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A Narrative Of The Sufferings Of Lieutenant George Spearing,
bushes that covered the mouth of the pit , I could discover the sun shining bright , and my pretty warbler was chaunting his melodious strains , when my attention was roused by a confused noise of human voices , which seemed to be approaching fast towards the p it ; immediately I called out , and most agreeably surprized several of acquaintancewho were in search of me .
my , Many of them are still living in Glasgow ; and it is not long since-I had the very great satisfaction of entertaining one of them at my apartments . They told me that they had not the most distant hope of finding me alive ; but wished to give my body a decent burial , should they be so fortunate as to find it . As soon as they heard my voice , they all ran towards the pit , and I
coulddistino-uish a " well-known voice exclaim , " Good God ! he is still fiving . " Another of them , though a very honest North Briton * betwixt his surprize and joy , could not help asking me , in the-Hibernian style , if I were still alive ? " I told him I was , and hearty too ; " and then gave them particular directions how to proceed in , getting me out . Fortunately at that juncture a collierfrom a
, working pit in the neighbourhood , was passing along the road , and , hearing an unusual noise in the wood his curiosity prompted him to learn the occasion . By his assistance , and a rope from the mill , I was soon safely landed on terra firma .. The miller ' s wife had very kindly brought some milk warm from the cow ; but , on my coming into the fresh airI grew rather faintand could nottast- it .
, , Need f be ashamed to acknowledge , that the first dictates of nrjr heart prompted me to fall on my knees , and ejaculate a silent thanksgiving to the God of my deliverance ; since , at this distant time , 1 never think of-it but the tear of gratitude starts from my
e } e ? Every morning , while I was in the pit , I tied a knot in the corner of my handkerchief , supposing that , if I died there , and my body should be afterwards found , the number of knots would certify how many days I had lived . Almost the first question my friends asked me was , how long I had been in the pit ? Immediately X drew handkerchief from my pocketand bade them count the .
my , knots . They found seven , the exact number of nights I had been there . We now hastened out of the wood . I could walk without support ; but that was not allowed , each person present striving to shew me how much they were rejoiced that they had found me . alive and so well . They led me to the miller ' s house , where a > great number of people were collected to see me .- A gentleman ,
who had a country-house just by , very kindly , at my request , sent for a glass of white wine . 1 ordered a piece of bread to be toasted , which I soked in the wine , and ate . I now desired the miller ' s wife to make me up a bed , fondly thinking that nothing more was wanting than a little refreshing sleep to terminate my misfortune . But , alas ! I was still to undergo greater sufferings than I had yet endured . By the almost continual rains , together with the cold damp arisingfrom the wet ground on which I lay , and not being able
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Narrative Of The Sufferings Of Lieutenant George Spearing,
bushes that covered the mouth of the pit , I could discover the sun shining bright , and my pretty warbler was chaunting his melodious strains , when my attention was roused by a confused noise of human voices , which seemed to be approaching fast towards the p it ; immediately I called out , and most agreeably surprized several of acquaintancewho were in search of me .
my , Many of them are still living in Glasgow ; and it is not long since-I had the very great satisfaction of entertaining one of them at my apartments . They told me that they had not the most distant hope of finding me alive ; but wished to give my body a decent burial , should they be so fortunate as to find it . As soon as they heard my voice , they all ran towards the pit , and I
coulddistino-uish a " well-known voice exclaim , " Good God ! he is still fiving . " Another of them , though a very honest North Briton * betwixt his surprize and joy , could not help asking me , in the-Hibernian style , if I were still alive ? " I told him I was , and hearty too ; " and then gave them particular directions how to proceed in , getting me out . Fortunately at that juncture a collierfrom a
, working pit in the neighbourhood , was passing along the road , and , hearing an unusual noise in the wood his curiosity prompted him to learn the occasion . By his assistance , and a rope from the mill , I was soon safely landed on terra firma .. The miller ' s wife had very kindly brought some milk warm from the cow ; but , on my coming into the fresh airI grew rather faintand could nottast- it .
, , Need f be ashamed to acknowledge , that the first dictates of nrjr heart prompted me to fall on my knees , and ejaculate a silent thanksgiving to the God of my deliverance ; since , at this distant time , 1 never think of-it but the tear of gratitude starts from my
e } e ? Every morning , while I was in the pit , I tied a knot in the corner of my handkerchief , supposing that , if I died there , and my body should be afterwards found , the number of knots would certify how many days I had lived . Almost the first question my friends asked me was , how long I had been in the pit ? Immediately X drew handkerchief from my pocketand bade them count the .
my , knots . They found seven , the exact number of nights I had been there . We now hastened out of the wood . I could walk without support ; but that was not allowed , each person present striving to shew me how much they were rejoiced that they had found me . alive and so well . They led me to the miller ' s house , where a > great number of people were collected to see me .- A gentleman ,
who had a country-house just by , very kindly , at my request , sent for a glass of white wine . 1 ordered a piece of bread to be toasted , which I soked in the wine , and ate . I now desired the miller ' s wife to make me up a bed , fondly thinking that nothing more was wanting than a little refreshing sleep to terminate my misfortune . But , alas ! I was still to undergo greater sufferings than I had yet endured . By the almost continual rains , together with the cold damp arisingfrom the wet ground on which I lay , and not being able