Springfield Weekly Republican, 1855-08-25

At lost, Woodcock turned to the child, and taking a seat, lifted her to his knee. He put her head back, and looking in her face a moment, bent like a reed over her, and hiding his rough face upon her neck, gave himself up to a paulon of grief and tenderness which conld only find ey eypresaion - presaion eypresaion in long and convulsive saspirations. The t illagers, one after knbtber, looked Into the door and window, and there was no smile upon their face* as they gave their places to others. ' Don't forget me, Mary,' said Woodcock, as he raised hi* head, ' don't forget me, and don't b'lieve anv on 'em when they tell you I was a dis disgrace - grace disgrace to yon. Goodbye!' And straining her to Ids heart, he set her upon bis own chair, and looked fiercely out upon the gathering crowd. Looking lieyond the crowd, he saw the constable, John Searles, approaching the bouse rapidly, and he knew that he must act immediately. Passing, by little more than a'single leap, out at the back door, he ran for the river, and as his exit was witnessed by several persons, a wild outcry was raised, and this seemed to break the spell that rested on the crowd. They rushed after him with a wild halloo, and succeeded in reaching the riv river's - er's river's hank in time to see him push rapidly out upon the current in his canoe. The constable and half a dozen others went out in pursuit, bnt soon returned, well knowing his superiority at the oar, and the danger there would be in at attempting - tempting attempting his capture upon the water. Wood Woodcock's - cock's Woodcock's little craft, under the long sweeping strokes of his one oar, slipped through the water with wonderful velocity, and soon looked so small that, with its apparent life, it seemed more like a deer swimming the stream than the transport of a man. The speck gradually curved in to the eastern shore, ran in among the bnshes, and dis disappeared - appeared disappeared . The crowd then turned and went chat chattering - tering chattering excitedly back to the village. This attack upon the minister produced an ex excitement - citement excitement which was long in subsiding. The fact became known that Mary Woodcock had bitten the minister's hand, and all wondered why some corrective measures were not instituted against her. Then, little by little, in some unaccounta unaccountable - ble unaccountable way, the story of the witchcraft practiced upon Mr Moxon's children became known, tiU, at last, it was notorious in every particular, and was the theme of a world of idle gossip. But Woodcock did not return, and the affairs of the plantation soon assumed their accustomed phase. Mr Moxon (after a month's confinement) preach preached - ed preached on in his usual way; Mr Pynchon bought bea beaver - ver beaver and distributed justice with his characteristic fairness and urbanity; the planters planted and builded; the women cooked, mended, and gos gossiped - siped gossiped ; the children grew, and seed-time and har harvest - vest harvest came and went m the revolving circle of the years, as they have done since the birth of the rainbow. Hear Jaaaes Bell I Senator James Beil of New Hampshire was a Webster whig of the most conservative school. And he is truer to that faith, when he takes the position which he did, as thus reported, at the late mass repubh'can convention in Maine, than are those who, with the same antecedents, think they are consistent in opposing an anti-slavery un union - ion union against the administration, and prefer, directly or indirectly, to uphold it "He said that he should speak his own senti senti-1 - -1 senti-1 meats freely, although he might differ from many present. He had been a whig, and had been proud to be such, proud to stand in the ranks where Henry Clay, Daniel Webster and other worthies had stood; bnt the whig party had gone down, it cannot be revived. The recent elections at the sonth show that no whig has been elected, not a candidarc has been run even as a whig. What folly, then, to suppose that the whig party can be revived - can be a living, acting party. What the administration aims at is, to secure Kanzas and the whole north to slavery. He could see no difficulty for a union of men from all polit ical parties upon the great question of the day. Party names are of no value; principles are every everything. - thing. everything. Tne Kanzas act was sprung upon the couiitry. It never could have been done deliber deliberately. - ately. deliberately. Now we are called upon to acquiesce; to say nothing about it. The British once burned your beautiful city of Portland; why did you not acquiesce ? He had no idea of submitting to any such acquiescence. The only way to put a stop io this continual din on the part of the south on the sulyn t of slavery - this continual aggression - is to make a most determined resistance. (Applause.) The next topic of the speaker was the deter deteri - i deteri mined aim of the south to revolutionize the gov governmen - ernment governmen - to subvert it from its high, original aim and make it subservient to slavery. The ae ae' - ' ae' tion of the administration