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Miss JULIA D
. THE ONLY SURVIVOR OF THE
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teamship “Gity of Boston,”
LOST AT SEA. IN 18. O.
Miss DEAN was Shipwrecked, AND CAst upon AN UNE
ISLAND, WHERE SHE REMAINED FOR
WRITTEM By MISS DEAN, º
> at North ºth Sr., Pitlaparina, Pa.















Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
- BA RCLAY & CO., ** *.
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D.C..
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The Truly Wonderful Adventures
Ms Iſ MM
Known as the Female “Crusoe,” who Remained
Nine Years on an Uninhabited Island.
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THAT my life has been one of strange, exciting, and varied
scenes, no one upon a perusal of this true narrative can for a
moment doubt. It may seem egotistical in Ine to assert that
I have seen more wonderful things and suffered greater hard-.
ships than perhaps any other of my sex; but, before you judge
me an egotist, I appeal to you as a generous public to read
these, the first lines I have ever published. Moreover, I have
taken care to obtain and preserve evidence enough to substan-
tiate the greater part of my story. That portion which relates
to my life on the uninhabited island you can readily believe
and understand when you have give me a reading—I am the
sole survivor of the ill-fated steamer “City of Boston,” which–
was lost at sea in the year 1870, with a large number of pas-
sengers on board, myself the only one left to tell the sad tale.
My life on land, previous to embarking on the boat, was one
which should not be carelessly passed over; for during those
years many stirring incidents occurred, such as are rarel. | º
crowded into any one's lifetime, and all the more remarkable
occurring to one so young. - ź”
Whether my nine years on the island, or those years j
previous and after have made the greater impression, I
a loss to say. - - -
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20 -- MISS JULIA DEAN,
I was born in the little village of Putnamville, Orange C.J.,
N. Y., and am now in my twenty-eighth year. There were
four of us; two brothers, myself, and a younger sister. Our
father, John R. Dean, was twice elected to the State Legisla-
ture, being a lawyer of large practice, and well known through-
out the State. .
In the village resided a young man, much respected, and of
excellent family. He plays a conspicuous part in my life's
drama, and I therefore hasten to introduce him. Standing
something over six feet in height, broad in proportion, and of
prepossessing countenance, this “Son of York” was indeed a
fine youth to look upon. He had, from my earliest recollec-
tion, paid me every attention. His acts of kindness were many,
and once when I was only six years of age, and he a youth of
ten, he even saved my life. But I had always looked upon
him rather in the light of an elder brother, and indeed, I
needed one, for truth to tell my own brothers were, at that
time, not of a lovable disposition. My boy-lover's name was
Charles Wollar. When he was in his twentieth year, and I in
my sixteenth, he really proposed to me, and was—refused. A
sad picture of despair, this suitor of mine for many a day there-
after. And oh, how I pitied him but we were both too young
to seriously think of marriage. He left the village and went
to New York City; in a year (that eventful year!) he returned
and renewed his offer of marriage. Again I refused him, for I
did not love him. Had I married him then, what years of
hardships and trouble might have been spared me! but I must
not anticipate. -
To your notice we now introduce Bradley Adams, a man
(“heaven save the mark 1") of bad repute in the county, but
the owner of broad acres, and mansions many, which covers a .
multitude of sins—in the eyes of some. This man had caused
me much trouble, as he was continually placing himself in
my way. * x
One day we met on the outskirts of the village near a
shaded wood, and do what I would I could not pass him.
“Ah! my pretty dear, where have you been 7” he said, and
a demor rester in his glittering eye.

* THE FEMALE CRUSOE. 21
“Mr. Adams,” I replied, “I have been picking berries.
Please allow me to pass.” .
“Not so fast, pretty Miss Dean; I have long sought this
opportunity. Pray give me a few minutes of your time. Lis-
ten, please, and attentively, to what I am about to say. For
the last year or so I have felt very lonely; I have yearned for
a companion, of your sex, and would much prefer to live in a
large city, to fly from this dull old place and revel in the sights
and pleasures of the great city of New York, or even those
of London and Paris; for you know that I am very wealthy
and can well afford any luxury within the reach of man.” -
“Sir, this conversation has no interest for me, and I wish to
bid you good-evening !” 3.
