's accident precluded hint from
rowing; and although the tide had
turned now, and was coming in rapidly,
the boat had got into a current which
ran direct for the lee of the Giant's Nose,
a headland some four miles away ; and
even supposing he should succeed in
landing there—always a matter of some
difficulty—three or four hours must
necessarily elapse before any help could
be looked for from hint; and in that
time, what might not happen?
Mani had no means of signalling Abel,
even supposing that his fears would
have allowed him to come back, which
she very much doubted ; his timorous.
self-loving disposition nut being alto
gether unknown to her. No—she was
:is utterly isolated and cut off from all
human aid as if Abel and the boats were
a thousand miles away ; her last chance
of life was gone. She turned and hur
ried back to the spot where she had left
Jamie. If the men had riot yet succeeded
in breaking out of the trap, she would
hide him in the berth again, where hap
pily he might remain undiscovered till
help should arrive. But when she
reached the light-house, with Jamie in
her arms, and had set foot on the lowest
rung of the ladder, she heard the
crash of breaking wood in the room
above, and the loud voices of the two
men as they burst out of their emr
nnement, and knew that she was too
late. All her mother's soul went forth
in a brief agonized cry to Heaven that
her child might be saved; and then,
hardly knowing whither she was going,
she ran back to the landing-place, in
the desperate hope that help might al
ready be corning from the shore. Moon
:tad stars were shining brightly, and
her practiced eye swept the space of
water between the light-hous and the
land, but no trace of life was anywhere
to be seen. She crouched down on the
rocks and pressed her boy passionately
to her heart. Another minute or two
now would decide their fate. The two
escaped ruffians, after hunting for her
in the light-house, would come down
and search the rocks, and find her—find
both of them. She looked with longing
eyes at the great dark waves as they
came rolling in, and burst in au
angry shiver of spray against Sia
rocks. Would it not be well to court an
easy death in their cool liquid depths,
and to save herself and child from that
far more terrible fats which now loomed
so imminently before them? But all
the instincts of her nature rose up in
revolt at the idea of self-destruction,
and she dismissed the thought almost as
soon as it was conceived. No! she
would right for her life while the faint
est hope remained, and, wheh that was
gone, wonld strive to die bravely, as the
wife of Miles Gurlock ought to die.
" I wish dad would come and take us
home," sighed Jamie, whose fears were
beginning to be lost in his desire for
sleep. " Last time I was here, I crept
into the Kelpie's Hole, and when dad
couldn't see rue, he thought I had tum
bled into the sea, and rarely frightened
he wan."
The Kelpie's Hole! How foolish of
her not to have thought of itebefore !
Here was was a hiding-place almost im
possible for strangers to discover, unless
they were bent specially on landing it.;
the very refuge for which she had been
praying, recalled to her recollection by
the thoughtless prattle of her child. She
bent her head humbly a moment, and a
solemn feeling of gratitude prevailed her
whole being. But she had no time to
lose. "Thou must hide in the Kelpie's
LANCASTER, PA., WEDNESDAY 'MORNING, MARCH 9, 1870
Hole again to-night, Jamie, my man,"
she said ; "and thou musn't speak, nor
let anybody know thou's there, nor show
so much as thy nose out of it Blithe two
bad men have gone away, and Abel
Ruston or thy dad comes back to the
Skeve. Dost thou understand?" -
She had been stripped off her warm
woolsey petticoat as she spoke thus, iu
which she now proceeded to wrap Jamie,
putting Miles's heavy pea-jacket over
all ; and then snatching him up in her
arms, she ran as fast as her strength
would allow her, to the little jutting
ledge of rock under which was the en
trance to the Kelpie's Hole, an entrance
only just largo enough for Jamie, en
cumbered as he was to wriggle through,
but expanding inside into a tiny cavern,
with sufficient space for a lad of his age
to sit or lie without being cramped.
Mum would have liked much to say a
few farewell words to the child whom
she hardly expected to see again on
earth, but there was no time for her to
do so. She heard the voices of the two
men as they were descending the ladder
to come in search of her, and she had
barely time to imprint a last lingering
kiss on the lad's lips, and to see him
creep quietly into his hidi ngplace, when
a yell of triumph from Black Steve pro
elaimCd that she was seen.
. . _
She ran with weak, uncertain foot
steps from the dangerous neighborhood
of the I lole, and then, pretending that
her foot had slipped, and that she could
go no further, she sank down on her
knees on the rock, and waited with
clasped hand and bowed head for what
might happen next.
With many loud oaths and objurga-
Bons, Black Steve hurried after his vic
tim as fast as his bulk would permit
him, Mr. Cris bringing up the rear in a
more leisurely fashion. " You Jezebel,"
exclaimed Black Steve, while still some
distance away, " I'll put an end to your
vagaries at once and forever ;" and an
other moment would indeed have ended
all Mam's troubles, had not Mr. Cris
hastened up, and striking his friend's
arm on one side, sent the bullet intend
ed for her to flatten itself harmlessly
against a tall pinnacle of rock that rose
out of the seasome hundred yards away.
" Don't you be in quite such a hurry,
my friend," said Mr. Cris ; there will be
plenty time for that sort of thing after
wards, if you wish to amuse yourself in
thaeobjeckionable way. I want to have
a little conversation with this young
person." Black Steve growled out
something below his breath, but ven
tured on no further opposition.
" In the Fiend's name how did you
contrive to get loose? said Mr. Cris to
Mani, ds he put his hands on her should
ers, and turned her face toward the
moon.
"That is for thee to find out, and not
for me to tell," replied Maim
'• Perhaps so; but if —. What
more Mr. Cris intended to say was never
known, for at that moment, Black Steve,
with a loud cry, came running back
from the landing place. " The boats,
the boats—they are both gone !" he ex
claimed.
"Stir from this spot, and I'll shoot
you through the head'" said Mr. Cris
to Main, as he hurried away to verify
with his own eyes the startling assertion
of his friend ; but as we know already,
the boats were really gone, and Abel
Rushton with them; the only token
left of the latter being tho rope that had
bound him, which one of the wen found
on the rocks.
"'This all conics of your clumsy style
of tying the fellow up," said Mr. Cris
savagely to his friend. "If I had se
cured him myself we should have found
him where we left him."
" How about your own handiwork,
then ?" retorted Steve, pointing to Mam.
" She didn't get away, did she? 0, no!"
