The attorney was all gentleness,
and assisted her to the cabin of Jerry Swinger, the owner of the
wood-yard.
Hatchie had been able, by severe exertion, to keep within hearing of the
splashing oars. The current fortunately carried him near the wood-yard,
and, aided by the sounds he heard at the cabin, and by the boat which he
saw, he concluded the party had landed there. Letting go the door, a few
vigorous strokes brought him to the shore. Approaching the cabin, he
satisfied himself that his mistress had taken shelter there. Concealing
himself in the woods, he awaited with much anxiety the next movement of
the attorney. In the morning he heard the noise at the cabin, and had
been the means of saving his mistress from a calamity far more dreadful
than death itself.
On the evening of the day of the explosion, an elderly gentleman sat in
a private apartment of one of the principal hotels in Vicksburg,
attentively reading an "Extra," in which the particulars of the disaster
were detailed. He read, with little apparent interest, the account,
until he came to the names of "Saved, Killed, Wounded and Missing.
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