“Stop!” he cried, “you shall hear me, foolish child; you
know not the opportunity you are about to throw away. Listen
further, and I'll open your eyes to an elysium, of which you
never even dreamed. There is a young and handsome widow
who has promised to come and act as my house-keeper at the
old mansion in the valley. She is only a house-keeper,” he
added, and his eyes gave me a searching look, “no relation
whatever. Well, I shall not accept her offer, although, mind
you, she's very pretty, almost as pretty as you are, dearest.”
Oh, how my blood boiled as the serpent hissed that word
I rushed past him, but was not quick enough, for with a bound
he possessed himself of a ſold of my dress, and I was at a
stand-still. # #
“Now, my little dear, don't run away. I offer you more
than I did the pretty widow. You shall go all over the world
with me, and dresses such as a queen might envy shall be
yours. Would you have diamonds, they shall be at your com.
mand. Come, fly with me this night! I have everything
prepared. See, it is already quite dark; we can go round by
the Lansing cut, and no one need see us. There will be no
necessity for you to return home for clothing; everything can
be purchased in New York. Come, love. She consents! She
is mine !” .
Sick with fear, I had almost fainted in the arms of my
would-be seducer. I was powerless to move,
22 MISS JULIA DEAN.
“Thus then, fair one, do I seal my promise with a lovirg
kiss | * -:
He was about to pollute my lips with a hellish kiss, when a
tall form sprang out of the woods and dealt Bradley Adams
one powerful blow which laid him prostrate and senseless at
aly feet. - -
“Oh, thanks! thanks, Charley! It was very fortunate for
me that you arrived in such good time, and very, very kind of
you to save me from that villain.”
“Miss Dean, I am happy to have been of the slightest 'ser-
vice to you,” said Charles Wollar, for it was my persistent suitor
who had arrived so opportunely.
“Why call me Miss, Charley? You and I who have been so
well acquainted since childhood. Do I deserve this?”
These words spoken over the prostrate form of Bradley
Adams, whose presence we no longer noticed.
“True, I had forgotten; we are brother and sister!” This he
said in a hollow, mocking voice, and with a bitter smile, and
then changing his tone somewhat, he added: “I leave for New
York to-morrow, thence by steamer Asia for Liverpool; but
before I go I shall teach that scoundrel a lesson, such as will
last him a lifetime. The coward!”
“Oh, Charley !” I said, “are you going so far, and so soon?”
“Yes, I am engaged by a large manufacturer of scales to travel
in Europe. But come, it is very dark, and it were better that
I see you to your own door at once.”
Noble-hearted, brave man; and yet I did not love him—then.
So arm in arm we quitted the spot, leaving Adams to recover
his senses as best he might. Charley left me at my father's
house, promising to call the next day and bid us all good-bye,
As I entered I noticed my little sister Emma peeping out of
an upper window. What a strange expression I had never
seen her look so before. It worried me. At the supper-table
she did not put in an appearance, merely sending word down
that she had “an awful headache,” and could eat nothing. On
this eventful night father spoke of a trip on the continent, and
said that he thought some of taking me with him. Mother
had been a confirmed invalid for several years, ahd would or
sould not entertain any thoughts of fatiguing travel.




THE FEMALE CRUSOE. 23
My brother Robert came in a little after eight, and as his
elder brother Henry had gone over to Port Jervis that morning,
he kindly () proposed to make me his companion in a boat-ride
on the Brad Adams Creek, as it was called, owing to the fact
that the senior Brad Adams had been one of the first to
improve the land, through which a great part of it run.
There was a fine moon, and feeling in just the mood, I gladly
accepted my brother's invitation.
As we passed through Beesley's woods, a woman's form came
in sight, and seeing us she stopped. -
“Will you kindly direct me to Mr. Adams' house?”
“We are to pass that way. You may accompany us, and we
can leave you at his door,” replied my brother. *
After walking a short distance, my brother asked, “Are you
a relation of his?” “This is the pretty widow,” I said to myself,
as I gained a glimpse of her exceedingly lovely face.
“I am his wife / " was the startling answer—startling because
no one in the township ever dreamed that Brad Adams had
taken unto himself a wife.
“Why I didn't know Brad was married,” blurted out my
impertinent brother. -
“We have been married three years. I have not seen my
husband for over two years. If you only knew how I love
him!” Tears stood in her large, lustrous eyes as she spoke, and
my whole heart went out towards her.