"'There's sonic deviltry about the
whole business that I can't make out,"
said Mr. Cris. " I could have sworn
that it was impossible for that wowau
to stir; and yet in less than five minutes
after I leave her she is free. I can't
understand it at all. But, however, we
have no time to bother our heads with
that just now ; the question is, how are
we to get away from this cursed den'!"
Black Steve scratched his head dis
consolately, but the operation did not
seem to brighten his ideas.
'• Wasn't that a boat I saw lying on
the other side of the rock ?" said Mr.
Cris, after cogitating in silence for a
minute or two.
" Oh, that's one of the old light-house
boats that got a hole knocked in her
bottom last winter, and is laid up there
to dry into matchwood, I suppose. She's
no go, she isn't; she would go down
with us before we got a quarter of a mile
away," said Ste Ni.
" You just mind this she-eat, while I
go and have a look at the boat," answered
Mr. Cris.
_ . .
In the course of a minute or two he
came hurrying back. "All right, my
hearty!" he exclaimed. "There's noth
ing the matter with the old tub that I
can't get to rights in a couple of hours
at the furthest—at least sufficiently to
make her answer our purpose. There's
wood, and tools, and a kettle of pitch in
the light-house. We'll cheat those long
shore fellows yet, Steve, my boy ; and
live for years to come to tell of our ad
ventures on the Skeve Mhoil."
Black Steve fired off a double-shotted
volley of oaths in his satisfaction at
hearing the news.
" But, first of all," added Mr. Cris,
" how are you going to dispose of this
feminine piece of goods?"
"0, shoot her, or drown her, which
you like," replied the brutal giant ; "so
long as you finish her off it don't mat
ter."
" Nay, my friend, it is no business of
mine whatever; it is for you to decide
and for you to execute. It seems to me,
however, that the modes you suggest are
both vulgar and commonplace; and if
you would allow me a suggestion, I
would say, why not bind her securely
to this wooden stoup, and leave her
there? She could hardly get away a
second time, I think ; besides, there is
no place for her to run to."
" Leave her there for the tide to come
up and drowu her, I suppose you
mean'?" said Steve with a slight shud
der, which even his hardened nature
could not repress.
" Nay, my impulsive Stephen ; you
have no right to assume that I meant
anything'of the kind. All that I said
was, fasten her to that stoup. If the tide
persists in coming in, as you say, why,
that is no business of yours; it must ao
as it likes, of course, but we can't be
held responsible for its actions. The
tide may be going out, for anything we
know or care."
Black Steve, whose nerves had quite
recovered from their momentary tre
mor, grinned approval of the scheme.
He picked up the rope that had been
used to bind Abel Rushton, and grasp
ing Main roughly by the shoulder, bade
her get up, for she was still kneeling
with bent head and clasped hands. She
sprung to her feet as though a serpent
had bitten her, the moment Steve touch
ed her shoulder. "Are you men or
monsters," she ex - chimed, turning sud
denly, and facing her two tormentors,
" that you talk of torturing a poor help
less woman thus? Have you no moth
ers or sisters of your own, to think of
whom would shame you out of so terri
ble a crime ? If I must die, let me die
quickly ; yuu have the means at hand.
What have I done to either of you, that
you should condemn me to a death so
horrible?"
" Look here, Janet Gawne !" exclaim
ed Black Steve fiercely. "Seven years
ago, I swore to be revenged on thee,
and this night I'll keep my word. I've
a long memory, and I never forgive in
jury ; eo I don't ask mercy here, lass,
because neither of us know the meaning
of the word. I've longed, times out of
mind, to be revenged on thee, and thy
smooth-tongued husband ; now that the
chance has come, I'm not going to let it
slip through my fingers." And Black
Steve laughed a great brutal laugh of
triumph, that seemed to be echoed by a
hundred mocking fiends.
Ohms Gurlock uttered no further word
of any kind, but passively suffered her
self to be led to the " stoup." Mr. Cris
in so far assisting his friend; after
which Black Steve proceeded to tie her
to the post as securely as his skill knew
how; then, after a few ;more mocking
words, they left her to her fate, and
crossed to the other side of the rocks,
and at once set about the task of patch
ing up the old boat, on which their
safety now entirely depended. The
stoup to which they had fastened their
victim was merely a stout wooden post,
fastened down to the rock with iron
clamps and screws, to which the larger
class of craft that sometimes visited the
Skeve Mhoil in calm weather might be
safely moored whatever the state of the
tide.
Yes; Mam Gurlook was left to her
fate, and a very dreadful one it seemed,
even, to her brave soul, which was not
daunted by trifles. "The tide was rising
fast; already its tiny lapping waves
were washing about her andes; in less
than an hour, it would cover her head.
The wind had died away again with tke
turn of the tide, and the bank of cloud
that had lain low in the north so long a
time was now creeping up the sky with
dark intent, shutting out the stars one
after another, and would soon obscure
the moon itself. Mans Gurlock's eyes
unconsciously followed the unfolding
edge of cloud in its slow steady advance.
The cloud was advancing, and the tide
was rising; and by the time that black
canopy had shut out the whole bright
moonlit sky, the waters would have
closed over her, and . she would be reck
oned no more among the living. Well,
now that Miles was dead, there did not
seem much in life to desire. Jamie was
safe, and would be well cared for and
properly brought up by Miles's relations
at BirchaUen ; still, it would have been
sweet to see the lad grow up and to
watch the ripening promise of his child
hood fulfil itself insummers yetunborn
but not for her might such happiness
be. The sky and ocean vanished from
before her eyes, and she saw the little
cottage where she and Miles had spent
their happy wedded life—the little hap
py home which she, alas! would never
enter more—with its thatched eaves,
where the twittering swallows brooded ;
and its patch of flower garden; sweet
scented through all the summer months
—she seemed to smell it now ; with the
stretch of high road in front of it that
led down to Warrendale; and the foot
way across the moors, that brought you
direct to the cliffs, with the sea beating
far below : very vividly she saw them
all!
How fast the tide was rising! It
reached to her waist already. But a
very little while now, and her life, with
all its pleasures and pains, would be
closed, like a book that is shut up for
ever. She had read, and sho had heard
the minister speak of the dark river that
must be passed before the shining land
beyond it could be reached ; was she
hoping too much, she asked herself, to
hope that Miles, that the husband she
had loved so truly on earth, might be
there to greet her, all beautiful with the
light of immortality, at the moment her
foot touched the golden shore? How
much such a hope mitigated the dark
ness of that terrible hour, she herself
could best have told.
