Huntingdon journal. (Huntingdon, Pa.) 1843-1859, July 03, 1849, Image 1

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The Two Shadows,
It was an evening calm and fair
As ever drank the dew of June ;
The living earth, the breathless air,
Slept by the shining moon.
There was a rudely woven sent,
That lay beneath a garden wall—
I heard two voices, low and sweet—
I saw two shadows fall.
Two shadows—side by side they were—
With but a line of light between ;
If shapes more real lingered there,
Those shapes were all unseen.
The voice which seemed of deepest tone
Breathed something which I scarcely heard,
And there was silence, save alone
One faintly whispered word.
And then the longer shadow drew
Nearer and nearer, till it came
So close that one might think the two
Were melting to the same.
I hoard a sound that lovers know—
A sound from lips that do not speak
rut oh ! it leaves a deeper glow
Than words upon the cheek.
Dear maiden, hest thou ever known
That sound which sets the soul on fire 1
And is it not the sweetest tone
Wrung from earth's shattered lyre 1
Alas ! upon my boyish brow,
Fair lips have often more than smiled ;
But there are none to press it now—
I am no more a child.
Long, long the blended shadows lay
As they were in a viewless fold;
And will they never break away,
So loving, yet so cold
They say that spirits walk the vale,
But that I truly do not know—
I wonder, when I told the tale,
Why Fanny crimsoned so
Oh, time is sweet, when roses meet,
With Spring's sweet breath around them ;
And sweet the cost, when hearts are lost,
If those we love have found them :
And sweet the mind that still can find
A star in darkest weather;
But nought can be so sweet to see
As old friends meet together.
Those days of old, when youth was bold,
And time stole wings to speed it,
And youth ne'er knew how fast time flew,
Or knowing, did not heed it !
Though gray each brow that meets us now,
For age brings wint'ry weather,
Yet nought can be so sweet to see
As those old friends together !
The few long known, whom years have shown
With hearts that friendship blesses :
A hand to cheer, perchance a tear,
To soothe a friend's distresses;
Who help'd and tried, still side by side,
A friend to face hard weather :
Oh, thus may we yet joy to see
And meet old friends together!
The following interesting narrative is taken
from Mr. Bickett's forthcoming history of Ala
bama. The relation of the arrest carries upon
its face the appearance of so much truthfulness
that we readily give it to our readers. It will
be seen that the late Major Gen. Gaines, then a
Lieutenant, arrested Col. Burr, and directed
his conveyance to Richmond, Virginia, where
his trial took place :
The Court House of Washington coun
ty, in the present State of Alabama,
then known as a part of the Mississippi
Territory, was in a small village called
Wakefield, a few miles West of the
Tombigby river. Here, late at night,
in the month of February, 1807, Col.
Nicholas Perkins, a lawyer, and Thomas
Malone, Clerk of the Court, were enga
ged at a game of backgammon beside
their cabin fire. Presently the sound
of horses' feet attracted their attention.
Tie game suddenly stopped, and the
players wondered who were the riders
ut such a late hour of the night. The
little cabin stood immediately on the
highway, and the travellers rode near
the door, who inquired if the village
contained a tavern—answered in the
affirmative, one of them asked if Colonel
Hinson lived in the neighborhood. He
was informed that it was seven miles
distant to his house.—the road obscure,
and a difficult creek lay in the route.—
Nothing daunted, the rider eagerly
sought information as to the forks, and
how to cross the creek. By this time,
the fire, replenished by light wood,
threw a blaze in the face of the travel
ler nearest the door. His countenance
was highly interesting. His eyes spar
kled like diamonds. He rode a splendid
horse with fine saddle and holsters.—
His dress was that of a plain country
man, but beneath his coarse pantaloons
protruded a pair of fashionable boots.
His striking countenance, together with
the strange mixture of his apparel and
equipage, produced in the mind of Per
kins vivid and permanent suspicions,
and as they rode off, he remarked to
Malone, "That is Aaron Burr." "How
do you know 1" "I have read a des
cription of him in the proclamations,
and lam certain 'tis he. He must be
apprehended. Let us follow him to
Hinson's and take measures for his ar
rest." Malone remonstrated upon the
folly of such an expedition at so late an
hour of the night,.und declined to accom
pany him. The impulsive Perkins now
waked up Theodore Brightwell, the
sheriff, then asleep in an adjoining
house. Both mounting their horses,
they took the road to Col. Hinson's.—
The night was bitter cold, and the pine
forest moaned and moaned again the
most lonesome and melancholy sighs.
