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capital night's work. And then do you come and receive their wages.'
We followed Hartley in the dark, holding by each other's coats, to the kitchen. He left us for a moment or so, and then returned with a candle. His face was white as paper, but lustrous with exultation and triumph. We put our shoes off at his whispered request, and followed stealthily his footsteps. He opened the diningroom door, passed in, but did not close it, and we could hear distinctly all that passed where we stood, just outside.
• There is the money, said Denbigh's shrill voice, tossing at the same time, as we heard, a heavy purse on the table with an extra five sovereigns for yourself.
Yes, yes,' said Hartley; 'but my son's release, so often solemnly promised me
• For God's sake, gentlemen, do not deceive us this time!' said the meek, subdued voice of the son. You know well that in intention I was innocent as a child.
A brutal laugh was the answer. • Innocent here, innocent there,' mocked the savage tones of Barnes, "has nothing to do with it. We cannot part with you yet awhile.
An exulting shout burst irrepressibly from the excited father. Hear the accursed traitors! Hear them, Lieutenant Warneford !-hear them, Davis !-hear them, my friends! They cannot part with him yet awhile - ha ! ha! ha!'
The suddenness of this unexpected stroke was terrible, and Denbigh and Barnes looked more, as we entered, like startled ghosts than living beings. The men instantly, at a gesture from me, proceeded to secure and bind them. I looked hard at Silas Hartley: he comprehended my meaning, whispered hastily to his son, who instantly hurried out of the room. This broke Denbigh’s trance of terror. Stop that man, Lieutenant Warneford !'he screamed. Arrest him: he is a felon!'
• He who has just run off—Richard Hartley. He is a felon—a forger, I tell you, and I can prove it!
Possibly; but I have no authority to detain felons. You can prefer the charge hereafter.'
• But in the meantime he will escape !' shouted the miserably vindictive man, and then stamped and howled with baffled rage. There was, however, no help for it. The two prisoners were secured in the house for the night, and late the following evening, lodged in Exeter jail. A formidable conspiracy was effectually broken up, and enormous penalties were liquidated, out of court, by parties against whom legal proofs of complicity were obtained.
The Hartleys, both father and son—for Silas quietly slipped off unnoticed in the confusion_did escape to the United States. I often heard of them as thriving there. In 1840, the sister, then a Mrs Boydon, informed me of her father's death, since which I have received no tidings concerning them. I made a clean breast of the whole matter to the authorities, and can at least very confidently say, that the course I had taken with respect to young Hartley was not disapproved of. Tom Davis, I must not omit to state, has still got his fishing-vessel, his cottage, his houri, much plumper than she was thirty years ago—and lots of bairns, three of whom are taller, but not, I think, better or braver men than their father.
ADVENTURE ON THE ST LAWRENCE.
The following narrative of a remarkable adventure on the St Lawrence, appeared a number of years ago in a Liverpool newspaper, where it was vouched for as true in every particular :
‘On the 22d of April 1810, our party set sail in a large schooner from Fort George, or Niagara Town, in Upper Canada, and in two days crossed Lake Ontario to Kingston, at the head of the river St Lawrence, distant from Niagara about 200 miles. Here we hired
an American barge — a large flat-bottomed boat - to carry us to Montreal, a further distance of 200 miles : then set out from Kingston on the 28th of April, and arrived the same evening at Osdenburgh, a distance of 75 miles. The following evening we arrived at Cornwall; and the succeeding night, at Pointe du Lac, on Lake St Francis: here our bargemen obtained our permission to return up the river: and we embarked in another barge, deeply laden with potashes, passengers, and luggage. Above Montreal, for nearly 100 miles, the river St Lawrence is interrupted in its course by rapids, which are occasioned by the river being confined within comparatively narrow, shallow, rocky channels: through these it rushes with great force and noise, and is agitated like the ocean in a storm. Many people prefer these rapids, for grandeur of appearance, to the Falls of Niagara : they are from half a mile to nine miles long each, and require regular pilots. On the 30th of April, we arrived at the village of the Cedars; immediately below which are three sets of very dangerous rapids—the Cedars, the Split-Rock, and the Cascades—distant from each other about one mile. On the morning of the 1st of May, we set out from the Cedars; the barge very deep and very leaky; the captain, a daring, rash man, refused to take a pilot. After we passed the Cedar