We left her near the house, and she kindly invited me to
come and see her at some future time. Poor woman, she little
thought. -
Robert and I remained two hours or so on the creek. As I
sat in the boat, gazing upon the fair moon, my thoughts were
of so calm a nature I had fain believed that all were peace and
happiness on this beautiful earth of ours. Alas, the numberless
heart-aches, the innumerable tragedies that were doubtless taking
place at that very time. One scene which led to terrible conse-
quences was even then being enacted, and another was soon to
take place. Of the first I shall tell you, as it was related to me .
by one of the principal performers—Charley—long afterwards.
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Bradley Adams. He had gone home and waited two hours,
patiently expecting some message from Adams, but no message
came. As the clock struck ten, he arose and went out, shaping
his course toward the Bradley mansion. - -
Arrived there, he knocked at the front-door, which was
opened by an old negro, who, looking out, recognized my hero,
standing in the bright moonlight.
“Great hebbins ! Marse Charles Wollar, dat you? Why you
near fright de life right outen me; 'deed you did. You looks
'zactly like a ghost.”
“Is your master at home, Pete?”
As he spoke voices were heard in loud altercation.
“I tell you I must have money !” said a strange voice.
“Dat's Marse Brad's brudder, dat am jist come from a sea
woyage; he's a sailor man, he is,” whispered old Pete.
“And I tell you that you won't get a d-n cent out of me.”
It was Adams speaking now, and his tones were not of the
Sweetest. - : - --
“We'll see about that,” replied his brother. “I’m a pretty
good witness to the fact that you're married to that woman; yes,
legally married, although you thought that you'd put up a job
on her, and could shake her just whenever you liked.” r
“Leave the room, Sue !” commanded Adams, speaking no
doubt to the woman my brother and I had seen near Beesley's
woods. “As for you,” continued Brad, “you'd better do your
worst. I have no fear of you. Why, you scoundrel, you dare
not show your face in a civilized community 1"
“I'm your brother, but blarst my eyes if I don't run you
ashore yet, even if I’m wrecked with you!” -
During this time Charley had stood a rather unwilling listener
to the above conversation. A moment more and the sailor was
at the door, followed by his brother, who no sooner saw Charley
than he quickly said:
“Don’t go, Tom ; I'll make it all right. Come in.” .
Tom Adams went into the house, and Brad said, turning to
Charley: + - :
“For what or to whom am I indebted for the pleasure of this
visit?” • … : *
26 MISS JULIA 10EAN,
“You miserable coward, had you possessed one spark of man-
hood, it would have been you who had called on me; but no,
you have not courage enough to face a man. Such villains as
you never have.” .
“Enough I see; you would revive the chivalric days and
fºrce me to challenge you. It shall be so. I now dare you to
hortal combat!"
“Pistols!" coolly ejaculated young Vollar.
“The hour and place?” asked Adams, who endeavored to
imitate Charley's cool manner, but who was evidently greatly
excited. -
“The northern end of Beesley's woods; time, five in the
morning,” replied Wollar.
“I shall be there.” .
Charley turned homeward. Looking over his shoulder, when
he had passed the gate, he saw Brad and his brother standing
at a window, and Adams was pointing out my hero. Young
Wollar noticed a smile on the face of the sailor, and that he
nodded his head, but thoughts of the duel, and his departure
for Europe the next day, should he survive, were uppermost,
and he gave the men at the window but little thought. After
he had reached the woods at the top of the hills, he walked
a short distance from the path and sat down, his body being
concealed from any chance passer-by. A few moments had
passed when he heard footsteps, and saw Brad Adams entering
the wood. He was muttering to himself, and as he canne
directly opposite to Charley, he stopped suddenly. §
Wollar thought that perhaps he had been observed, but no
so, for Adams did not turn either to the right or left, he merely
stood perfectly still, and Charley heard this: -- .
“Yes, yes, I might as well secure a second. Perhaps this
duel may come off. This affair of mine may perhaps rid me
of my brother forever, at least for a time, even if he fail. As
for her, she must go 1" As he uttered the last word he appeared
to remember that he was standing still, for with a start he
walked hurriedly onward. - -
Charley was, of course, at a loss to understand his meaning,
and again he fell to ruminating. ºf -
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THE FEMALE CRUSOE, 27
Meanwhile my brother and myself were idly floating down
the creek, but at length Robert said:
“Jule, it's getting late. Guess I'd better pull up stream, and
land at Brad Adams'.”
So saying, we turned the bow up-stream. The reader must
bear in mind that during this time Adams had gone to the vil-
lage, arranged with an acquaintance (he had no friends), to act
as his second in the coming duel, and had returned home.