What was that ? She could not keep
down the smothered shriek that burst
from her lips. She thought she was
alone with death, and suddenly she felt
the touch of something on her shoulder.
Who or what could it be? She was
so fast bound that she could not turn
her head to look, but the next moment
Jamie's voice sounded in her ears, and
it seemed to her the sweetest music she
had ever head.
" 0, Jamie, why didn't thou stay in
thy hiding-place ' said Mam. " Hie
the back, dear, as fast as thou canst go,
and don't stir out again till daylight?"
" I'm frighted, Main, to be there by
myself in the dark. If the Kelpie came
home and found me, what would he
say? Have the bad men tied thee to
the stoup, Mani? Shall I run up into
the light-house, and try to find a knife
again
" Nay, lad, the bad men would see
thee, and then they would kill thee.
But oh Jamie, if thou eanst but undo
that knot in the rope just undermy arm.
Jamie set to work with lingers and
teeth to unfasten the knot indicated by
his mother, which he was able to reach
without difficulty, the back of the stoup
resting against a shelf of rock some three
feet in height, on which thelad was now
standing.
The desire of life came 'back strongly
to Mani Gurlock with the presence of
her child, and tl e faint hope of escape
which his words suggested. What she
should do next, even if she succeeded
in freeing herself from the rope, she did
not then pause to consider, for the water
was creeping higher and higher every
minute, and there was no time to be
lust. But the knot was a hard one to
unpick, and seemed at one time as
though it would withstand all Jamie's
efforts ; but after a while it began to feel
looser to his lingers, and he had just
said :—" I shall soon have it done now,
Main," when the mother's watchful
ears heard footsteps advancing over the
rocks.
" Into the water, Jamie!" whispered
Main, turning sick with terror; "and
don't speak or stir till I tell thee."
Jamie slipped into the water like a
young otter, and, crouching under the
lee of the rocky ledge on which he had
been standing, with nothing but his
nose and chin exposed to view ; while
Black Steve came striding down, to see
that his victim was still secure. Having
felt at the rope, and satisfied himself
that Main could not possibly escape.
" By the seven holy pokers, but this is
the finest bit of sport I've had fur many
a day ! How does the water feel this
evening, Mistress Garlock ? Cool and
pleasant, eh?" said the ruffian, with a
Laugh, which told at once that he was
halt drunk? "Yes, you're a plucky
one; but you'll look rather washed out,
I reckon, at low water to-morrow. Well,
good-by, dear—good-by, and pleasant
dreams to you! " and with another bru
tal laugh, Black Steve turned on his
heel, and strolled back slowly over the
rocks.
Mom Gurlock breathed once more.
" Now Jamie, lad, try thy hand at the
rope again." she said in a low voice ;
and Jamie scrambled on the rock, and
shook the water carelessly from him
somewhat after the fashion of a dog,
and set to work again, with nimble fin
gers and sharp teeth, to free his darling
mother. At lenght the task was accom
plished, and for the second time that
night Mara Gurlock is bonds fell from her
thanks to the aid of Jamie. Although
at liberty, she was as far from safety as
ever, unless she could get back into the
light-house; but how was that to be
accomplished? The two men were
hard at work patching up the old
boat Just on the other side of the build
ing,, within half a dozen yards, in fact,
of the outside ladder, up which she must
climb undetected, or her life would not
be worth a minute's purchase. Then
there was Jamie to be considered, who
objected strongly to going back to the
Kelpie's Hole, and in his present frame
of mind Mani felt that it would be dun-
germ's to leave him. However great
the risk might be, he must keep her
company this time ; she could not bear
to seek the security of the light-house
for herself, and leave him out there ex
posed to so many chances of detection.
They must be saved together, or they
must (lie together.
Having wrung some of the water out of
her dress, Main, followed by Jamie, por
eeeded to creep cautiously on her hands
and knees round the lower edge of the
Steve Mhoil, till she came to a point
that was in a direct line with the en
trance ladder, and in full view of both
the men, had they turned their heads
to look, Peering from behind a frag
ment of ruck, Mum saw the two men
very intent on the speedy completion
of their task, Mr. Cris hammering away
with might and main, while his amia
ble friend
. held a lantern to light him
over his work. Mam felt that she could
hardly have a more favorable opportu
nity, since the noise of the hammering
might serve to drown any that should
be made by the movements of herself
and Jamie ; but, at the best, it was a
dangerous proceeding. Fortunately, the
moon was now entirely obscured, other
wise, their chances of escape would
have been remote indeed. She had cho
sen this point as the most favorable for
her purpose, the ground between the
place where she now was and the en
trance to the light-house being thickly
strewn with huge boulders, which
would serve to hide theiradvance; while
in all other directions it was quite bare
and exposed, except immediately at the
back of the light-house, from which the
safest approach might have been made ;
but there the rocks rose too precipit
ously, with sharp, serrated edges, and
deep holes between, to be ventured over
by any one after dark.
Inch by inch, silently and cautiously,
Mam Gurlock, with Jamie by her side,
but upon the side furthest removed from
the view of the men, emerged from the
shelter of the rock, and crawled across
the open space of ground to the next
large stone ; then, after a minute's rest,
forward again to the next sheltering
spot; and so from one to the other, ever
nearer to the desired haven. While
they were still some distance from the
lighthouse, and at the moment they
were half-way between two boulders,
Mam with her eye ever on the two men,
saw Black Steve put down his lantern,
and turn his face directly toward the
spot where they were. Mara's hand
gave Jamie a warning squeeze, and
mother and eon remained as immovable
as though they had been eat out of
stone, till the danger was over. The
black haired giant yawned, scratched
his head, stretched out his huge- arms,
and after gazing seaward for a few mo
ments, resumed his task of lighting his
companion. If his eyes rested for a mo
ment on the recumbent figure of Mani
Gurlock, it was only as they might have
rested on any wave-worn boulder, in
differently, and without thought.
The danger over, Main and Jamie
crept stealthily on their way, reaching
at last the foot of the light house with
out discovery • then Main, taking Jamie
on her back, begang the accent of the
ladder. Step by step upward, as silent
ly as a shadow, she had reached the top
in safety, and had just swung Jamie
around from her shoulder, and. passed
him through the entrance door, when
Mr. Cris, pausing from his work a mo
ment, turned to contemplate the state
of the weather; and as he did so, his
quick eye caught the outline of
something dark moving on tho ladder.