Rapid, not without danger, the captain called for some rum, swearing at the same time with horrid impiety that all the powers could not steer the barge better than he did. Soon after this we entered the Split-Rock Rapids by a wrong channel, and found ourselves advancing rapidly towards a dreadful watery precipice, down which we went. The barge slightly grazed her bottom against the rock, and the fall was so great as nearly to take away the breath. We here took in a great deal of water, which was mostly baled out again before we hurried on to what the Canadians call the grand bouillie, or great boiling. In approaching this place, the captain let go the helm, saying:“ Now for it! here we fill!” The barge was almost immediately overwhelmed in the midst of immense
foaming breakers, which rushed over the bows, carrying away planks, oars, &c. About half a minute elapsed between the filling and going down of the barge, during which I had sufficient presence of mind to strip off my three coats, and was loosening my suspenders, when the barge sank, and I found myself floating in the midst of people, baggage, &c. Each man caught hold of something; one of the crew caught hold of me, and kept me down under water; but, contrary to my expectations, let me go again. On rising to the surface, I got hold of a trunk, on which two other men were then holding. Just at this spot where the Split-Rock Rapids terminate, the bank of the river is well inhabited, and we could see women on shore, running about, much agitated. A canoe put off, and picked up three of our number, who had gained the bottom of the barge, which had upset and got rid of its cargo: these they landed on an island. The canoe put off again, and was approaching near to where I was, with two others, holding on by the trunk; when, terrified with the vicinity of the Cascades, to which we were approaching, it put back, notwithstanding my exhortations in French and English, to induce the two men on board to advance. The bad hold which one man had of the trunk to which we were adhering, subjected him to constant immersion; and in order to escape his seizing hold of me, I let go the trunk, and in conjunction with another man, got hold of the boom—which, with the gaff, sails, &c. had been detached from the mast, to make room for the cargo—and floated off. I had just time to grasp this boom, when we were hurried into the Cascades: in these I was instantly buried, and nearly suffocated. On rising to the surface, I found one of my hands still on the boom, and my companion also adhering to the gaff. Shortly after descending the Cascades, I perceived the barge, bottom upwards, floating near me. I succeeded in getting to it, and held by a crack in one end of it: the violence of the water, and the falling out of the casks of ashes, had quite wrecked it. For a long time, I contented myself with this hold, not daring to endeavour to get upon the bottom, which I at length effected; and from this, my new situation, I called out to my companion, who still preserved his hold of the gaff. He shook his head; and when the waves suffered me to look up again, he was gone. He made no attempt to come near me, being unable or unwilling to let go his hold, and trust himself to the waves, which were then rolling over his head.
“The Cascades are a kind of fall or rapid descent in the river, over a rocky channel below: going down is called by the French sauter — to leap or shove the Cascades. For two miles below, the channel continues in uproar, just like a storm at sea; and I was frequently nearly washed off the barge by the waves which rolled over it. I now entertained no hope whatever of escaping; and although I continued to exert myself to hold on, such was the state to which I was reduced by cold, that I wished only for speedy death, and frequently thought of giving up the contest as useless. I felt as if compressed into the size of a monkey; my hands appeared diminished in size one-half; and I certainly should-after I became very cold and much exhausted—have fallen asleep, but for the waves that were passing over me, which obliged me to attend to my situation. I had never descended the St Lawrence before; but I knew there were more rapids ahead-perhaps another set of the Cascades --but, at all events, the La Chine Rapids, whose situation I did not exactly know. I was in hourly expectation of these putting an end to me, and often fancied some points of ice, extending from the shore, to be the head of foaming rapids. At one of the moments in which the succession of waves permitted me to look up, I saw, at a distance, a canoe, with four men, coming towards me, and waited in confidence to hear the sound of their paddles; but in this I was disappointed: the men; as I afterwards learned, were Indians-genuine descendants of the Tatars—who, happening to fall in with one of the passengers' trunks, picked up, and returned to the shore for the purpose of pillaging it, leaving, as they