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struck me that I would go into the cemetery and take a 
last look at the graves of my old uncle and aunt, who 
li&d lately been laid there: and though the gate was high 
and picketed, I made out to climb it and get in. As the 
grass was very high, I had some trouble to find the graves. 
Besides keeping watch for my brother, I had to make 
all the haste I cotlld, as It was fast growing dark. I 
travelled from one grave to another, pulling the tall 
grass aside from the tomb-stones to see whose they were, 
and having found them, I had to kneel down, bending 
the grass with one hand, to enable me to read the inscrip- 
tion, still watching the gate, lest my brother should go 
by unobserved. I began to feel a little nervous at the 
thodght of being in the congregation of the dead. 
1 reniembered seeing some lines at the bottom of my 
ailnt 's tombstone, and knelt down again to read them. 
Jitst at this moment I heard something step behind me 
—I began to tremble, but in a moment more I determined 
p turn my head, and take one look, though it prove my 
last— and T did take that look; but I cannot describe the 
gcene to you. There stood an object about three feet 
from me, drawn back in an attitude of defense, having 
dri bis head a pair of the largest horns I eVer beheld, with 
a. pair Of lai'ge twinkling eyes that glowed in the twilight 
like two fire balls. At the sight i screamed aloud, and 
fell prostrate upon the ground. In a short time 1 became 
conscious again, and my strength having returne 1, I 
hurled a good sized stone at the monster, as he leaped 
through the tall grass up the hillside. 
I was at a loss to know whether my brother had gone 
by, however. I went to the gate, and gazed through 
the slats, till I got restored a little. It seemed as though I 
shoull never be able to climb over the gate again; but 
stay there. I could Hot, and I must try again. 1 did try 
-'but never experienced such a weakness before, as in the 
attempt to clinib that gate. At last 1 succeeded, and sat 
down on a stone by the side of the gate, covered with 
such a prespiration as I never enjoyed before. Hearing 
some Men coming down the hill, I inquired if they had 
met a man on the road. All said no; so 1 concluded he 
had been detained longer than he expected, which 1 soon 
found to be the case, on his arrival. I merely said, "I 
feared you had gone by"— and started with him up the 
hill, which seemed so long, i feared 1 should never be 
able to reach the top. Sitting down, the first chance I 
found, he said to me, "You look tired, is anythng the 
matter?" "I feel faint," I said. He sat down also, but 
as I knew we had six miles to travel that evening, I dare 
not say a word to him of what I had seen. We had often 
heard our parents and others tell of such sights being 
Seen in such places^the recital of which I was not able 
to endure, at the time. I therefore said, "Let us be going, 
we shall be late home." As most of the way was rising 
ground, and we had to sit down so often, I thought we 
should never get there; but at last we came in sight of my 
boarding house, and there was a light in the window. 
As soon as I entered the door, old Mrs Allen, who was 
Up waiting for me, exclaimed "Why Mr. Smith I What is 
the matter? How pale you look!" I said, "I had an ill- 
turn this evening." My brother said, "He merely gave 
out on the road; he had to stop to rest several times." 
"Shall I get you something to take?" said Mrs. Allen. I 
assented, and she brought me some cordial, which, she 
said, was good foi anything. I took some of this, and felt 
better. My brother said, "He was well enough when I left 
him. I had some business with a man who was owing 
rite, and he told me he would wait for me at the grave- 
yard, at the foot of Davis' Hill, where I found him sitting 
by the side, of the gate. I thought then he did not look 
as well as usual. Mrs. Allen exclaimed, "Why, Mr. 
Smith, that was the worst place you could stop at, there 
are such sights seen there by many folks; I would not 
have sat there for anything in the world. Did you see 
anything to-night?" 
By this time I was more troubled than ever, with those 
horns and eyes before me; and, as I did not immediately 
answer her, she raised her hands, saying emphatically, 
"I know he has!" At last my brother said, "George, did 
you see anything there to-night?" I then related to them 
the story, "as I have. here. Mrs. Allen again raised her 
hands, exclaiming, "It must have been $6e devil. What 
color was he?" "As black as tar," said I." "Then it 
was certainly the devil, I'll go and call up Mr. Allen; he 
thought he saw something there the other night as he 
was passing by the graveyard." "No, no, Mrs. Allen," 
said 1. We must all go to bed. I cannot sit up any 
longer." She said she should not sleep a wink that night. 