Look to your prisoner, Steve!" he
cried, and drawing a pistol from his
belt, fired. The bullet whizzed past
Slam Gurlock's head, but did not touch
her, and before there was time to a fire
a second shot, she was safe within the
lighthouse, with the little iron door shut
and bolted between herself and her ene
mies. She caught Jamie to her heart
and murmured a brief thanksgiving to
Heaven; and then her overwrought
nerves gave way, and she was aroused,
after a minute or two, by a violent ham
mering at the iron door. It was Black
Steve, furious at her escape, trying to
force an entrance. She had little fear
that he would effect his purpose, for she
knew the stout old door would not yield
readily. Still, there was a possibility
that the door might give way under the
assault of the furious giant; so Mam,
followed by Jamie, ascended to the
room above, and taking down an
old blunderbuss which hung against
the wall more for ornament than
use, proceeded to load it, to the best of
her knowledge, from the bag of bullets
and the powder-flock in her husband's
chest, which Miles always kept There
ready for an occasional fowling expedi
tion. Thus armed, Mam Gurlock, tak
ing Jamie by the hand, went up to the
lamp-room, determined, should Black
Steve break in, and such dreadful occa
sion arrive, to sell her life as dearly as
possible. She stole out into the gallery,
and looked down. He was still ham
mering savagely at the door but as yet
to little purpose, while Mr. Cris on the
rocks below, was swearing at him for a
senseless fool, and vowing that they
would not have time to finish the boat
and get clear away, if he delayed a
minute longer ; but Steve was too intent
on the accomplishment of his revenge
to heed the entreaties of his friend.
Mam crept round to the opposite side
of the gallery, and straining her eyes,
without hope or expectation, over the
dark waste of waters, saw—what? A
large boat pulling rapidly and steadily
for the Skeve Mhoil ! It was only a few
hundred yards away, and could be
clearly seen, thanks to a momentary
break in the clouds, through which the
moonlight streamed full and bright.
One long incredulous gaze, as though
what she saw was merely the phantom
of a diseased brain, and then Mam Our
lock with a sob of heartfelt gratitude,
accepted the appearance as a blessed
reality. As a signal that the boat was
seen, she then began to toll the large,
deep-mouthed bell which was rung by
the keepers in foggy weather, when the
lamps were invisible, and its solemn
tones now boomed forth through the
quiet night, instinct with dread signifi
cance to the two wretches on the rock
below.
- - .
But wary Mr. Cris had also seen what
was coming, and had passed the alarm
to Black Steve; and as the bell gave
forth its first stroke, the two men were
pushing their boat down the slanting
rocks into the sea. Another moment,
and they were both pulling with desper
ate energy for the shore. But the boat
had been badly mended, and the water
began to come in rapidly, so that Mr.
Cris had soon to cease from rowing, and
occupy himself in bailin while Black
Steve, notwithstanding all his exertions,
could make but little headway with the
water-logged craft. Five minutes later,
the strange boat rounded the edge of
the Skeve Mhoil, on its way to the
landing place, and next moment a loud
shout from its crew announced that the
flight of the two men was discovered,
and the boat's head was at once put
round in pursuit.
Black Steve and his companion seem
ed for a minute or two to redouble their
efforts to escape, and then, as if seeing
the utter hopelessness of their clise, they
at once ceased rowing, and sat quietly
on the oars, as though merely waiting
for their pursuers to come up to yield
themselves into their hands. But when
the pursuing boat had got within a
dozen yards of the other, Mr. Cris leap
ed suddenly from his seat, and fired
both pistols at the advancing foe ; and
then, with a wild inarticulate cry of
! rage and dcsanir, he leaped headlong
into the waves, and sank to rise no
more. Black Steve, unlike his friend,
was an excellant swimmer, and before
the confusion incident on the firing of
the two pistols among the crew of the
boat was over, he had slipped quietly
into the water, and coming up after a
lengthened dive, struck out boldly for
did shore. The impression among
the crew of the boat was that
both the men were drowned ; and
on finding that the light-house boat was
on the point of going down, orders were
at once given to pull back to the Skeve
Mhoil. The boat and crew proved to be
those of a revenue nutter which had
picked up Abel Rushton as he was drift
ing helplessly past the Giants Nose. On
hearing his story, preparations had at
once been made to capture the two vil
lains, and look after the safety of Mam
Gurlock and her son.
Leaving two of his crew to look after
the light-house, the officer in charge of
the boat carried Mam Gurlock amd Jamie
ashore, where a search was at once insti
tuted for the missing:Miles. After several
hours' search he was found, bound hand
and foot, in one of the many caves for
which that part of the coast is noted. He
stated that he had been set upon by
Black Steve and three more men as he
was returning from seeing Martin Gil
bert safe home; in the scrimmage he
had received a blow on the head which
had rendered him insensible for sonic
time ; and on recovering his wits, had
found himself tied hand and foot, and
left in charge of two out of his four cap
tors. On the landing of the revenue
cutter's boat, these men had taken the
alarm and left him.
A few days saw Miles thoroughly re
covered from his injuries; but the bmg
and severe strain on the nerves of his
wife was a much more serious matter
and several months passed away before
Mani Gurlock was her old joyous buoy
ant self again, and could bear to talk
calmly over the incidents of that terri
ble night on the Skeve Mhoil.
The body of Black Steve was washed
up a day or two afterwards, several miles
down the coast. He had been caught
by the current, and carried away and
drowned.
The money, in the etlbrt to obtain
which Mr. Cris and his friend lost their
lives, was found intact on the table of
the lighthouse, where they had left it
while occupied with the mending of the
boat; and when old Martin Gilbert died,
some three years afterwards, the whole
amount was left as a legacy to Mann ur
lock.
Many years have elapsed since these
events took place; Miles Gurlock, a
gray-headed man, is now head-keeper
of the lighthouse on the Skevehull
while Mam is still alive and hearty, and
as nice an old woman as you need wish
to see. Jamie is grown into a stalwart
man, almost as big as his father was In
his younger days; he is a sailor, too, al
though not of the Greenland trade,
being, in fact, the much-esteemed cap
tain of one of our largest ocean steamers;
it was from his own lips I heard the
narrative which I have here attempted
to set down, the last time I came across
with him from—all, well, never mind
from where.