As we neared the landing we heard screams, which were
evidently uttered by a woman. Just then the moon was
obscured by the clouds, and a deathly chill ran through my
veins.
We landed safely and walked up the path leading past the
house. We had scarcely proceeded twenty steps when we
heard the screams repeated, and each time the sound appeared
to come from further above.
One unearthly scream, and ere its echo had died away the
clouds passed, and the bright moon shone upon a strange scene.
On the roof of the old mansion stood a statue representing
some mythological character—the terror of children for miles
around—and looking for all the world in the moonlight like the
ghost of the departed Adams, Senior. With up-lifted hand,
and cries for help, stood the figure of the woman whom we had
seen early in the evening. Just behind her, and pushing her
vigorously was Bradley Adams. #
A strange scene truly. She had either gained the roof with
-- {: intention, else she had gone there to attract attention,
land called for help; and had been pursued by her husband,
who was even now forcing her back; for they suddenly dis-
appeared from our sight.
Robert and I walked hurriedly towards the house—for we
were some distance from it—and arriving there we listened
attentively for any sound, but all was quiet. I thought that I
heard a low moan, but my brother said it was the wind. 3.
“We don’t want to interfere here, sis; Brad's been quarrel-
ling with his wife, that's all.”
And yet some strange fear caused me to linger around that
house. My imagination painted winged demons flying from

28 MISS JULIA DEAN,
every window, and the old statue on the roof seemed to smile
in demoniac pleasure. The very stones in the paths of the
Adams demesne seemed to start from their gravel beds. Even
the moon seemed to have turned to blood, in my eyes.
“Come, Jule, I'm going home. If you don't come at once,
darned if I don't leave you.” -
This rather rude breaking in upon my reveries served to
bring me to a thought of my position; but it was only with
great effort that I succeeded in shaking off even a part of my
unenviable feelings. I was a very tired girl that night, and
had no sooner touched the bed than I fell into a sound sleep.
Emma, my youngest sister, then fourteen years of age, was
in 'bed when I came home, and I had stepped lightly in enter-
ing the room, and felt quite sure that I had not awakened her.
Oh, what an eventful night that was I shall never, never
forget it. --
Once during the night I awoke, with a start from a horrible
dream, in which the old mansion, its occupants, and the ghost-
like statue were prominent figures. Turning in bed, I noticed
that Emma was not by my side.
“Poor child,” I said to myself, “she has complained of feel-
ing very feverish at night, and said that she would often get
up and go down-stairs after water. And now I remember her
strange look this evening. We must call in a doctor to-mor.
row,” and soon I was fast asleep again.
With a strange shiver and a sudden cry, I awoke to find myº
little sister walking stealthily toward me, an up-lifted dagger in
her hand, and a terrible expression on her face, her eyes almost
starting from their sockets. -
“Why, Emma, merciful heaven what is the matter with
you? Are you walking in your sleep? Awake! awake!
I say!” *
With one great cry of pain she dropped the dagger and fell
sobbing on my bosom. For a long time she could not speak,
and my only answer was sob after sob. At last she spoke.
“Good Father in heaven, forgive me, oh, forgive me my
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THE FEMALE CRUSOE. 28
“It is what I would have done. Oh, merciful God, forgive
me! No 1 no, I never can be forgiven l’ and the poor child
clasped her hands and cried in anguish loud and deep.
After a while she became calm a little, and told me why I
found her leaning over me with a dagger. It was now four
o'clock, and daylight was just peeping in at the window.
“My dear, dear sister, you will think me a very wicked,
strange girl. I love Charles Wollar; yes, I know I am but a
child, yet I feel as if no woman could love a man better than
I love Charley. You may deem me foolish, but I cannot con-
trol my feelings. You, too, love him, and I could not bear to
think of it, to see you together. Oh, how I have fought with
myself in a vain endeavor to put down the awful feeling within
me, a feeling which was driving me to murder my own sister 1
It is terrible, terrible !”
“Why, dearest Emma, I do not love Charley, save with the
love of a true friend and sister. He has asked me to wed him,
and I have refused.”