The two strangers reached Hinson's
inn safely about eleven o'clock at night,
and hailed at the gate. 'rile moon was
now up, and Mrs. Hinson, rising from
her bed, saw, through the window, their
saddle-bags and tin-cups, and knew they
were travellers. She made no answer,
because her husband was not at home.
The strangers went into the kitchen,
where a large fire was still blazing.—
Perkins and Brightwell shortly hove in
sight of the dwelling. The former re
collecting that the travellers had seen
him at the cabin, declined to go into the
house, but sent Brightwell, whom lie re- i
quested to return to him lit a certain
place in the woods, after lie hod ascer- I
mined whether the person was Burr or
not. Mrs. Hinson, recognizing the
voice of the sheriff, who was her rela
tion, rose and opened the door, saying
how glad she was to see hint, as two
strangers had stopped at the house, and
her husband being absent, she felt alar
med. Brightwell repaired to the kitch
en, found the mysterious traveller sit
ting by the fire, warming himself, with
his head down, and a handkerchief part
ly concealing his face. His companion
had gone to attend to the horses. A
hasty supper was prepared in the main
building, which was a double log house,
and the strangers sat down to it. The
elder gentleman thanked the lady in the
most courteous terms for her kindness,
and apologized for the trouble they had
imposed on her. His conversation was
most agreeable, and Mrs. Hinson soon
discovered that the gentleman and his
attire did correspond. His attention
was often directed to Brightwell, who
stood before the fire, and at whom he
cast the keenest glances, evidently en
deavoring to read his thoughts. A mo
mentary separation taking place between
the strangers after supper, Mrs. Hinson
asked the younger one, " Do 1 not have
the honor of entertaining in my house
the celebrated Col. Burr !" Confused
and mortified, he gave her no satisfac
tory answer, but left the room.
This question was suggested by
Brightwell, who had previously com
municated his suspicions to her.
Early iu the morning, the mysterious
personage, seeking a private interview,
disclosed his name to Mrs. Hinson, re
gretted the absence of her husband,
whom he had seen at Natchez, said lie
was discovered, and would prosecute
his journey, but had intended passing a
week with Cul. Hinson. Alter inquiring
the route to Pensacola and Mrs. Carson's
ferry, on the Tombigby, ho called for
writing material, anti indited several
letters. He returned about nine o'clock
in the morning, and the travellers set
out for the Cut-olf, not far distant.
Let us now return to Cul. Perkins,
whom we left last night in the woods,
highly excited, and shivering in the
cold. Why did not Brightwell keep his
promise 1 No one knows. It is a mys
tery to this day. Perkins remained at
his post until his patience was exhaus
ted, and supposing that Brightwell,
probably on account of the fascinations
of Burr, or the pity which had seized
him in his behalf, had betrayed their
plans, now mounted his horse and rude
rapidly to the house of Mr. Joseph Bates,
Sr., at Nannuhubba Bluff; to avoid the
creeks in the main route to Fort Stud
dart. He procured from Out gentleman
a canoe and a negro, dropping down the
Tombigby, and arrived at Fort Stoddart
just alter day-break. The commandant
was Edmund I'. Gaines, then a young
Lieutenant, now a distinguished Major
General. Col. Perkins briefly tacquutu
ted that officer with the particulars of
his last night's adventure, and of his
suspicions which, although of slight
foundation, had nevcrthelLss impressed
him with their solemn convictions of
their truth. Placing himself ut the head
of a file of mounted soldiers, the Lieu
tenant immediately rode off with Per
kins. On the rise of a hill, South of a
branch, and near a wolf pen, two miles
below Col. Hinson's, the Lieutenant
suddenly encountered the person he was
pursuing, riding in company with his
travelling cornpunion and sheriffßright
well, when the following conversation
took place:
Gaines, I presume I have the honor
of addressiniCul. Burr.
Burr.-1 am a traveller and stranger
in the land, and I do not recognize your
right to ask such a question.
Gaines.—l arrest you at the instance
of the United States.
