CHAPTER V.

HOW THE SCHEIMERS MADE ME SUFFER.

RETURN TO SCHEIMER-PEACE AND THEN PANDEMONIUM- FRIGHTFUL FAMILY
ROW-RUNNING FOR REFUGE-THE GANG AGAIN-ARREST AT MIDNIGHT-STRUGGLE
WITH MY CAPTORS-IN JAIL ONCE MORE-PUT IN IRONS-A HORRIBLE PRISON
BREAKING OUT-THE DUNGEON-SARAH'S BABY- CURIOUS COMPROMISES-OLD
SCHEIMER MY JAILER- SIGNING A BOND-FREE AGAIN-LAST WORDS FROM SARAH.





We went back to the Scheimer homestead and were favorably received.
There was no special enthusiasm over our return, no marked
demonstrations of delight; but they seemed glad to see us, and all
the unpleasant things of the past, if not forgotten, were tacitly
ignored on all sides. We passed a pleasant evening together in what
seemed a re-united family circle-one of the brothers only was
absent-and next morning we met cordially around the breakfast table.
I really began to think it was possible that all the old
difficulties might be healed, and that the pleasant picture Sarah
painted, at Goshen, about settling down happily in Pennsylvania,
could be fully realized.

After breakfast I took a conveyance to go three or four miles to see
a man who owed me some money for medical services in his family, and
was away from Scheimer's three or four hours. During this brief