in the Kanzas matter conclusively showed this. Kamas was to be a battlefield. How can there be harmony where in one field the slave driver cracks his whip, while in the adjoining field the free emigrant from Maine, fresh from the air of freedom, with free principles, pursues his labor? How can there be peace when ruffians from Missouri enact at once the unfair Missouri code of laws with all their mob law proceedings. The whole thing is an outrage. It must be put back; there must be resti restitution. - tution. restitution. (Cheers.) The people of Maine have an interest in this matter. They must take the side ' of freedom and right. This is a great question. If von go to the polls, citizens of Maine, and do your duty in this matter, millions yet to dwell in that vast'territory now to be rescued from slavery, will in future years return their heartfelt thanks." Party Pbejcdick. - A good anecdote is told of a countryman from New York, who was visit visiting - ing visiting Washington at the time Mr Van Buren was vice president. Our friend was a red hot demo democrat, - crat, democrat, and of course held Mr Van Buren in the highest reverence. He sat in the circular gallery of the Senate, gazing at the vice president with a mingled feeling of awe and state pride, when sud suddOS - dOS suddOS a tall and :mve>:y :v?. o ared at the side of the hall and beckoned to Mr Van Buren. There was little business doing, and the vice pres president, - ident, president, calling a senator to the chair, joined the person mentioned, when both seated themselves on a sofa, both suuffed from the same box, the hand of the vice president was laid playfully on the knee of his companion, and every now and then a hearty laugh would escape them, showing that whatever might be the topic they were dis discussing, - cussing, discussing, it was one which was agreeable to both of them. 'ls that Mr Calhoun with the vice pres president?' - ident?' president?' inquired our countrv friend. 'No, sir.' 'lsit Mr Benton." - No, sir.' 'ls it Gen Wall?' 'No.sir.' May I ask who it is?' ' Why. that is Mr Clay.' 'Mr Clay!'almost shrieked the man - ' does Mr Van Buren speak to him ! Kot me if ever I vote for him again!'and the countryman stalked ftotn the hall, firmly believing the coun country - try country was lost. Startling Statistics. - Of one hundred men in business, eighty have to die poor, ten on only - ly only acquire a moderate competency,five handsome fortunes, and but one - that is, one per cent. - turns up a millionaire. These failures are imput imputable - able imputable partly to misfortune, and partly to imprudent and extravagant living. The Hudson Bay company started an Arctic expedition from the Great Slave I,ake some time since, the object of which is to visit the lo locality - cality locality where, according to the information furnish furnished - ed furnished by Dr Rae. Sir John Franklin and his unfor unfortunate - tunate unfortunate companions perished, and to ascertain more frilly, if possible, respecting their sad fate.

stancea and events of the occasion, another swarm of doubts came against him, from another direc direction. - tion. direction. If this were the Devil, operating directly or indirectly upon his children; if the children had been in his power, was not their release from his influence evidence that he had been conciliated by the very prayer w hich had just been regarded as the procurer of God's favor ? Had not the Ad Adversary - versary Adversary been pleased by seeing him and his wife upon their knees, once more? Was it not a promise from the great enemy* of souls to abstain from hurting the children, on condition that the parents would return to the bosom of the church from which they had gone out? These two or orders - ders orders of questions could only result in confusion, and it was In the utter hopelessness of their reso resolution - lution resolution that he took his hat, and, re-assuring him himself - self himself of the recovery* of his children, passed out of his house into the open air. The atmosphere ^vas raw and chilly, portend portending - ing portending a storm. Rustling leaves were driving across the street, sometimes in parti-colored flocks, and sometimes singly, clinging here and there to a stump or a stone, and pausing tremblingly in their leaps; sometimes rushing into heaps in the hol hollows - lows hollows and smothering themselves, and here and there holding themselves by a splinter, and flut fluttering - tering fluttering like a smitten bird. The clouds were dulband cold, and as the minister looked up, the very heavens seemed barred against him, while all the elements were in conspiracy around him to shut him up within the circle of his miseries. The house of Mr Pynchon had always been his place of resort, when his own home had, for any reason, become intolerable, but he had sufficient reasons for not bending his steps in that direc direction. - tion. direction. He felt that he had been offended - almost insulted there, and the wound was too fresh for sudden closure. There never had been another house in the settlement which had any real charms for him, and, as he drew his coat