Trial of a Wife 3lnrderer
ELICHORN, Wis., March 2.—The trial of
Dr. Duvall, for the murder of his wife, ex
cites great interest. The prisoner has ap
peared less hopeful to-day as the evidence
progresses—much of it has been damaging
to him. At times he manifests deep emo
tions. His daughter and two sons are at
his side in court. Fourteen witnesses for
the prosecution were sworn yesterday.
Prof. Mahia, of Chicago,whoannalyzed the
stomach of the deceased, fully established
the point that she died from the effects of
strychnine—three fourths of a grain hay
ing been found in the stomach. It only
remains to be proved whether she took it
voluntarily, or by the hands nf %floater.
A SEBXO
Preached In the First Methodist Church,
Lancaster * on Sunday evening. Febru•
ary 47th, Pah, by Rev. C. F. Turner,
Pastor.
The Spirit itself beareth witness with our
Spirit, that we ore the children of God. Rom.
VIII. DI
The witness of the Spirit, or the evi
dence of our acceptance with God, is
one of the exceeding great and precious
privileges enjoyed by the children of
God. Upon this too high an estimate
cannot be placed. It is the foundation
of the comfort and joy we derive from
the blessed assurances of grace here, and
glory hereafter, made to the people of
God, in the word of eternal truth; as it
is the only reliable means by which we
can know that they are applicable to us
personally. So vitally important is the
subject of the soul's salvation, that God
has been pleased, not to leave the ques
tion of our present acceptance, to con
jecture and doubtful inference, for satis
factory solution ; but has furnished be
lievers in Christ with moat reliable, and
soul transporting evidence, even the
testimony of the Holy Ghost sent down
from Heaven—the witness of the
Spirit.
By the witness of the Spirit we mean
the communication made by the Holy
Ghost to the Spirit of a believer, that he
is a child of God, accepted of the Father
through Christ the Son. The Spirit is
attestation to the blessed fact of our
adoption into God's spiritual family,
by which we are enabled exulting
ly to exclaim, Abba Father, my
Lord and my God!" Or,. in the lan
guage of Mr. Wesley: "It is an inward
impression on the soul, whereby the
Spirit of God directly witnesses to
my Spirit that I am a child of God,
that Jesus Christ bath loved me and
given Himself for me, and that all my
sins are blotted out, and I, even
am reconciled to God." Of this defini
tion says this great and good man of
precious memory : "After twenty years
tarther consideration, I see no reason to
retract any part."
The fact, with respect to which the
Spirit bears witness, is of thevery high
est importance. The relation we sus
tain to God our Maker, by whom we
will be judged. With it are linked in
indissoluble union, interests infinitely
transcending, outweighing and outliv
ing all things—the interest of the blood
redeemed,—the immortal soul ; " for,
if children, then heirs,—heirs of God,
and joint heirs with Christ." Heirship
then depends upon sonship. If children
then heirs, anti (vice versa,) if not chil
dren, then we shall not be heirs to the
glorious inheritance of the Saints in
light. 0, what sacred and eternal in
terests cluster around our present rela
tion to God ! Within the vast range of
human thought, them can not be a
more important question than this:—
Am I a child of God? How may this
great question be satisfactorily answer
ed ? How may I know that I am a child
of God?
We answer by the witness of the Spir
it. " The Spirit itself beareth witness
with our spirit, that we are the children
of God."
The question has arisen among those
who hold the doctrine of the witness of
the Spirit, with respect to the nature of
this testimony—whether it be direct
or indirect? Some have taken one side
of the question, and some the other.
Some suppose that we are to judge by
the fruits of the Spirit, which we dis
cover in our hearts, and the conscious
ness of possessing faith.
Others that the Holy Spirit enlight
ens our minds, and enables us to judge
correctly of our condition and relation.
Others that there is a direct impres
sion made upon the soul by which the
believer is impressed that God is recon
ciled ; but that this is the special privi
lege of a few favored persons.
To all these we object, for though in
them there be truth, it is not the whole
truth, and nothing but the troth on this
important subject.
The first, supported by Dr. Hill,
though admitting a two-fold witness,
does not make the witness of God's
Spirit direct, but mediate; which is in
deed but the witness of our own Spirit,
the second witness spoken of by the
Apostle ; and is in reality but the testi
mony of one witness, when the Apostle
s teaks of two.
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The second supported by 'Bishop Bull,
Mr. Scott and others, excludes the wit
ness of the Holy Spirit, only as it is
brought in to qualify our own spirit to
give witness concerning our own rela
tions. Here as in the former case there
is but one witness.
The third makes God a respecter of
persons and charges upon him great
partiality—while in the sacred Scrip
tures it is presented as the common
birthright of all God's children.
A fourth opinion is that the spirit of
God direOly witnesses to the spirit of
the believer that he is born of God,
which testimony is confirmed by a sec
ond witness, that of our own spirit.—
Here is a two-fold witness or testimony.
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This we think the correct Scriptural
view of the subject. This was the
opinion of Mr. Wesley, and is clearly
expressed in the quotation we have al
ready made. Mr. Watson, one of the
best theologians that has ever lived to
bless the Church with his influence, in
defining the witness of the Spirit, quotes
the words of Mr. Wesley. It has been,
still is, and we trust will continue to be,
a prominent doctrine of the M. E.
Church. The Spirit of God directly im
presses the heart of the believer that he
is a child of God. Ho is enabled to say,
when adopted: 0, Lord, I will praise
thee, for though thou worst angry with
me, thine anger is turned away and
now thou eomfortedst me! Or in the
language we frequently sing,
my God is reconciled,
Ills pardoning voice I hear,
lie owns me for Ills child
I con no longer fear,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba Father, Cry.
This is the direct witness of the
Spirit, and is, in the nature of the case,
antecedent to the witness of our own
spirit, which may be regarded as the
indirect witness of the Holy Spirit,
which is the testimony of our own con
sciousness, reason, or understanding
assisted by the Spirit and Word of God.
This Is not indeed directly to our adop
tion, but to the fact that we have in
truth received the spirit of adoption,
and that we are under no delusive ho
presion. Having received the impres
sion of the Holy Spirit that we are the
children of God. We examine the Di
vine record and learn what precedes,
accompanies and follows, our conver
sion and adoption. We learn what men
are by nature, and what they are made by
grace. We learn what the fruits of the
Spirit are, both inward and outward.—
With this information, if tempted to
doubt the correetne.is of the impressio
received, we appeal to the corroborating
testimony of the second witness, our
own spirit. Thus by two witnesses, the
blessed truth Is established and we are
enabled to go on our way rejoicing to
our Father's House above.