I slept but little, for that "monster was magnified to me 
ten fold every time I closed my eyes, by her stories. 
This was the first time I had heard of that place being 
haunted, but, though I had always been hearing of such 
places being haunted from my ohildhood, and it had a 
dreadful effect upon me— as most people believed such 
' things to be true, and in this way, it was magnified a 
hundred fold to me. 
Mrs. Allen, being one of the greatest workers ever seen 
in those days, was up betimes the next morning and had 
her breakfast ready by sunrise. As we went down to 
breakfast 'her first salutation was "Have you slept any?" 
1 She said that Jotham, her husband, and she hadn't slept 
at all since he heard about what dreadful sights I had 
1 seen in the graveyard. 
; , I said, "Possibly some creature might have got into the 
yard." "No," said Mr. Allen, "that is not possible, for a 
dog could not have entered through the pickets— besides, 
no creature is ever allowed to be kept there." "Well, 
now," said Mrs. Allen, "You get your horse and wagon 
ready, Jotham. as 1 have a tub of butter to sell; and go 
r'ght down to Augusta, and there you can know all about 
it, and if there is any creature kept in the graveyard; 
then Mr. Srmth can be satisfied." When Mr. Allen asked 
what it looked most like— I said, "A great bkack ram; but 
a black ram I never saw." "No," said he, "nor did any- 
one else ever see such a thing." 
"Off we ut Jotham, with the tub of butter, and strict 
charges from all, "to fi^d out about the graveyard." So, 
after selling his butter, he inquired if any creature was 
kept in the graveyard. "It is not allowed," said the 
man. "but old Spectacle Davis, on the hill, bought a pair 
of merino sheep in England that cost him S500; after 
f hearing them, he was so afraid of losing them, he tarred 
them all over with tar, and got leave to put them into the 
graveyard this summer." 
-.When Jotham|returned, all were anxious to know the 
result of ibis] investigations; and when it was told, as 
above related, I 4 was.relieved of one of the greatest trials 
of my life. The old lady declared'she didn't care, she 
knew something was seen there after all. 
The Start for Ohio. 
Everything being ready, Monday, Sept. 6, 1814, was 
fixed as the day for our departure. Father and mother 
came Up from Freedom to take their leave of four chil- 
dren, whom they had reared under the most trying cir- 
cumstances imaginable. This was a day of no ordinary 
occasion to us all. Breakfast being over, and our horses 
in the wagons, we all sat a few minutes; while the tears 
fell from every eye, not a word was spoken. This was in- 
deed a house of mourning, though no one was dead. At 
last, 1 broke the silence with this stanza: 
"Why do wo mourn departing friends, 
Or shake at death's alarms? 
,r £is hut the voice that Jeans sends 
To call them to His arms." 
After singing this, we rose, and taking each by the 
hand. With an embrace for each, we left the house, 
mounted our Wagons, and swung our hats as a last adieu 
to the many who had collected by the wayside to see us 
depart, father and mother following*us, as mourners. In 
this way they followed us about four miles to the fork of 
the roads, Where! we all rose from our seats and bowed 
them a last- adieU. A most trying scene was this, you 
may believe. 
We directed our course to Monmouth, and here we had 
our first sight of a cotton factory — the first built in 
Maine. From here we went to Portland, and spent the 
first night of our journey in Gorham. Our next stoppings 
were as follows: South Berwick, Maine; Haver hill, Mass.; 
and Concord, Mass.. till we arrived in Chelsea, a little 
way from Boston, which city we did not care to enter, 
as the British fleet was all in sight, and the militia were 
going into Boston, expecting to have a fight. Here we 
saw a woman clinging to her husband, in the greatest 
distress, crying, "You shan't go. You shan't go to Bos- 
ton!" as he left the house to join the company going to 
Boston; but he went with them. 
Proceeding on our way. we came to Lexington, where 
we tarried to visit the common, and see the monument 
erected in memory of those who fell in that eventful bat- 
tle, where was shed the first blood in the cause of liberty. 
Our next place was Worcester, the handsomest place we 
had yet seen. 
We Meet the Tithing Man. 
Saturday night found us at Tolland, Connecticut. The 
following morning, Sunday, we harnessed and proceeded 
on our journey. We had gone but a few miles, when we 
came in sight of a church, and people going to church. 
Just as we were passing, a man came out with a long 
pole in his hand, and demanded where we were going on 
the Sabbath. Brother John, who was in advance, had 
stopped till we came up; "This man," said he, "says we 
have got to stop and go to meeting this forenoon at least." 
