54 THE ADIRONDACK. 



Mr. Henderson's little son, eleven years of age, in my 

 arms. Oh, how he cried to be taken in to his mother ; 

 but it was impossible to find our way through the 

 woods ; and he, at length, cried himself to sleep in 

 my arms. Oh, it was a dreadful night." A mile- 

 further on, and we came to the rock where he was 

 shot. It stands by a little pond, and was selected by 

 them to dine upon. Cheney was standing on the 

 other side of the pond, with the little boy, whither 

 he had gone to make a raft, on which to take some- 

 trout, when he heard the report of a gun, and then a 

 scream ; and looking across, saw Mr. Henderson clasp 

 his arms twice over his breast, exclaiming, "I am 

 shot !" The son fainted by Cheney's side ; but in a 

 few moments all stood round the dying man, who 

 murmured, " What an accident, and in such a place !" 

 In laying down his pistol, with the muzzle unfortu- 

 nately towards him, the hammer struck the rock, and 

 the cap exploding, the entire contents were lodged in 

 his body. After commending his soul to his Maker, 

 and telling his son to be a good boy, and give his 

 love to his mother, he leaned back and died. It 

 made us sad to gaze on the spot ; and pool Cheney, 

 as he drew a long sigh, looked the picture of sorrow. 