around him, and buttoned it closely against the chilling wind, he walked aimlessly along the street, until Holyoke's new dwelling came in sight. He felt that he had no special errand there, at a date so closely succeeding the wedding, but he deter determined - mined determined to enter, and inquire after the health of the family, if nothing more. At his entrance he dis disturbed, - turbed, disturbed, as has already been recorded, a conversa conversation - tion conversation in progress between Mary* Holyoke and Woodcock, and it may well be imagined, in view of his recent experiences, that the latter individ individual - ual individual was the one, of all in the settlement, whom he least wished to encounter. The sight of Wood Woodcock - cock Woodcock threw him entirely off his balance, and made him forgetful of all forms of politeness. ' How long has he been here ?' exclaimed the minister, in a harsh and authoritative tone, to Mary Holyoke. ' Not long - l cannot tell you how long, sir,' re replied - plied replied Mary, wouderingly. ' Long enough to find out that there's a lady here, and that she's got a husband,' said Wood Woodcock, - cock, Woodcock, answering for himself, and rising from his chair. Mr Moxon turned upon the old man a look of mingled anger, scorn and fear, but without deign deigning - ing deigning to address him, said, ' Mary, how ran you harbor such a man? How can'you have him near you ?' 'He has never harmed me, Sir.' said Mary, and I am sure he never will.' 'Do you not know that he is sold, body and soul, to Satan, and that his hands are still hot from his infernal work?' half shouted the minis minister. - ter. minister. 'Do you not know that the strange power by which he commends his boorish manners and uncouth speech to your good will is borrowed from the Adversary ? Do you not know that one of the Devil's foulest minions is here in your house, undermining your peace, and planting thorns for your feet?' Mary looked imploringly at Holyoke, and he came forward, motioning to her to retire. Walk Walking - ing Walking coolly up to the minister, and looking him steadily in the eye, he said, ' you are either in insane - sane insane or impertinent; now tell me which.' The minister stared at him fiercely, for a moment, but quailed before his unbending eyes, and apologeti apologetically - cally apologetically said that he had doubtless acted in a man manner - ner manner which was widely open to misconstruction, but that, when the facts should be known, Hol Holyoke - yoke Holyoke would not only understand the nature of his feelings, but would forgive any seeming extrava extravagances - gances extravagances into which they might have led him. ' I accept your apology, and trust that you and our friend Woodcock will adjust your differences, and have no further trouble.' ' I make no compromises with Satan, or peace with the sons of Beliel,' said the minister, glow glowering - ering glowering fiercely upon Woodcock. That individual, who had stood with some im impatience - patience impatience watching the progress of affairs, could restrain his tongue no further, and burst into the conversation with, ' I aint Satan nor I aint a son of Beliel; my father's name was John and so was his afore 'im, for that matter, but if I was, and there was any prospect of you're ever comin to live with me, I should send you my respects, and ask you to stick to your mind, till after my door was shet.' 'lmp of Satan!' growled the minister, 'how dare you profane this Christian house by such godless words?' During the conversation, Mary Woodcock, who, when it commenced, was in another part of the house, came in, and became immediately inter interested - ested interested in its progress. She watched the minister closely, and as she faintly comprehended the ter terrible - rible terrible epithets he was heaping upon her father, her eyes flashed, the old bright spot began to burn on either cheek, and she only wanted action to be the highest impersonation of a fury; and this condition did not remain long unsupplied. The last bitter address of the minister was no sooner uttered, than she crossed the room like a cat, grasped his hand, and drawing it to her mouth, fastened her teeth into it before he could guess what she was doing. Her jaws came spitefully together, her teeth almost meeting between the bones.' ' Hell-cat!'groaned the minister in an agony of pain, and snatched his hand from her teeth with a suddenness and power that almost lifted her from her feet. Oh! my God! Mary,'exclaimed Woodcock, in a tone of extreme distress, ' it's all over with me now!' The child had no sooner given expression to her intense anger, than sho ran to Mary Holyoke, who was sitting upon the other side of the room, and, burying her face in her lap, gave herself up to her old hysterical sobs and Cries. Woodcock was greatly troubled. That sudden movement of his child was like a flash of lightning, revealing upon the wall of the dark fiiture the record of her fate. His sole aim had long been to keep her dis-

