Brother and Sister—Forebodings—Nettleton. WAR! Oh! how much of misery is expressed in that one word! It tells its own tale of woe, of blood, of broken hearts and desolated homes, of hopes blighted, of poverty and crime, of plunder, peculation and official tyranny, of murder and sudden death. In short, it develops all the baser passions of the human heart, changing a peaceful world to a world of woe, over which the destroying angel well might weep. Come, oh, thou angel, PEACE! The “Army of the Mississippi,” as it was termed, had been unsuccessful in their pursuit of the rebel General Price.

The Rebel General Price Determination - to Fight - The Sleeping Indian - Price Suspects him - He is Bound - Surprise - Escape. Let those who fear the spray the torrent flings Retrace their steps I\'ll cross the stream, howe\'er Its brawlings may disturb me. Mrs. Hale. By my soul, it shall be done! Yes, safety, honor, fame, fortune, all require it! It was a wild spot. The towering rocks reached to the height of several hundred feet above the valley below, where rolled the rapid waters of the Osage. Upon one of these jutting turrets, stood the speaker. His large form rose above the mountain oaks, standing as he was upon its most elevated point. But a close observer could not fail to notice that he was ill at ease. His eyes were restless, and as they wandered from mountain crag to the valley below, and thence to the far-reaching prairie in the distance, his frame trembled, and his fingers convulsively clutched his long irongray locks, as they were streaming in the morning wind. There was nothing remarkable in his dress, except that at such a time and place he should have worn an elegant sword, which could be seen beneath a large, dark cloak, thrown carelessly over his shoulders. In other respects he was without uniform, or any mark indicating the military chieftain. After gazing for some time upon the surrounding country, he again spoke: Yes, by heavens, it is a land worth fighting for, and I will The speaker paused, and turning, beheld the approach of the person who had interrupted his soliloquy. A frown covered his face as he asked: What do you want, Johnson? The answer came, rough and fiercely. Want? revenge! On whom? asked the first speaker, as he grasped the hilt of his sword. Not on you. General Price; so dont fear. Fear! echoed Price, I fear no man nothing. Then why do you clutch your sword as I approach? Because I believe you are treacherous, replied Price.cause I believe you are treacherous, replied Price.