an' you may be shure I was sorry for shootin' it, an' makin' such a
mistake. I lays down the gun, an' takes id in my arms, an' the poor
crathur licked the hand that shot id. Thin suddenly there comes up three
sthrange min, an' sazin' me as if I wor a child, they carrid me down wid
them, cursin' an' abusin' me all the way. As they made me take a solemn
oath not to revale what I saw there, I can't tell you any more: but they
thrated me badly, an' it was only yestherday I escaped."

"Well, Owen, ahagur, we ought to be thankful that you're back here safe;
bud do you think the magisthrate will be satisfied with this story--they
are always anxious to do justice, but they must be satisfied."

"In throth, they are, machree: but shure I'll sware to id; an', besides,
you know, the raal murdherer may be discovered--for God never lets it,
ov all other crimes, go athout punishment. An' now I'll just go to the
barracks at onst, an' be out ov suspinse."

Ere Duncan had concluded his sentence, the tramp of feet was heard
outside, and in a few seconds the cabin was full of armed men, who came
to take him prisoner. He had been seen entering his cabin; and they
immediately, as soon as they could muster a party, set out to make him
captive. As he was known to most of them, and did not make the slightest
attempt at resistance, they treated him gently, but bound his hands
firmly behind his back, and took every necessary precaution. Though
Ellen, while it seemed at a distance, had conversed calmly about his
surrender, she was violently agitated at the appearance of the armed
force. She clung to her husband's knees, and refused to part with him,
wildly screaming, "He's innocent! My husband's innocent!" and when
all was prepared, she walked by his side to the magistrate's house, (a
distance of three miles,) her choking sobs and burning tears attesting