She was immediately undressed, and, from the delicate skin, the blood was starting at several points upon her body and limbs. After being carefully covered she lay still for several minutes, when she Itcgan to complain of sickness nt the stomach, and soon vomited forth upon the floor an offensive mass, in which were distinctly seen a number of crooked pins - a fact from which the minister concluded that the pricking had been done from within, outwards. Poor Mrs Moxon stood at a distance, in great distress, looking piti pitifully - fully pitifully fearful, wan and woe-begone. Broken spir spirited, - ited, spirited, and feeble in body, the strange calamity in whoso presence she stood had paralyzed her, and she could only inipotentiy wring her hands, and weep, and utter feeble ejaculations of prayer to God for help. When the vomiting had ceased, Murtha turned back upon the bed, as if entirely exhausted, and, after lying upon her back a few minutes, with her eyes closed, she opened them, wildly, and rolling them upwards, fixed them stiffly, in an unwink unwinking - ing unwinking gaze, upon the rough ceiling. ' I see them 1 I see them!' she exclaimed softly, into her father's car,as he bent over her; 'Oh! what beautiful little kittens! and the old blue cat has got one of them in her mouth! Oh! my neck! my neck! She's biting the kitten! There! the kitten has got away! Good! Good!' and the little girl clapped her hands merrily, while her face retained its strained and rigid expression. 'Oh! papa,' continued the child, 'do you see those six white, beautiful fingers sticking down out of the boards ? Arn't they pretty! oh! they're just as pretty as they can be, and there is the old cat sucking one of them, and there go the kittens! Every one of them is sucking a finger, and there they hang, swinging at the fingers all the time - oh! would'nt it be funny to catch hold of their tails and pull them off? ***** There they go!'ex go!'exclaimed - claimed go!'exclaimed the child, ' the fingers have pulled them right up through the boards.' As she uttered the last words, her features re relaxed, - laxed, relaxed, and returned to their natural expression, and she turned her face pleasantly towards her father, and exclaimed,'l'm so glad he's gone! He was too bad to hurt me so!' 'Who do you mean, Martha?' inquired the minister tenderly. 'John Woodcock,'replied the child, and then added, ' wasn't he cruel to squeeze my ankle!' The father had ceased to be astonished at any of the child's revelations, and immediately turned off the bed clothes to sec what new wonders the invisible Jolin Woodcock had wrought. He was not at all surprised to find around the child's an ankle - kle ankle the marks of a firmly grasped hand, even to the sharp indentations of the fingernails. ' When did he do this?' inquired the father. ' Just now, when the blue cat and her kittens were here,' replied the child. ' Didn't you see him? He was on the foot of the bed all the time.' 'Why didn't you cry out, and tell me he was here ?' inquired the father earnestly. ' Because he told me not to say a word about him, for, if I did, he would throw me out of the window.' 'Did he go out of the window?' ' No, he went out of the hole where the latch string comes through.' There was one witness to these exhibitions and revelations to whom little attention had ever been paid. This was the second child of the minister, Rebekah. She had looked on, sometimes in ter terrified - rified terrified silence, but never without an absorbing in interest. - terest. interest. Every word uttered had been indelibly stamped upon her memory, and the whole sub subject - ject subject and all its associations had become invested with the most intense fascination. She said no nothing, - thing, nothing, but she saw every motion, heard every word, revolved them in her childish meditations, and dreamed of them in her sleep. During the scene which has just been described, she had climbed upon a chair, and gazed with wondering eyes upon her sister's contortions, and drunk in greedily her strange utterances. Just as Martha had designated the point of Woodcock's exit, her father accidentally turned to Rebekah, and saw her staring with a strangely rigid expression at the latch. He spoke to her, but she did not stir, but gazed steadily at the object upon which she had fixed her eye. He turned and took her hand, but it was rigid and cold, and, grasping her in his arms, in a hurried alarm, he found her insensible, and in a trance. This new affliction was too much for both fa father - ther father and mother. The child was laid upon the bed with her sister, while the parents, giving themselves up to wild ejaculations and groans and cries, alternately bout over the new victim of Satan, and walked back and forth across the room. Martha Was, however, possessed with per perfect - fect perfect calmness. She lay quietly by the side of her little sister, embraced her with childlike caresses, asked her to awake, and, finally, commenced singing to her. This brought the parents to si silence, - lence, silence, and the mother, naturally returning to her old habits, dropped upon her knees at the bed. side, and buried her face in the coverlet. In any other mood, and at any other time, her husband would have reproved her for assuming so