Burr.—By what authority do you ar
rest me, a traveller and a stranger in
the highway, on my own private busi
Gaines.-1 am an officer of the United
States Army; I hold in my hand the
Proclamation of the President, and Gov
ernor of the Mississippi Territory, di
recting your arrest.
Burr.—You are a young man, and
may not be aware of the responsibility
of arresting a traveller 1
Gaines.-1 am aware of my responsi
bility-1 know my duty. .. _
u al. Burr now entered into a brief ar
gumeDt to show that these proclamations
should never have been issued, and in
following their dictates the Lieutenant
would be subjecting himself to much
damage and blame. His manner was
firm, his air majestic and his language
impressive; but the firm young officer
told him his mind was made up—he
must accompany him to his quarters
where he would be treated with all the
respect due the ex-Vice President of the
United States, so long as he made no at
tempt to escape. Without further re
monstrance, Col. Burr became a prison
er, and separated from the two gentle
men riding with him. The party reach
ed Fort Stoddart in the evening, and the
prisoner was shown his apartment,
where he took his dinner alone. Late
in the night Col. Burr heard a groan in
an adjoining room. He arose, opened
the door, and approached the bedside of
Mr. Geo. S. Gaines, who was suffering
from sickness. Burr's manner was kind
to him ; lie felt his pulse, offered his ser
vices, said he had travelled much and
knew something of medicine. They en
tered into a sprightly conversation.—
Burr asked questions about the country
and the Choctaw Indians, among whom
. Mr. Gaines lived as United States fac
tor. The next day, Burr being intro
duced to the wife of the commandant, a
daughter of the late Judge Harry Toul
min, dined with the family, and enliven
ed the whole party with his wit, spright
liness and elegant discourse. In the
I evening he played chess with Mrs.
Gaines, with whom he was often a fre
quent competitor in that interesting
game. Of nights he sought the compa
ny of the invalid, who became exceed
ingly attached to Col. Burr. During
their midnight conversations, often and
often would the heart of Geo. S. Gaines
grieve over the misfortunes of this great
man. During the time they were to
gether, Col. Burr, never once alluded to
his arrest, his troubles or his future
plans. From his early youth it had been
his custom to conceal things in relation
to himself, mid he always endeavored to
throw air of mystery over his acts.
After Col. Burr had been safely con
ducted to Fort Stoddart, the indefatiga
ble Perkins departed from Wakefield,
and caused the arrest of Burr's travel
ling companion, who was a Major Ash
ley. Justices William H. Hargrave and
John Ccller placed him under a guard,
from whom he fled in the night, and
made his way rapidly to Tennessee,
where he became engaged in taking tes
timony for Burr's trial at Richmond.—
The distinguished prisoner had been
confined at the Fort for about three
weeks before Lieutenant Gaines comple
ted his arrangements to convey him to
Washington city. The difficulties were
great. There were no roads, no car
riages, no ferries, and few men could be
found in the sparely settled country who
would undertake a journey so long and
perilous over savage lands. Finally Col.
Burr left the fort under guard, and pro
ceeded in a government boat up the Ala
bama river and into the Tensaw lake,
with Lieutenant Gaines, and stopped at
the house of Al r. John Mills. Here some
ladies wept upon seeing the low estate
to which this great man was reduced,
and one of them, Mrs. Jack Johnson,
named her son Aaron Burr. He is still
alive, and he is net the only boy named
Aaron Burr in the Mississippi Territory.
The ladies every where espoused his
cause in the south-western New World.
It is a prominent and noble train in the
female character, to admire a man of da
ring and generous impulses, and to pity
and defend him in his adversities.
At the boat yard in the present county
of Baldwin, State of Alabama, the crew
disembarked, and here lived William
and John Pierce, natives of New Eng
land, who had several years before es
tablished one of the first cotton gins in
Alabama, and trading establishment.—
Gaines gave the command of the guard
intended to convey Burr to Washington
city, to Col. Nickolas Perkins, a lawyer
late from Tennessee. His men were
Thomas Malone, formerly a clerk in the
land office at Raleigh, N. C., and then
the clerk of Washington county, Ala
bama, Henry B. Slade, of North Caro.
line, and two brothers M'Cormacks,
from Kentucky—added to these were
two United States soldiers. They were
all men whom Perkins selected and
whom he could rely upon under all cir
cumstances. He took these men aside
and obtained from them the most solemn
pledges, that upon the whole route to
Washington city, they would not con
verse with Burr, or let him escape alive.