“Say you so?” and my sister's face brightened. “Then I
will tell you all. Night after night, when you have thought :
me sleeping peacefully by your side, I have gone down-stairs
quietly, and dressed myself in brother Robert's clothing. Then
I would steal out into the night, and, making my way to
Charley's house, I would linger around it by the hour, satisfied
to feel, to know that I was near him. I would not have him
know it for all the world, nor would I wish any one to see and
recognize me at such an hour, and this is why I wore brother's
clothes. Charley often, in the very warm nights, takes a
pillow and sleeps on the bench under the big chestnut tree near
the house. Well, a few hours since, when you were sound
asleep, I got up, dressed in Robert's suit, and reached the house
of my idol who, as often before, lay under the tree. I stood
gazing upon him intently and dreaming very foolish dreams of
love, when I suddenly heard footsteps. I hurriedly concealed .
myself. The figure of a burly sailor soon appeared. He stopped,
and stood looking upon the features of Charley. “So you're
going to fight a duel at five in the morning with my brother,
are you?” he muttered, “we’ll see about that. Brad paid me

80 MISS JULIA DEAN,
to put you out of the way, and Tm going to do it.” As he
spoke those words he crept up slowly and quietly, and draw-
ing a huge knife he raised it on high, and in a moment would
have plunged it into the heart of the sleeping man, when with
one wild, piercing cry I sprang from behind the tree, and,
caught his arm just in time! Charley awoke, took in the sits
uation at a glance, and pointing a revolver, which had lain at
his side, fired. The would-be assassin, however, had made
good his escape, and during the excitement I again concealed
myself, managing eventually to slip away unseen.”
“Emma,” I said, “we must prevent this duel. It is but a
little after four, and we have yet time to reach the northern
end of Beesley's woods, which is the place they have evidently
selected, as it is remote from any habitation, and there is a
large open space well concealed from observation on all sides.
Besides, you remember John Gourley and Adam Benner fought
there some seven or eight months since.”
I dressed hurriedly, and my sister said that she could not
summon courage enough to accompany me.
“It would kill me,” said Emma, “were I to find Charley had
been slain. No, no! I cannot go with you.”
“Emma, I think that I shall have time enough. They will
surely not meet before five o'clock.” -
So saying, I bade my sister good-bye, and proceeded imme-
diately in the direction of the woods. -
I had nearly reached the scene of the duel, when I heard two
shots fired almost simultaneously. With a faint heart I ran
towards the open space, and saw a man lying flat upon his
face. Near him lay a revolver and his hat. Close by stood a
horse, and in the distance on another horse a man rode at
furious pace. I saw no more, for with a cry of horror I
fainted, and fell into the arms of two men who ran to my assist
3.11Ce. ' © - 3
' When I regained consciousness I asked, “Is he killed? Oh!
tell me, is he dead?” . - ‘’i
Major Kane and Arthur Compton were kneeling by my side,
bathing my forehead. The Major informed me that Bradley
Adams, and not Charley Wollar, had been mortally wounded,
THE FEMALE CRUSOE, 31
ead then Mr. Compton hurried off on Brad's horse to summon
a physician. - - -
We then went to the assistance of Adams, who had been shot
in the head, and who was surely dying.
He rallied somewhat, however, and in a low, weak voice
said: - ---
“May God forgive me this night's work | Miss Dean, I am
dying. Tell me that you, at least, can forgive me.”
“Unhappy man, I do forgive and pity you.”
Presently the sound of many voices fell upon our ears, and a
number of our neighbors reached the spot, led by Farmer
Ahearn, who said:
“What have we here? A duel, and Brad Adams wounded ?”
“Yes,” said Brad Adams, “and dying, man; do you hear,
dying !”
“Then you've cheated the gallows, that's all.”
“The gallows!” cried the Major. “Why what mean you?”
“I mean that Brad Adams is a murderer! Early this morn-
ing I was awakened by low cries for help, and looking out of my
bed-room window, I beheld old nigger Pete lying near the door.
His throat had been cut, and he was covered with blood. He
had crawled all the way from the old mansion, and had just
strength enough left to inform me that Adams had committed
the deed, and bid me go to his house when he expired at my
feet. I took my hired man Theodore with me, and together
we entered the murderer's house. There we met a terrible
sight. In one corner of the second story front room lay the
corpse of a woman, whose throat had been cut from ear to ear,
and whose body had been stabbed in many places. We left the
mansion, and upon looking around us, we saw the tracks of a
horse's hoofs in the soft mud, and as they led from the mansion
in this direction, we followed, thinking it possible that we might
gain a clue to the dreadful double murder. We heard the two
shots fired. This added to the mystery of myself and neighbors,
who have joined me on the road, after hearing of the sad affair.”