hereti heretical - cal heretical a posture, but his superstitious fears had been so far wrought upon that he had begun to mis mistrust - trust mistrust that, perhaps, God was visiting him with terrible judgments for non-conformity - that he had strayed away from the true fold. He watch ed his wife for a moment, looked out of the win window - dow window to see if any one was near, stepped to the door and made it fast, and then knelt by her side, and gave utterance to a prayer which was mo momently - mently momently interrupted, from its commencement to its close, by convulsive sobs and choking throes of mental paiu. Both remained kneeling for some minutes after the close of the prayer, and when, at length, they lifted' their eyes, they saw their younger daughter looking silently and pleas pleasantly - antly pleasantly into the face of the older one, who sat regarding her with a gratified and affectionate smile. This sudden change in the aspect of affairs would have brought an unmixed joy to the heart of the minister, had it not so immediately followed a prayer uttered upon his knees. But doubts rose out of his joy like an armed host, to beat him back into the realm of misery he had so long inhabited. Turning from his children, he paced forwards and backwards across the apartment, wondering if this were not the way God had chosen to bring him back to the true church, and to condemn his present convictions and connec connections. - tions. connections. 0 that God would rend the heavens and come down! that he would stand and converse with him, and tell him, in language that he could not misunderstand, what he should do to avert his judgments! Then, as he reviewed the cireum-

sociated from himself, and to associate her, as much as possible, with those against whom no | one should dare to breathe a word; but she had j incurred the anger of the very man whom, for j her sake, he most f'ured. It ruined, in a mo- i meat, all his hopes, destroyed his plans, and Im Impressed - pressed Impressed him w ith the belief that hi* daughter was designed for a fate not unlike his own. Holyoke was deeply mortified that the event should have occurred in his house, but, as the fa father - ther father of the child was present, he simply expressed his sorrow for the occurrence, and referred to Woodcock as the individual from whom apology and reparation were due. 'l'm sorry the thing is done, the Lord knows,' i said Woodcock, ' for the gal's sake and the sake of the house she belongs to, but I aint goin to back out, and leave her in a scrape she got into on my account. She felt jest as her dad did, bnt she didn't know so much. She couldn't stan' it to hear me called hard names, and while I'm round she shan't be abused for it.' ' Miserable hypocrite!' exclaimed the minister - scowling and holding his wounded hand in its fellow - ' pretending sorrow for the savage offense of your child, and yet acting as herboastful justi justifi<T - fi<T justifi<T and champion!'' ' Look a' here,' said Woodcock, shaking his fist in the minister's face, ' the school's out and the ma'am's drownded, and now, you old carri'n, I aint goin to stan any more of yonr sass. You jest call me imp and hypocrite and son of Beliel and father of a hell-cat once more, and I'll pound you till you're as full of batter* as an old brass kittle. It don't do me any good, nor my young one, nor you neither, to treat you decent. There aint any anything - thing anything that'll bring you to your milk half so quick as a good donblc-and-twisted thrashin, and hang me if I don't give yon one in less'n five minutes if you don't shet your head.' 'As the head of this house,'said Mr Moxon, turning to Holyoke, while a sudden pallor over overspread - spread overspread his face, ' I claim your protection from the threats and hands of this ruffian.' Woodcock drew back his hand to strike him as he uttered the last epithet, but It was caught by Holyoke, who, in a firm tone, said to Idm, ' strike no man in my house.' ' I beg your pardon,' said Woodcock, 'but he tempted me too strong.' At this instant, Mary Holyoke came up, and laid her hand upon his arm, and undertook, in a soothing tone, to address him, and dissuade him from violence. He understood her motive at once, and dcprecatingly held out his hand to her, and begged her to desist. As she still persisted in her attempt to speak, he put his hands to his ears, to shut out the sound, still begging her not to interfere, for be feared her influence over him, and knew it would be exerted on the side of peace. During this brief diversion, Mr Moxon had retreated, stepped out of the door, and was rapidly passing away from the house. The mo moment - ment moment that Woodcock became aware of his retreat, he wheeled, and, in a dozen bounds, which were executed as strongly and nimbly as if the very es essence - sence essence of youth were dancing in his veins, he had stopped the minister, and confronted him. The latter was alarmed, but not entirely intimidated, and, seeing Holyoke at the door of his house, and one or two others starting out of their cabins, and walking rapidly towards him, he endeavored to pass on; and, as Woodcock