Perkins knew how fascinating Burr was
feared his familiarity with his men—in
deed he feared the same influence upon
himself. His character for making strong
impressions upon the human mind, and
attaching men to him by association,
was well known to the world. When
Col. Burr fled from the Natchez settle
ment, he procured a disguised dress,
and was still attired in it. His panta
loons were of coarse, copperas cloth,
with roundabout of inferior drab. His
hat, a flapping, wide brimmed beaver,
had in times been white, but now gave
evidence of having encountered much
rough weather. Placed upon his fine
horse, he bestrode him most elegantly
and flashed his large dark eyes as though
he were at the head of his New York
Regiment. To use a common expression
of the old settlers who saw him in Ala
bama, kis "eyes were peculiar, they
looked like stars." Each man of the
expedition carried provision for himself
and some for Col. Burr. They were all
well mounted, with no arms except pis
tols in holsters, and two muskets, borne
by the two soldiers. The party set out
from the boat yard in the latter part of
Feb. 1807. In a quarter of a mile of this
place the dreadful massacre of Fort
Mimms occurred six years afterwards.
Pursuing the Indian path which led from
the "Bixby settlement" to Fort Wilkin
son on the distant Oconee, the gu'ard
travelled the first day about thirty miles.
At night the only tent in company was
pitched for the prisoner, who reposed
himself upon blankets.
The lower part of Monroe county a
bounded with immense pine forests.
Here the ex-Vice President lay the first
night, by rousing fires, which threw a
glare over the dismal woods, while his
ears were saluted with the howl of hun
gry wolves! In the wilds of Alabama,
in a small tent, reposed this august per
sonage; having no one to converse with,
surrounded by a guard; a prisoner of the
United States, for whose liberties he had
fought, whose government he had help
ed to form, exiled from New York,
whose statues and institutions bore the
impress of his great mind : deprived by
death of his splendid wife, his only child
then on the distant coast of Carolina ;
his professional pursuits abandoned and
his fortune swept from him ; the magnif
icent scheme of the conquest of Mexico
uprooted and the fragments dispersed ;
slandered and hunted down from one
end of the Union to the other—all these
things were sufficient to weigh down an
ordinary being and sink him to an un
timely grave. Col. Burr, however, was
no common man. In the morning he
rose cheerfully and pursued his journey.
Although guarded with vigileuce, his
few wants were gratified as far as they
could be, and he was treated with respect
and kindness. The trail being narrow,
as are all Indian highways, Burr rode in
the middle, having a part of the guard
in front and the others behind him, all
in single file. The route lay about eight
miles south of the present city of Mont
gomery, then an Indian town called En
conharte, meaning Red Ground.
In 1811 Gen. Wade Hampton cut out
the Federal road along this trail, which
was well known to early settlers as the
only high way in South Alabama. The
guard passed by the sits of the present
Mt. Meigs, and stopped at the house of
"Old Millet'," the former wife of a Brit
ish soldier, who, with her husband in
1770, left the barracks at Savannah and
came to the Creek nation. She had long
been a resident of these wild woods,
now in the county of Montgomery,
her present husband, a colored man na
tried Evans, was employed by Perkins
to pilot the party over the dangerous
creeks, the Cubatche and Culabee,
which they had to swim. It was a per
ilous and fatiguing march ; the rain de
scending for days in chilling torrents,
and raising rivulets so high as to cause
horsemen to swam at every point. Hun
dreds of Indians thronged the trail and
the patty could have been shot down,
but the fearless Perkins bore on his dis
tinguished prisoner amid the angry ele
ments and human foes. In their route
they slept in the woods, on reed and
sward, and their belled and hobbled hor
ses fed around. Col. Burr, was a splen
did rider, and always on the alert. Al
tho' wet for hours and riding 40 miles a
day, and sleeping on the ground upon
a thin pallet, yet in the whole distance
to Richmond, that impenetrable man was
never heard to complain. At the Cate
boochie was a crossing. place owned by
the Indians ; our eflects were carried o
, ver in canoes, and the horses swam a
, long side. In this manner they crossed
the Flint and Ochmulgee. At Fort
Wilkinson on the Oconee, they entered
the first ferry boat they had seen on all
the route ; and a few miles further, they
were sheltered by the first civilized
roof, a tavern keeper named Bevin.