“Farmer Ahearn, Major Kane, Miss Dean, all of you, listen
to the confession of a dying man. Last night, after young Wol-
lar had left me, I became possessed of a demon. I hired my



52 MISS JULIA DEAN,
worthless brother to follow Charley and assassinate him at the
first opportunity. While he was gone, I quarrelled with my
wife, and struck her several times. When my brother returned
and informed me that he had failed, and Wollar had shot him
in the arm, I was furious. Tom soon after left the house,
breathing nothing but vengeance against the inan who had
wounded him, and whom he had attempted to murder in cold
blood. I determined to meet Wollar this morning, although
such an action I had not previously given thought to, although
V went through the form of calling upon Major Kane and ask-
! ig his services as my second. I lay upon the sofa in my parlor,
ind thoughts of a hellish nature possessed me. Then I arose,
and calling Pete I bade him bring me a decanter full of brandy.
This I drank eagerly, and in a short time my brain was on fire.
I sent for my wife and renewed the quarrel. At length I
became wild with anger, and drawing a large pen-knife I
stabbed her in the breast. She screamed and ran from me. A
followed, and again stabbed her while she was flying from me
and screaming at the top of her voice. She gained the roof and
shouted for help. I was just behind her, and had I not caught
her in time she would have thrown herself over. But I held
her fast and pushed her down the stairs where she fell. Fol-
lowing quickly, I grasped her by the throat and stabbed her
repeatedly. Old Pete had heard the sounds, and came to her
assistance, but I soon silenced him. Turning again to the form
of my prostrate and now unconscious wife, I cut her throat,
and thus disposed of her forever. At the appointed hour I
arrived here and thirsted for the blood of Wollar. It was not to
be, for I was too nervous and he too calm. You know the rest.”
He was now breathing painfully, and, with one awful look
of fear and a “God forgive me” spoken in a labored whisper,
he died. > . . . * : *
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before I saw him again. I subsequently learned that he was
travelling for the firm of Herring & Co., safe manufacturers.
The authorities of Orange County did not move in the matter
of Bradley Adams' death, and after awhile the affair ceased to


THE FEMALE CRUSOE. 35
be a nine days' wonder. But the people of Putnamville remem
ber the affair well, and, on a recent visit of mine to that pretty
little town, every one spoke of it and crowded around to hear
of my adventures afterwards. They are proud, too, of their
“female Crusoe,” as they call me. º
Have you tired of my adventures on land, and do you wish
to go with me to sea? - - -
I have previously mentioned the fact that father contem.
plated a tour of the continent, and proposed that I should
accompany him. Well, at last our arrangements were all
sompleted, and, on the morning of November 5th, 1869, we
bade mother good-bye, and, as father had concluded that Emma
might go with us as far as New York city, we three left in the
mine o'clock train. * : -
The parting with dear mother was tearful indeed, and ol.
how sad I feel when I think of it, for we never met again
Our mother died while father and I were on the ocean.
Bound for London.
It had been arranged that Emma should spend a few weeks.
in the city at Aunt Charlotte's.
Father and I bade sister good-bye on the deck of the steam-
ship “City of Limerick,” bound for Liverpool, and arrived after
a pleasant voyage of eight days and a few hours. From Liver.
pool we went immediately to London, that great city of nearly
three million inhabitants. It was here that we first learned
of mother's death. A telegram awaited father at Drexel, Moi.
gan & Co.'s banking house. . This sad intelligence cast a gloom
over us which time could alone dispel. We remained in Lon.
don some weeks, visiting all the places of interest. Our next
trip was to Lancashire, where father paid a visit to an old
acquaintance.
On board the “City of Limerick” I had noticed that one of the
passengers had eyed me very curiously. I never went on deck
but I met his rude gaze. This was certainly annoyiiig, but of
course I could not prevent the man looking which way he
would. The face of this person seemed distantly fami
.*-
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I could not place it. At night I saw it in my
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44 Miss JULIA DEAN,
awakening with a start would surely expect to find him bending
over nie. It was a strange feeling and I tried to shake it off.
When we arrived at the pleasant home-like village of Dun-
nam, in Lancashire, I had forgotten the strange man, but one
avening I met him. *
“Good-evening, Miss Dean,” he said, “you don't appear to
rºognize me.” -
“No, sir, you have the advantage.”
* *ſ'm Thomas Adams, brother of Brad Adams.”
A shudder ran through my every vein.