interfered, ex exclaimed - claimed exclaimed in deep vexation and anger, ' Villain! Stand aside!' The words had hardly escaped his lips when Woodcock struck him a staggering blow with his flat hand, across his mouth. The minister shout shouted - ed shouted ' murder!' and ' help!' and it was strange how those words - cries of simple alarm and distress as they were - infuriated Woodcock. He had pa patiently - tiently patiently withstood injuries and insults, but the outcry of this large and powerful man seemed so cowardly to him - so mean and unmanly - that, having once broken over the restraint under which he had held himself, he became suddenly maddened into fury, and striking him a second blow, the minister fell heavily upon the ground, the blood spurting from his nose, and covering his face. Woodcock was instantly kneeling upon him, and putting his face down to his ear, he hoarsely whispered,'are you goin to tech that gal of mine?' ' Help! let me up!' gurgled forth the minister. ' Are you goin to tech that gal of mine ?' shout shouted - ed shouted Woodcock. ' Say yes or no, or I'll break your head.' ' Spare me,' feebly whispered the minister, ' and I'll promise as you wish.' ' Now you remember,' said Woodcock, shaking his fist menacingly before his eyes, ' that if you make any fuss about her bitin you, or let any anybody - body anybody else, or bring harm on her any way, you'll catch that thing between your eyes, or under your ear agin, and when it comes you won't think it's a puff-ball or a piece of cold pndd'n.' This scene had occupied a very brief space of time, and, at first, somewhat paralyzed those who were its witnesses, but as Woodcock concluded his threat, he felt himself seized by two pairs of powerful hands. Their owners, however, had made a very poor estimate of the kind of indi individual - vidual individual with whom they had to deal, for, in an in instant, - stant, instant, he was on his feet, and had thrown off the double grasp, as if it were the playful imposition of a child. As he looked around him, he saw the villagers running towards him from every quarter. As they came up, and gathered in a crowd, Henry Smith approached the minister, and taking him by the arm, led him away to towards - wards towards his house. As he was retiring, Wood Woodcock - cock Woodcock shouted, ' now remember what you've said, for I shall be round,' and then turtied and walked, unmolested but followed by the crowd, to Hol Holyoke's - yoke's Holyoke's house. He seemed to understand that there was not a man of them who dared to lay his hand upon him, and he walked through them as calmly as if he thought them so many stumps of trees. Taking Holyoke and his wife by the hand he bade them farewell. On their inquiry in regard to what he meant, and where be was go going, - ing, going, he shook his head, and simply replied that they wouldn't see him again. ' I've got to leave the gal with you,' he contin continued, - ued, continued, shifting immediately from considerations touching himself, to the subject which burdened his mind, ' and I want to have you do as well as yon can by her. I've got to go now, any my, but I shall know how she gets along, and p'raps shall help her some.' Holyoke and his wife said but little to him. Both felt unpleasantly in consequence of being associated with the scene of violence which had just transpired, at the sudden cloud it had drawn over their happiness, and at the rupture of the peace, and the wound to the reputation, of the settlement.

get up to her till I'd chased her a good long stretch, when, all to once, jest as I was hlttin her a rap, she up and off as sound ns a nut mid straight as a string. Then I mistrusted the critter, and turned round, and went back to where she start started - ed started out. I've got a tol'itblc good eye, and, pretty quick, I sec a little young patridge, jest hid un under - der under a leaf, and standfn ns still as a mouse. Well Square, I sot right down on n stone, and went to thinkin to sec if I couldn't learn somethin from the-old bird. Says I, Woodcock, you aint 'xactly n lien patridge, but you're kind o' wild, and you have got a wild young one. Now when the Square gets back, yon try to get into the plantation agin, and if you do, get your young one under a leaf, and then limp and let your wing lop down, and make 'em think you're as good ns bagged, till they forget all about the young one. Well you know I got the young one under jest the leaf I wanted to, and I've kept my wing down, and it's done the work, too, till now; but Lord! I aint any more a tame patridge than I be n spavined salmon.' At this characteristic conclusion of Woodcock's exposition of his policy and motives, Mr Pyn Pynchon - chon Pynchon laughed heartily, and, rising to his feet, said, 'well John, you placed the young one still further under the leaf, last night, and I am glad to see that you keep the wing down still.' 'What do you s'pose Ilolyoke'll do with that gal of mine,' inquired Woodcock, with an affect affected - ed affected carelessness of manner. 'I imagine that he has come to no conclusion, yet; he has hardly had time,' relied the mag magistrate. - istrate. magistrate. 