While waiting for breakfast, a man came
along, asked where we came from. Be
ing told from the Bigbec settlement.
lie immediately fell upon the fruitful
theme of the traitor Aaron Burr ; ask
ing if he had been taken; was he not a
very bad man, and was not every body
afraid of himl Perkins and party were
much annoyed but made no reply. Burr
was setting in a corner by the lire with
his head down ; he DOW raised it and
planting his fiery eve on Bevin, said, "I
am Aaron Burr, what do you want with
met" Bevin struck with his appearance
—the keenness of his look, and the sol
emnity and dignity of his manner, stood
aghast and shook like a leaf uttering not
another word while the guard remained.
When Perkins reached the line of S.
Carolina, he watched Burr, more closely
than ever. In this State lived Burr's
son-in-law, Col. Joseplt Alston, a man of
talents, wealth and influence, and after.
wards Governor of the State. On the
frontier of Georgia he endeavored to
convey the prisoner by by roads, and to
avoid the towns lest he should be rescu
ed. The plait was attended with diffi
culty. They were lost often; the march
impeded and the highway again rebuilt
' ed. Just before entering the town of
I Chester Court house, S. C. the party hal
ted. Two men were placed before; two
on each side, and two behind Burr,
and in this manner they passed a tav
ern, where many persons were standing
while music and dancing were heard in
the house. Seeing the assembly of men
so near him, Burr suddenly dismouted,
and exclaimed in a loud voice, "I am
Aaron Burr, under military arrest, and I
claim the protection of the civil authori
ties." Perkins dismounted and ordered
him to remount, Burr said WILL rn!"
Not wishing to shoot him, Perkins threw
down his pistol, and being a man of pro
digious strength, and the prisoner a
small man, seized him by the waist and
placed him in the saddle as though he
were a child. Thomas Malone seized
the reins of his horse, slipped them o
ver his head, and led Burr rapidly on.
The astonished citizetts had seen a par
ty enter with a prisoner, had heard him
appeal to them for protection, had seen
.him forced on his horse again, and the
party vanished before they had time to
recover from their confusion—for when
Burr dismounted, the guard generally
cocked their pistols, and the people ran
into the piazza to get out of danger.
This feat proves that Perkins was well
fitted for the difficult task which Gaines
assigned him.
Burr was still to some extent popular
in South Carolina, and any wavering or
fear on the part of Perkins would have
lost him his prisoner; but the celerity of
his movements gave no time for the peo
ple to reflect before he was afar off.
Here the guard halted; Col. Burr was in
a high state of excitement; he was in
tears. The kind hearted Malone also
I wept at seeing the low condition to
1 which he was reduced. It was the first
time any one had seen Aaron Burr un
manned. The bold attempt at escape,
its failure, and the treatment he had re
. cefved, produced these sudden emotions.
The guard was very much alarmed for
fear Burr should be rescued in South
Carolina. Malone and Henry advised
the purchase of a carriage. The former
t j took charge of the guard and proceeded
on, while Perkins returned to the vil
liege sod purchased a gig.—The next
day Burr was placed in the vehicle, and
I was driven without further incident to
I Fredericksburgh, Va. Here despatches
front President Jefferson required Per
kins to convey his prisoner to Richmond.
The guard took the stage and soon reach
. ed that place. The ladies in Richtnond
I vied with each other itt contributing to
the comforts of Burr. Some Fending
fruit, others clothes, wine, etc. Perkins
• and his :nen went to Washington, were
• paid for their services, and returned to
Alabama via Tennessee.
Col. Burr arrived at Richmond on the
26th March, 1807. For want of testi
mony he was not placed on trial for 'trea
son" until the 22d of August. On the
let of Sept. the jury returned a verdict
of "not guilty."
Youthful Perseverance.