“You are the man who attempted to assassinate Mr. Charles
Voilar, and you richly deserve to be placed within the four
w ºils of a prison,” I said, angry at the man's impudence in
addressing me. -
“Why, where did you get that idea from ?” >
“Enough, sir; let this conversation end here. Suffice it to
say that you were recognized at the time you stood with
uplifted knife about to take the life of one who never harmed
you!” -
“That was only a rehearsal, miss. You see I used to belong
to an amateur dramatic association, and I always had a weak-
aess for placing myself in those positions.”
The coolness with which this man uttered the falsehood
astounded me. . .
“See here, Miss Dean, you and I might just as well under-
...tand each other. I’ve got all of Brad's money now, and, since
I've seen you on the deck of that vessel we came over in, shiver
my timbers if I haven't fallen square in love with you by
Cupid's compass.” • r
“Sir, you insult me. Allow me to pass.” -
“Why, cert—, sis, you can pass. But I'm bound to have
you one of these days. - … *
“I’ve got pluck and I've got money,
And I’m going to have you, honey.'
That's petry, but it's true as gospel, see if it ain't!"
ied past him, and felt much relieved when I reached
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Mr. Nutting, at whose house we were stopping, was a
bachelor, and kept an old housekeeper and one maid servant.
It happened that the latter was visiting some relatives on this
occasion, so that the only one of my sex in the house was Mrs.
Alexander, who was quite deaf.
Father was going back to London to make some needed pur.
chases that afternoon. Before he left I described my interview
with Tom Adams, and begged that I might sleep in the house-
keeper's rcom during his absence. Moreover, knowing the
desperate character of the man with whom I had conversed so
recently, I coaxed father to leave his revolver with me,
All was quiet that night and the following night, and I
commenced to feel a sense of security. But on the third night
I awoke to find Tom Adams with his hands fastened upon
my throat.
“Looker here, Miss Julia, Lain't agoing to hurt you if you'll
go with me peaceably, but if you don't I'll chloroform you and
carry you off willy milly.” > f . . . . .x
During this speech I had quietly worked my right hand
around to the revolver, and, as he uttered the last word, I suc-
ceeded in cocking it, and raising it quickly I fired. The bullet
grazed his temple, and as he heard the report and felt the blood
oozing from his wound, he uttered a fearful oath, and, spring *
ing toward the window, succeeded in reaching the ladder which º
he had placed against it and escaped.
After the excitement was over I fainted, and when I awoke,
Mr. Nutting and the old housekeeper were standing over me.
The blood upon the sheet had frightened them, as they sup:
posed that I had been murdered in my bed.
Father arrived the next morning and was greatly excited
upon hearing the account of my night's adventure.
We started for the sea-shore that very day, going to th #.
beautiful resort of Arlington. Here we remained a week. On
the last night I had strolled upon the beach alone, which
became deserted before I was aware of it. I stood gazing
the beautiful waves as they rolled gracefull r
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there the clouds obscured the moon, and I suddenly felt myself
jerked violently backwards, and a cloak thrown over my head,
I screamed for help, but no one could hear me, and gasping
for breath I became half unconscious, although I knew that I
was being placed in a boat, and that my captors were rowing
out to sea. . . . ; -
At length they removed the cloak, and I breathed freely once
more. Sitting in the stern of the boat I saw Tom Adams, on
whose face rested a grim smile of satisfaction.
“You see, I have kept my word,” said he.
Sick at heart and helpless as I was, I could make him no
answer.
Presently we came in sight of a very fine schooner-rigged
yacht. --
After the men had pulled hard at the Qars for a time, we
reached and boarded her. I was placed in the cabin, and soon
we were speeding through the water, all sails crowded. Before
long Tom Adams came below, and was about to throw his arms
around me, when a voice shouted:
“Cap, we are pursued 1"
“You lie, you lubber!” -
“I begs pardon, Cap, but I thinks I'm right.”
“What do you make her out to be 7”
“A yacht about our own build and ton, but as near as I can
- make out, through the glass, she's a faster sailer.”
“We'll see about that,” said Adams, who went on deck.
I quietly followed, and going up the steps just far enough to
peep, I beheld a small white speck on the ocean, which, to the
naked eye, seemed to be standing still. -
. . } An hour passed, and the little speck grew larger and larger,
We were going at a splendid rate, but our pursuer was, without
doubt, a very fast boat, inuch faster than ours. t
Adams walked the deck nervously, muttering curse upon
“I’ve been fooled by you d-d Englishment I bought this
for the fastest yacht in the country, and from the build of
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My heart thrilled with joy, for I doubted not that my father
was in pursuit of my abductors; and it was my father, as I
soon learned. º . .