I explained to the man that we were on a long journey to 
the West, and could not stop without a great damage to 
ourselves, as we had three horses and five persons, and it 
would cost us too much; besides, no one, thus far, had 
said we must stop on Sunday. "There is the tavern 
yonder," said he, "you can go there and stop till meeting 
is over, then you can go on." "We will agree to stop at 
your expense, "I said, "but not on our own." "I will not 
pay the expense," said he. "Move on, boys," said I. He 
threatened to "take notice" of me immediately. "What 
is that painted post, and horizontal beam for in front of 
the church?" I asked. "To put Sabbath breakers in, 
like you," he replied. "Boys, let us move," I said. He 
shook his pole at us, and said, "Don't yon pass that 
tavern without stopping,"— to which we made no reply, 
but kept right on, and have not heard anything from 
him since. 
We next arrived at Hartford, where we went to visit 
the State House. The lower story was of red sandstone. 
In one room was a museum of many curiosities. But in 
the Senate Chamber we were most edified bv seeing the 
figure of General Washington in full uniform, as natural 
as life. This was the more interesting to us, as we had 
heard our father tell so much about him, and what a fine 
appearance he made in uniform. We went on to New 
Haven, one of the most beautiful places we had ever seen, 
where we imagined most people would like to live. On 
arriving at Fishlrill, N. Y. , we were much interested in 
visiting an old armory, of which we had heard our father 
speak many times, where General Washington always 
kept a guard, and of his being stationed there many times 
during his service. 
We crossed the Hudson Eiver in a great scow, to New- 
burg, on the western side of the river; from here to Mor- 
ristown, N. J., passing through Newton, N. J., Reading, 
Penn., to Harrisburg, the capital of Pennsylvania. This 
place also was very interesting to us, being in a beautiful 
farming district. The State House was a lofty building 
of two stories, built of the bluest limestone, broken in 
every shape and form, with a white cement encircling 
each piece. 
Carlisle, we found a beautiful city, built of freestone. 
James Madison, President of the United States, was here 
with seventy-four wagons, containing the Public Docu- 
ments from the city of Washington, the British fleet hav- 
ing entered the city and blown up the President's house 
and many other buildings, and destroyed the Navy Yard. 
This was reported to have been accomplished through the 
treachery of the Governor of Maryland. Chambersburg, 
and New Bedford, our next stopping places, were both 
beautiful cities. 
Crossing the Alleghanies. , 
From thence, we came to the town of Somerset, rightly 
named, situated on the top of the Alleghany Mountains. 
In those days' this Avas considered the highest range of 
mountains in the United States. As the road was then 
travelled, they began to rise on the easterly side at the 
town of Strasburg, and continued to Pittsburg. The only 
travel to the Western States was right over these moun- 
tains in wagon's carrying five or six tons each, drawn by 
six horses; one would often see eight or ten of these 
wagons in company, bound to the Western States. The 
time allowed was thirty days to Cincinnatti, Ohio; and 
so dangerous was the journey, that wagons loaded with 
goods were often cast away on these mountains. As no 
two wagons could pass each other, except at turn-out 
places, a mile or two apart, they had to wait many hours 
either in ascending or descending; to do otherwise was 
certain destruction. In going up, they had to beat, as ves- 
sels do against the wind. The mountains are vast bodies 
of conglomerate bmestone, and wheel-ruts were often cut 
down a foot deep on either side; therefore single wagons 
were often wrecked by their wheels falling into thees 
ditches, and to go safe between the great tracks made by 
the large wagons was all important, for if you slid off 
into one of these ruts your case was hopeless. We used 
the greatest caution, sending one ahead to keep a look- 
out; two others walked, one on each side of the horses, 
to keep them on the track. It took us about a week to 
go eighty miles. 
As we were going down the last dangerous mountain we 
met a man, his wife and two small children, one of whom 
he was drawing in a hand cart; his wife and the other 
child walking. On our making inquiries as to how he 
came to be in this situation, he said he had started to go 
to Ohio, with his family; in passing down the mountain, 
his horse ran off the track, and was killed, and his wagon 
was stove to pieces. His wife received a broken arm, 
for which reason he had been "lying by." He had spent 
all his money for a doctor's bill, and having fixed up the 
wagon, was trying to return to New Hampshire. People 
had been very kind to him so far. We each gave him half 
a dollar, glad that we were able to do it. 