'Well I reckon he'll do pretty much as his wife says, and I know she likes her. Don't you think she's a goin to 'arn her livin ?' 'She appears to be bright and industrious.' 'Now, dont you s'pose if she didn't see the old one round she'd get tame, and folks would forget where she was hatched?' and Woodcock put on a very transparent look of unconcern, and snap, ped his finger with an ease that was very uneasy. 'Do yon mean to ask whether, for the sake of your daughter, you had better leave the planta plantation?' - tion?' plantation?' 'That's jest it, Square,' replied Woodcock.' You see I don't care anything about this witchcraft business myself, only, if I hadn't a young one to look after, it wouldn't be safe for a man to p'int his finger to me and say, 'broomsticks' more'n a dozen times. He'd lay down kind o'careless, and I should stomp on him. But the gal makes the trouble. You see, I dont want to be a draw drawback - back drawback on her, and I've been thinkin that p'raps I'd better say that if you should find me gone sometime, and I shouldn't come back, and you didn't know where I'd gone to, I want to have what little land I've planted here go to Mary when she gets old enough, and help support her till she does. Mr Pynchon read in Woodcock's tone and man manner - ner manner the nature of the conclusion to which he had arrived. He saw that he believed that Mr Moxon would pursue his persecutions further, and that it was only his consideration for his child that kept him from visiting the minister with savage vengeance; and while he disliked topart with the man, it seemed evident that it was for the peace of the plantation, and the good of all concerned, for him quietly to withdraw. He saw that the difference between him and Mr Moxon had be become - come become utterly irreconcilable, and that the intro introduction - duction introduction of a new clement of discord, which, from its nature, would be likely to involve the welfare of the settlement, would sen e to extend a feud which was yet within limits. So he told Wood Woodcock - cock Woodcock that he would bear his request in mind, and see to its execution whenever the supposed emer emergency - gency emergency should occur, but expressed the hope that he would take no hasty action. Woodcock took his leave of the magistrate, and walked slowly away, with his head bent down reflectively, and his hands grasping each other behind his back. He was thinking of a project he had formed months before - a project based on the supposition of such a juncture in his affairs as he had already reached. He had, for several months, thought it probable that, considering Mr Moxon's hatred of him, a time would come when, to save the reputation of his child, or to keep her free from unpleasant or un unpopular - popular unpopular associations.it would be necessary for him to retire from the settlement, and he had laid all his plans for that event. He had not a doubt that if he should remain, the fact that he had been ac accused - cused accused of being a wizard would, in some manner, become known, while, if he should retire, Mr Moxon would have parental affection sufficient to Induce him to keep his secret. He had arrived opposite to the house of Holyoke, when, upon raising his eyes, he saw his daughter smiling at the window. He could not resist the temptation to enter the house, where he was greeted very cordially by Holyoke and his wife, both of whom detected the cloud upon his features, and made sympathetic allusion to it. 'Well, I be troubled,' said Woodcock, emphat emphatically, - ically, emphatically, 'but I don't make a p'int of goin round to tell on't; leastways, I wouldn't fetch my troubles here.' 'I do not know of a better place,' said Man' Holyoke, smilingly, 'and you certainly ought to carry them somewhere.' ' I never do,' replied Woodcock. ' And what do you do with them?' ' Let 'em mull.' ' And here you have given me your companion, your comfort, your own child!' exclaimed the lady, the tears springing to her eyes. ' If you want to do me any good, look after her. I'll take care o' myself. My troubles arc nothin to anybody, and if she.comes out right, they aint anything to me.' ' I will certainly do the best I can with her,' said Mary, ' and she seems well disposed to do -everything she can for me.' 'Can she pay her way?' inquired Woodcock, earnestly, and as if the question contained the very meat of the matter. The reply to this question was interrupted at the commencement by a rap at the door, and the entrance of Mr George Moxon. When that gentleman left the house of Mr Pyn Pynchon, - chon, Pynchon, he proceeded homewards, carrying his child in his arms the whole distance. Arriving at his house, he laid her upon the bed, and, bend bending - ing bending over her, asked her how she felt. She made him no reply for several minutes, when she star startled - tled startled him by a sndden cry of pain, and the excla exclamation - 'Oh! - mation - 'Oh! exclamation - 'Oh! stop him! stop him! He's stick sticking - ing sticking pins into mo!' 'Where, child? Where?' inquired the distressed father. 'ln my foot - in my back - all over me,' replied the child.