A lad about 18 years of age arrived
in this city by the cars night before
last. His story, though brief, is an
interesting one, and exhibits a strength
of close-clinging affection, which it is a
pleasure to record. His mother and
sister left Ireland about a year ago for
America, and the boy then being a bound
apprentice was not permited to accom•
pany them, although he desired to do
so. Some eight months after their
departure, the little fellow, without a
VOL, XIV, NO. 25
peny in his pocket, ran away from his
master, walked to' Dublin city, told his
story to the captain of an American ship,
and tearfully .olicited his aid ill taking
him to his mother. 'I he captain told
him that the U. States was a very large
country, and should he get there he
might not find the object of his search;
but the little "Japhet, ' was determined
to "try," and finally got the captain's
consent to take him across the ocean in
the capacity of n second cook. The
vessel arrved at New York, and the lit
tle fellow, all alone, searched the metro.
polls throughout—enquiring of the Irish
families of the whereabouts of his moth
er, but to no purpose. During this
search, which continued more than a
week, the little fellow met his current
expence by doing chores in the street,
such as holding horses, &c—for a lad of
that kind could not be dishonest. Fail
ing iii New York, he worked his pas
sage on a steamer to Albany, worked
his way to Buffalo, thence to Situdusky,
and on to Cincinnati—making a journey,
in all, of about four thousand miles, in
search of his mower ! Upon his arrival
here he immediately sought out the Irish
residents, and, for the first time, li,ard
of the object of his long and singular
pilgrin-age, He learned that his mother
and sister had lived in Cincinnati, but
about a month since had moved to Vance
' burg, Ky. The little " Japhet," in
the fulness of his joy was determined
that an hour should not be lost, and went
to captain Grace, of the Brilliant, yes
terday, and told his story. The captain
took him on board, gave him some
money. and provided him comfortably
for the passage, and doubtless ere this,
the little fellow is in the arms of the
loved ones of his search. It is a fact
not unworthy of record, that while on
board the Brilliant, the boy was recog
nized by a gentleman who was pas
senger on the same vessel upon which
he crossed the ocean, who fully cot.-
' roberated his story.—Cin. Cora.
IMPROVED FENCE.—The friend of iro
provment in everything, I deem it my
especial duty to suggest to those who
have lands to enclose, the propriety of
making trial of a species of fence of which
I have recently had a description, and
which is said to be both cheap and effi
ient. The posts aro made of common
clay, struck in moulds of the desired
size, and burnt in kilns, the same as
bricks. These posts are perforated
with holes of the size of a common pipe
stem, and are either three or four in
number, as required, and are made before
burning, or in the mould. The posts
are set in the soil, after receiving a coat
of coal tar. Wires are then passed
through the holes, from post to post,
properly secured, and coated with coal
tar or paint, to preserve the surface from
atmospheric action and prevent rust.—
This fence is cheap, looks well and is
very durable.
I would say to those of my farming
friends who have fence posts of oak,
cedar, or other wood to set, that they
should be thoroughly seasoned, and the
low parts intended to be inserted in the
soil, charred. A fire of shavings may
be kindled, and the ends of the posts
placed so as to be carbonized by its
action, are easily prepnred at the rate
of twenty or more at a time. Charred
posts last for a much greater length of
time, in the same soil, than those which
are not charred.—Ger. Tel.
A TEST QUESTU N. -A few months
since, as a number of gentlemen were
grouped around a corner of one of the
great thoroughfares of Lowell, the con
versation turned on the question wheth
er the Irish really ore more witty than
other people or not. The contest ran
high for some time ; and the parties
being equal divided, it was agreed to
test the point on the first Irishman, that
appeared. No sooner said than done.
As if he bad been sent by special com
mission, around the corner came a son
of Erin, apparently fresh from the bogs.
"Good day, friend !" said one of the
company. _ .
I.6ou'il day I and the top of the morn
ing to yer honer, inter the bargain!"
replied Pat drying
"1 should like to ask you a question,"
pursued the other.
"True for you, an' isn't that same jist
what I expected all the way till 1 cum
fornist ye 1"
"Listen, friend: for the question is
a very importan t one. If the devil
should be told he might have one of us,
which would he first choose?"
"Why me, to be sure," responded Pat.
"Ay ; mid why so 1"
"He knows he could get ether of you
at any timer
The club adjourned—sine die.
Qom" Go to thunder," is now reduced
to .4 Take your departure to the abode
of the reverberating echoes of heaven's