We were now past the clangers of the road and on com- 
ing to a more level tract of land, we stopped at a place 
called Blood Run, a small brook running across the road 
— so called because Washington was attacked here by 
Indians who fought till the brook ran red with blood, 
which event is still on record by historians. Our travels 
brought us to Washington, a smart place in this rough 
region. A day's journey of a gradual descent, and we 
found ourselves in Brownsville. 
From thence we went to Wheeling, Virginia, here we 
crossed the Ohio River in a great flat boat propelled by 
the current of the river, coming to the town of Belmont, 
Ohio; this was a place of considerable trade though most 
of the buildings were log cabins. Cambridge was a 
smart looking place, having many handsome wooden 
buildings, well painted in New England style, yet the 
country looked new, as it used to in Freedom. We next 
reached Zanesville, the place of our destination, after a 
long, tedious journey of twenty-eight days, including out- 
delays on the way. Here we found our brother Joshua, 
who had rented a house for our reception, where we 
drove up and unloaded for the first time since we started. 
This place is situated on the east bank of the Mus- 
kingum River. It then contained a population of 3,000. 
and was a place of great importance to the surrounding 
country, as it was the only place of any trade on the 
river, except Marietta, about fifty miles below. 
WHY WE WENT. 
We are now preparing for a week or two in the open 
for the coming summer. We always do this about this 
time, always, and we have such vivid imaginations that 
we camp once a week regularly on Saturday nights. 
Up to last summer this was as far as we got, and until 
the arrival of our annual disappointment, we extracted 
unlimited satisfaction from the solemn contemplation 
and arrangement of details as they were spread out on 
paper before us once in seven days from Jan. 1 to the last 
of September. Then the question being put, it was al- 
ways decided that for "good and sufficient reasons" it 
would be impossible for the Manglers to take their annual 
outing. 
We have now on the minutes that phrase, "for good 
and sufficient reasons," in four different places, 
f Each writing of it stands for the shattered hopes of 
nine months of preparation and careful forethought, 
minute calculations in regard to rations, argument, and 
heated debate; discussions tending to show the value of 
the lowly bean as an article of nutriment; grave delibera- 
tion as to the relative value of about thirty-five different 
styles of tents, which with voluminous correspondence 
from their respective advocates, furnished a subject for 
several months of ghostly powwow about the fire-place, 
and ended in a generous and feeling exchange of person- 
alities. During this latter proceeding, it was beautiful 
(for a neutral person) to note the degree of accuracj r 
which several years of association had enabled the Man- 
glers to estimate the character of one another, and to put 
their final decision in forceful language, calculated to 
carry home to the complimented party, the meaning and 
magnitude of his exceeding insignificance. 
Matters culminated in a manner which threatened the 
dissolution of the Manglers. 
One Mangier was pushing the canvas monstrosity of an 
ingenious and practical friend. By a simple arrange- 
ment of hinges, springs, sticks, poles, ropes, boards, and 
a collection of some forty-five or fifty guys, it was made, 
as he clearly demonstrated, to serve such an astounding 
variety of purposes, that by its use we would have to take 
nothing but that and our tobacco. The tent furnished 
everything else. 
As an unnatural curiosity, it couldn't be beat. You 
read about some aboriginal beings of the untamed, hairy 
West, buying a saddle and getting a horse to torture with 
it, gratis. This tent sold on a similar, but much more 
extended plan. When you bought one, you filled an 
order with a lot of printed questions like the "Symptoms" 
in a patent medicine ad. They filled the prescription ac- 
cording to your answers. For instance, these were some 
of the questions which you might answer to suit your- 
self: 
"Are you herbivorously or carnivorously inclined?" 
"Do you take cream in your coffee?" 
"Do you prefer feathers or springs in your mattresses?" 
"My favorite wines are " 
"Do you prefer bay rum or Florida water for shaving?" 
"Shall we equip your billiard table for pool?" etc. 
There were anywhere from fifty to five hundred of 
these questions. They made a record of every order they 
filled, and numbered your tent. Then when the trip was 
over, you just calmly packed her up and took her home. 
When you were ready for the next camp, you sent in 
your tent like a doctor's prescription; they filled it, and 
there you were. No trouble to yourself, no worrying, no 
agonizing dread that you had forgotten your slippers, or 
your iamb's wool fjeece-lifled triple thickness ebange of 