As our faith may not at first or at all
times be equally strong, the testimony
of the Spirit, may have its degrees of
strength, and our ownpeNua.sion urcou
victionbe:proportionately regulated. Yet
if faith be genuine, God respects its
weaker exercises, and encourages its
growth, by affording measures of com
fort and degrees of this testimony.—
Error upon this point has caused many
who have made the experience of others
a standard for themselves, to fall into
great doubt and difficulty. The word of
God must therefore be made the stand
ard, and the two extremes of presump
tion and despair be carefully guarded
against. To define the different degrees
of the Spirit's operation would be im
possible; to attempt it would therefore
be presumptions. This is under the
control of infinite wisdom.
To all who believe with hearts unto
righteousness, however, the witness is
sufficiently clear and strong, if properly
received and improved, and is always
under the regulating influence of faith
and obedience, the former regulating
chiefly the Holy Spirit's testimony,and
the latter the testimony of our own
spirit.
The truth of this whole doctrine had
been and still is doubted by many. By
some it has been strongly opposed, and
even ridiculed. Cases of hypocrisy and
deception have been found or imagined,
and referred to in terms of ridicule in
its opposition. That such cases have
been and still may be found, we do not
deny; but they have been the few ex
ceptions and not the general rule. The
same objection might with as much
propriety be brought against every doc
trine of the sacred Scriptures. If some
have been found hypocritical, It does
not follow that none have been sincere.
If some have been deceived it does not
follow that that deception is necessary
or common. There may be some coun
terfeits ; but, God be praised, that there
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NUMBER 10.
are many of the truly genuine, with
Heaven's stamp and the King's signa
ture upon them!
This blessedprivilege is not limited to
a few, but is the common privilege of all
God's children. This, however, is as
sertion and not proof. For the truth of
these assertions we appeal to the word
of eternal truth, and the experience of
many reliable witnesses. The witness
of the Spirit is the doctrine of God's
Word illustrated by christian experience
To the Word and the Testimony, it is
written in Gal. iv. 8: And because ye
are Sons, God bath sent forth the Spirit
of His Son into your hearts, crying Ab
ha Father." Again it is written in let
John v. 10 ; "He that believeth on the
Son bath the tritnrss in himself." In
Roni. viii. 15 and 16, it is set forth (if
possible) more clearly and strongly still.
The apostle in referring to the past and
present condition and experience of
those whom lie addressed, says : " For
ye have not received the spirit of bond
age again to fear; but ye have received
the spirit of adoption, whereby we cry
Abba Father. The Spirit itself beareth
witness with our spirit, that we are the
children of God."
These Scripture quotations teach most
conclusively that the sons of God have
the witness in themselves, that the
Holy Spirit in the believing heart en
ables it to cry Abba Father; that when
taken from the bondage of sin and
Satan and adopted into the family of
God, we receive the spirit of adoption—
the spirit of God bearing witness with
our spirit that we are the children of
God—and ninny others might he quoted
in which this blessed truth is set forth.
This doctrine resting upon the sure
foundation of God's Holy Word, has
been illustrated by the experience of
many reliable witnesses, who have tes
tified in life and in death, that they
knew by the witness of the Spirit that
they were the children of God, and thus
testifying they have triumphed over the
last enemy, and died in full hope of a
glorious immortality. Dr. Clark said
that "during his forty year's ministry,
he met with .40,000 who bad a clear and
full evidence that Clod for Christ's sake
had forgiven their sins, the Spirit itself
bearing witness with their spirit that
they were the children of God."
He enjoyed it himself, and attached
so much importance to it as a doctrine,
that he said "Christianity would be a
dead letter without it." Thousands now
in glory testified, by their experience
while on earth, to the truth of this doc
trine, and thousands of reliable living,
witnesses, whose testimony would be
received upon any other subject, testify
to the same. It has a great cloud of
witnesses. It is enjoyed and preached
by our ministers, and by the spiritual
of our members it is professed and en
joyed.
O, how highly should we appreciate
the exulted privilege of becoming the
children of God and of having that fact,
made known to us by the Holy Ghost,
confirmed by our own understanding,
under the enlightening influence of the
Word and Spirit of God. Behold, with
this witness we may feel ourselves per
fectly secure in this wicked world, for
Clod will not fail to take care of His chil
dren. All things shall be tirade to work
together for their good.
0. how secure end blest are they
Who feel Lite Joys of parilineid ale;
Should stories of wrath shal e • earth and sea
Their mluils have 111.0,1211 and peace wlth in.'
We may look beyond this world to
that bright and blissful world above,
assured that if faithful, it will be our
home, our happy home forever, for 'tis
our Father's house, the place prepared
for his children. "If children then
heirs." 0, what a glorious inheritance
will be ours! We now have the earnest
in our hearts. The witness of the Spirit!
The joys of Salvation!
If any ask, how Can thestv , "lli logs be?
We answer, By the Spirit and power of
God! It is His work, and is marvelous
in the eyes of men. if it be inquired
Hole can 11 sinner know
Hi, sins on earth forgiven?
How can my gracious Saviour show
My name Inscribed In kleavun?
e answer:
What we have felt and seen,
With confidence we tell;
And publish to the sons of tote
The signs Infallible.
We who in Christ believe
That ho for us hnth died,
We all the Hufy (Most revel V
And feel his blood applied.
Exults the rising soul,
Disburdened of her load
And swells unutterably full
Of Glory and of God.
The Spirit itself bearing witness with
our spirit that we are the Children of
(find.
FINE=
Col. Baker's Bloody Raid
Outeolen of the Indlnne.--A Merciless
Ponlehment—A Whole flood Exter.
mlonted.
BOZEMAN, M. T. Feb. 12.—0 f late the
.Montanians have been rejoicing over the
discoveries of gold in Missoula county, the
northwestern portion of the Territory. For
such a fast people however as this, oven
the news of fabulous hidden riches corning
to light within their very borders scion be
comes uninteresting, and they long for
other events of a more startling character.
This desire has been fully gratified by the
brilliant reception given by Brey. Col. E.