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A supplementary edition is published on Wednesdays. rhe circulation of the Daily Republican is 3SOO, of the Weekly 18001 which is superior to that of any other journal in New England out of Boston, and sur surpassed - passed surpassed by only a portion of the press in that city. SAXUBL BOWLES. J. O. HOLLAND. CLARK W. BRYAN. * ... THE BAY PATH. A TALE OF EARLY LIFE UPON THE CONNECTICUT. CHAPTBB XIII. Containing one or two scenes of witchcraft; a clear case of assault and battery, end a "mysterious dis disappearance." - appearance." disappearance." The magistrate and his surprised companion preserved their position and their silence for a long minute after Mr Moxon's withdrawal, as if they hud made a private agreement not to speak until ho was beyond a hearing distance. Wood Woodcock - cock Woodcock was in distress. His mind, in a brief time, had ranged through the field of consequences that would naturally be opened by the singular suspicion which the minister had fastened upon him. and he could not avoid the conclusion that that field was springing thickly with trials and sorrows. 'Where do you 'xpect this thing isgoin to fetch up?' said Woodcock, at last, folding his arms upon his knees, and looking with renewed earnest earnestness - ness earnestness into Mr Pynchon's face. 'lt seems to me,' replied the magistrate, thought thoughtfully, - fully, thoughtfully, 'that he must necessarily abandon sus suspicions - picions suspicions that are proved to be so groundless.' 'Well, Square, said Woodcock, 'I don't pretend to be any smarter than other folks, but I know Sir Moxon better'n that. Guessin is a great deal stronger'n knowin with him. Argyments don't stand no more chance with his notions than a hen's egg does with a weasel. He'd suck the yelks right out on 'em, and hide the shells in his coat tails, and swear he hadn't seen em. No sir, - there's goin to be a fuss, and I've got to catch it. He's bewitched the young one, and she's bewitched him - all the bewitchin there is - and they think it's me. He's been peaceable a good deal longer'n I s'posed he would, but he's on the track, and he'll foller it, and yelp till all the hounds in the settlement jine hint.' 'lt is too small an affair for Mr Moxon to pur pursue, - sue, pursue, I am sure,' said Mr Pynchon, shaking his head as if he were not so entirely sure, after all. 'Whatdid he startit for, then?' said Wood Woodcock. - cock. Woodcock. 'lt was a good deal smaller then than 'tis now. I don't know jest what you think of his preachin, Square, but I've heard him talk half a day on littler things'n that, and I b'lieve he likes such things better'n anything else. I think a good deal of religion, if you can only get hold of the right sort, but his'n aint that sort by a long chalk. I never see a minister stickin to little things, such as didn't come to any given sum, any* way, but what he had an onreasouable re religion, - ligion, religion, and I never see one that had an unreason unreasonable - able unreasonable religion that didn't make a jackass of him himself - sol - self - sol himself - sol there I' And Woodcock slapped his knee spitefully, rose to his feet, and walked across the room as if had said something which he expected to be reproved for. Mr Pynchon knew that Woodcock had been sufficiently provoked, and so made no comment on his remarks about the minister, but asked him what course he supposed that individual would pursue. 'I think he'll shoot low, and save his waddin, till you go to the Bay agin, and then he'll let me have it jest back o' the fore-shoulder, as he did t'other time. You're a little too much for him, Square, but you've got him mad, and I've got to stand the blowin for both on us. Not that I care any great shakes about it, on my own account, 'cause I'm used to't.' 'Woodcock,'said Mr Pynchon, cordially,'you gratify me very much by commanding your temper so well this morning. ' 'Now, Square, stop that, or you'll get me mad,' said Woodcock, sharply, and reddening in an in instant. - stant. instant. ' 'Taint no compliment to tell me my pluck's gone, and if you want to raise the devil in me, right straight off, all you've got to do is to stroke my back, and call me a good feller.' 'I may think what I choose about you, I sup suppose,' - pose,' suppose,' said Mr Pynchon, smiling, 'provided I say nothing about it.' 'lt'll be betterforthe minister if you keepmum, for if J r'ally thought you s'posed I was layin low 'cause I was gettin good, I'd let 'im know how to pity pumice 'fore he was an hour older.' 'What serious objection have you to being called good?' inquired Mr Pynchon, curiously. 'I aint good,' replied Woodcock, decidedly. 'l'm bad, and gettin worse, and I dont want to have you think I'm gettin any better. I sh'd lie ashamed to grow good on sech fodder as I've had in this plantation. It's mighty poor stock tlfat'll do it, and I dont belong to the breed. 'We all notice that you are changed in your temper,' said Mr Pynchon, 'and 1 see no way for you to do but to let us call it for better or worse, as it pleases ns.' 'Do you r'ally s'pose the folks round here think I'm gettin good?' inquired Woodcock, with an air not unlike that of injured innocence. 'With the exception of Mr Moxon, I presume they do.' 'Then they're a sweet set ol fools - that's all. - Now I'll tell you, Square, jest how 'tis, and what it all started from. When I was layin by, after that overhaulin the minister give me, last Spring, I was walkin in the woods, thiukin about matters and things, worry in about that gal of mine, and wondcrin how I was goin to fetch round, wlien out shot a hen patridge with one wing lopped clean down to the ground, and she kept hoppiu and limpin ahead on me, and lettin me almost