M. Baker, of the Second if. S. Cavalry, to
two hundred copperish representatives of
the Blood and Piegan tribes of Indians.
THE PIEOANS A PART OF THE BLACKFOOT
NATION.
Of all the Indians within our borders, or
on our confines, it is well known that the
Blackfoot nation is the most troublesome.
This nation is composed of the tribes known
as the Bloods, Piegans, and Blackfeet.
When the term Blackfoot is used, it is gen
erally understood as referring to the nation,
and not the particular tribe of that name.
They receive annuities from the liovern
ment, and in return rim off with Uncle
Sam's horses and shoot his soldiers. They
obtain food from a citizen, and repay his
act of kindness by riding to their camp with
his horses, and leaving, perhaps, an arrow
in his body. They have almost every
chance of escaping with their plunder and
fear no detection.
They possess the boldness to come to a
Post with their hands scarcely dry from
some white victim's blood, and stoutly as
, sort their innocence of any act of cruelty
towards, or robbery of their white brothers;
and with as gentle a video as these red
devils can assume, they insist Mat they are
"heap good
THEIR RECENT OUTRAO
For some time past they have been inure
impudent in their encroachments than
formerly. But a short time since they mur
dered in the presence of his family Malcolm
('lark, an old and much esteemed resident
of the mountains; formerly an army officer,
and a man possessed of high culture. Ills
family escaped the scalping knife, his
daughter by jumping through the
window and secreting herself in the brush,
and his two sons by cutting their way
through these inearnate fiends, though one
was severely wounded and barely escaped
his father's fate. Latterly . the Indians took
from a train on the road between Helena
and Fort Shaw, all the mules belonging to
it—sixty in number. Other depredations
and murders they have committed—the
facts of which are fresh in the memory of
our citizens. The details of the same would
tend to make my letter too long, and besides
I opine that what I have given above, will
lead The Sun's readers to form the same
opinion of this Indian nation's hellish
deeds, as if 1 had freely narrated all their
evil doings for the past four years.
Gen. Alfred Sully the Superintendent of
Indian affairs fur Montana, called upon the
Blackfeet to deliver up to the owners all
stock stolen from them, and to the United
States authorities the murderers ofMalcolm
Clark. Ido not know that they refused to
do this in tote, but suffice it to state that they
did not comply with the demands of Geld
Sully. The upshot of the matter was au
order issued by the Oen. Be Trobriand,
commanding the District of Montana, di
recting Col. Baker, commandant of Fort
Ellis, to proceed with all the cavalry of his
command to Fort Shaw.
COL. RARER'S WINTER MARCH.
Early on the morning of the 6th of Janu
ary four companies (1", G, 11, and I, of the
Second United States Cavalry under com
mand of Col. Baker, passed through the
main sally-port of Fort Ellis, and took up
their line of march for Fort Shaw, distant
about two hundred miles. The command
exceeded two hundred strong, rank and file.
They arrived at Fort Shaw on the 14th ult.,
at midday, having made eight camps on the
march. The thermometer indicated from
23 to 27 degrees. Besides a few frost-bitten
, fingers and toes, the soldiers suffered little.
They remained at Fort Shaw four days,
and were joined by Company A of the
Thirteenth Infantry, and seventy-six
mounted infantry men, detailed from the
different companies of the same regiment.
On the morning of the 19th, they moved
nut in quest of the Indians.
The command was officered as follows:
Maj. E. M. Baker, Second U. S. Cavalry,
Brevet Colonel U. S. A., in command.
Capt. Ed. Ball, commanding Company
Second Cavalry.
Bvt. Maj. L. Thompson, commanding
Company I, Second Cavalry.
Capt. S. H. Norton, commanding Com
pany G, Second Cavalry.
Lieut. G. C. Doane commanding Com
pany F, Second Cavalry.
Bvt. Lieut. Col. Geo. Higbee, Thirteenth
Infantry, commanding mounted Infantry.
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Capt. R. A. Torrey, commanding Com
pany A, Thirteenth Infantry.
This force numbered about three hun
dred and eighty men. Company A, Thir
teenth Intently, acted as guard for the
train, while the mounted infantry accom
panied the cavalry.
Before leaving S'haw it was currently re
ported that a large number of Bloods and
Plegans were encamped on the Manias
river. The direction taken by the troops
was a northeasterly one. utter proceeding
about tiny miles, - Col. Baker very wisely
left his wagons with their gua - rds, anti
pushed ahead with all the rapidity possi
ble. From now on night marches were
made, and the command moved along si
lently, though by no means slowly. The
thermometer still indicated severe weather,
but the men, anticipating a brush with the
Indians, were so excited that if the mer
cury had been frozen they would not have
beetled the cold.
THE INDIANS DISCOVERED.
At daybreak on the 2.3.1, a tepee, or lodge
was discovered about ten miles from the
Marius river. Tim inmates, two "braves"
and three squaws, of the Piegun tribe, were
taken prisoners. From them the intelli
gence was gleamed that a largo band of
their tribe was encamped about ten miles
distant on the Big Bend of the Marias. -
This news was hailed with satisfaction by
the men, who now saw an end to their
dreary winter march through a sterile
waste; and also felt sanguine that at last
they could meet their wily foes in a body
and conquer them. •
Thu word forward was given, spurs were
put in use, and away sped the gallant Ba
ker with his command following. Nearing
the river, a largo herd of ponies were dis
coveredguarded by Indians, and upwards
of four hundred ponies soon fell Into the
hands of our mom, and all the Indian
herders were
tad E Arr.tel: si.A TER.
Below where the herd was eaptured,
though not visible front the point, lay the
Piegan village. It consisted of 44 lodges
in all, the greater number °tithe right bank
of the river. At a glance Col. Baker com
prehended the situation. Dividing the
command, he ordered a detour to the rear
of the village to he made by one portion,
while he was to charge upon the main vil
lage with the remainder of the troops. The
Colonel's immediate rout mand commenced
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the light, and with terrific yells the soldiers
dashed upon the enemy. Company F,
Second Cavalry, opened a galling tire, fol
lowed be Company 1, of the same regi
ment. The attack was so sudden and vig
orous that the Indians were completely
taken by surprise. The majority of them
lord not even time to otteet their escape
front the lodges.
Tho scene rinse presented was ono of fright
nil reality. The hide covered lodges were
ripped with kniioes by the soldiers and'many
a bullet passing through the opening thus
made, laid low the braves within. The up
roar was deafening. The sounds of tiro arms,
yells of the infuriated soldiers, yells and
death-cries of thobre,lskins, the barking
and howling oftho Indian dogs all mingling
made the scene ono of terrible interest.—
Anon, kegs of powder carefully stowed
away in several of the lodges would ex.-
pie& and kill tho inmates. Here, a savage
would spring out with rifle in hand, but
only to full in his tracks. There, resistance
would be made, but the well f directed shots
soon caused the effort to cease. Several
attempted to pass from nne side of the river
to the other, but the wide circles of red,
with Indians in the centre, told but too
well how vain was the attempt. Though
all was in apparent confusion, still the
troops kept in such order that not one of
their shots hurt a comrade.
Brevet- Major Thompson, while gallantly
lighting, was attacked by an Indian whom
he did not perceive in [lmo to prevent him
from holding a rifle to his breast. Tho
hammer fell; the gun miwied lire; and,
with the death-cry on his lips, the savage's
spirit, aided by the Major's bullet, doubt
less winged iLs way to the Indian's spirit
land.
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The camp as conquered. 'rho regular.
had wiped their savage foes out completely.
The command encamped for the night on
the scene of action.
Tho following morning at early dawn the
killed wore counted, and it was ascertained
that 197 Indians had been thoroughly
quieted, while but few of them had escaped.
our loss was one killed—Private
MM=IN=II=O
One Spaniard, or perhaps a Mexican who
WaS trading with the Indians, Wax killed
with them.
Among the principal chiefs slain were
ad. Bear, Wolf's Tail, Heavy Runner,
ed Horn, Mountain Chiers Son, and
there equally prominent, whose name I
umot recall to mind.
Ono Piegan Indian, thinking that his
chances fur living a long time were few,
and eager to have his days prolonged to
an indefinite period, in n fit Cl desperation
killed his two squaws, and drew their
corpses over his cowardly form. lie feign
ed death, but it availed him nothing, for
soon his spirit Joined those of his squaws.
Six other of the savages ran over a hill on
the right bunk of the river, and stumped
from the main command; but their evi
star guided them to a point where a few
soldiers were guarding the captured herd,
and soon these Indians also lay stiff on the
ground.
The boldest flight was that of a prisoner
chief. Watching his chance, he sprang ou t
from among his captors, and, luckily for
himself, succeeded in making good his
escape . Had the soldiers tired at him,
doubtless some of their comrades would
have suffered, for the reason that the com
mand at that time was scattered, the tight
having ended.
Private Mullis of the cavalry fought in
such a desperate manner as not only to at
tract the attention of his officers but also
that of nearly t oo entire command. Ho
killed alone, anti unaided by his comrades,
twenty Indians.
THE DESTREMON OF PROPERTY.
This was a very rich camp. A large
number of skins, furs, and robes were
stored in the different lodges; but small
pox having been known to prevail In the
village at this time, it was therefore deermed
advisable to give everything up to the torch.
This l'iegan village has vanished with Its
inmates. Nothing now remains to show
its existence save blackened spots where the
lodges and stores were destroyed by fire,
ghastly corpses strewn around, ravens flit
ting to and fro, and cowardly wolves
snarling and snapping over their feasts.
The LOSS Of the Oneida—Details of the
Catastrophe.
SAN FnaNcisco, March I.—The ship
Benefactress arrived to-day from Yokatia
ma, with full details of the loss of the U. SI
steamer Oneida, which left Yokohama on
Jan. '23d, homeward bound. The steamer
left her anchorage about 5 P. M., and the
accident occurred at 7 o'clock the name eve
ning.
On passing out of the harbor her tires
were banked and the steam blown off.—
While the officers wore at dinner, at about
7 I'. M., the lookout man shouted "Steam
er lights ahead ! " and a midshipman gays
the order to " Port helm." Everything
seemed quiet on board the other steamer,
and this leads to the belief that sho had not
observed the Oneida, although her lights
were burning brightly. The steamer,
which proved to he the Bombay, of the
Peninsular and Oriental line, came right
on and struck the Oneida on the starboard,
about half-way between the main and
mizzen rigging. A hole was cut, through
which the whole interior of the ship was
visible. Two non standing at the wheel
were Instantly killed. Tho Bombay did
not stop after crashing through the Oneida,
though the guns of the latter, which hap
pened to be loaded, were almost instantly
tired, to attract her attention and bring her
back.
orders were given to lower the boats, but
only rue life-boat was available, the others
haying been crushed. The life-boat was
manned by Dr. Suddards, the boatswain,
and one hundred and fifty of the crew.
Five guns were fired, but before the sixth
could be discharged, the Oneida Rank, with
in ten minutes after she was struck. None
of those saved saw a man or heard a voice
on board the Bombay.
They report that When it became evident
that there was no hope of saving the ship
the officers gathered around Captain Wil
liams, and he was heard to say, if she went
down he would go with her. The life boat
way obliged to leave the sinking ship to
avoid being swamped. After pulling about
for a while, the crew of the life boat, seeing
none of the crew floating, not ono of the 160
who went down, unwillingly put their
boat's head landward, about live miles dis
tant.
On landing, the natives treated them
kindly and obtained the assistance of a
guide and then started to walk to Yoko
hama, which they reached at daylight the
next martin g. The Bombay WILY immedi
ately ordered to the scene of the wreck and
succeeded in saving 39 mon who had got
into the cutter when she floated, when the
ship went down, and several other ves
sels, ono with Minister belong on board,
proceeded to the scene of the disaster dur
ing the day, but no more lives were saved.
The Japanese Government sent boats and
apparatus to search in the wreck, and if
necessary to bury the dead.
A naval court-martial has been demand
ed by the Captain of the Bombay. The of
ficers and men of the Oneida numbered 176,
only 56 of whom including Dr. Stuidard
survived the disaster.
Spilo Bridget% Over the
earth nod South
Platt Rirs. -
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O.3IALIA, March 3.—Two Spile Bridges
over the North and South Platte rivers,
near Fort McPherson, Nebraska, were con
tracted for yesterday—in all 1,150 yards
long. This Ls looked upon with great in
terest, as it opens up to settlement a largo
tract of country on the Republican river,
heretofore almost unapproachable. An
election has been ordered in Lincoln to
discuss whether the county shall issue
$20,000 worth of bonds, in aid of the con
a truction of similar bridges near that place .
over South Platte river.