It appears that the bright moon had come out just as the
row-boat had reached a point about a mile from land. I was
missed, and my father seeing a woman in the boat, had hur-
tiedly summoned to his assistance Lord Dearl, whose splendid
yacht, the “Glider,” lay at anchor close by. *
On, on sped the yacht of my captor.
Closer, closer the beautiful “Glider.”
. I could now distinguish the forms and faces of men on the .
deck of the pursuing boat. It was very exciting, and for the %
moment I forgot that I was such an interested party; that my
honor, perhaps my life, depended upon the success of Lord
Dearl's yacht. .
A very stiff breeze now sprang up, and the “Glider” appeared
to have lost considerably through some bad management.
Adams' boat gained, and as I looked I, for the first time, real-
ized my position. Hope fled, fear possessed me, and in an agony
of mind I strained my eyes and eagerly wished for some hope-
ful sign, some reassurance that all was not lost.
But see . The “ Glider” comes nobly round. She regains
her course and bears directly down upon us. -
Minutes that seemed like hours, and little by little my res-
cuer gained.
All was not lost Closer, closer! Near, very near! A grating
sound, the tramping of feet. This was all I heard, for my head
swam, a dizziness seized me, and I sank in a swoon. ... ',
I awoke to find my dear father bending over me, tears in his
eyes. . .
“My darſing child,” he said, “fear not. You are safe in you•
father's arms, and those villains are in irons. They richly de
serve transportation for life, and if I have to spend half my
fortune, they shall taste penal servitude.” . .” . . .
. I need not recount the safe arrival at Arlington, and the im-
prisonment of Tom Adams and his lawless crew, who were
tried and condemned. -
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* Miss JULIA DEAN,
know not, but presume it was by the aid of that mighty leves
. . . . . “Doors of iron, and bribes of gold 1 . - *
. . . . . . . Thus it ever is, I'm told.
Men of will, and men of none,
‘. . . . Thus it is from sun to sun,”
* . At Sea on Board the Ill-fated "City of Boston.”
On the 13th of December, 1869, we stepped on board the
ill-fated steamer “City of Boston,” at Liverpool, and at ten
o'clock we were steaming out of the harbor, the smoky English
city rapidly disappearing in the distance. Nothing of note
occurred on this voyage, and we arrived in New York shortly
before the holidays. The old homestead seemed deserted. My
sister came home a day or so after our arrival, and I was
shocked to learn that Tom Adams, had preceded us, and that
Emma had seen him and had promised to become his wife.
Nothing that we could say had the least effect upon her. In
vain I described the villany of the man. I beseeched her to
remember his attempt to assassinate Charley Wollar. The girl
was infatuated, and would listen to no reason. Father offered
a reward for the arrest of Adams, but it was of no avail, he
having fled to parts unknown upon learning that we were back
Alarmed at this state of affairs, father determined to quit
America forever. This, however, he had thought some of
doing before, as he could not bear to remain at the old home-
stead, where he missed so much the loving presence of his wife
–our mother.
. . . . . . . . . . . Again at Sea. . .
All arrangements were satisfactorily completed, the boys were
sent to eollege, and on January 25th, 1870, we took passage on
the “City of Boston.” This was her last and fatal trip, and the
fate of all on board, save alone myself, was a watery grave.
This was the trip which led to all of my strangest adventures,
and compared with which my former trials were childish troubles.
On the 28th of January we steamed out of Halifax, this
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strip of land ever trodden by her ill-fated passengers, with theº
exception of Julia Dean. w º
The day and night of the 28th were uneventful. In the
morning I walked the deck in company with a Mrs. Doerr, of
New York city. She was a beautiful lady, and during the few
days we had been together I had grown so fond of her that it
seemed as if I had known her for years. The lady's destina-
tion was Lyons, France, where she expected to meet her hus-
band and two sons, who had preceded her. Looking forward
to a happy meeting, after nearly a year's separation, she could
searcely conceal her joy at the great anticipated pleasure. -
“Every knot made by our good ship,” she said, “brings me
nearer to that loved ones.” * -
Poor, sweet, dear Mrs. Doerr, let us hope that you will meet
them in a better world, where they will be even nearer and
dearer to you than in this world of ours.
I had also greatly enjoyed the company of a Mr. James
Norris and wife, a newly married couple from Boston. The
gentleman was the life of the first cabin, his fund of anecdote
and brilliant talent in reparlee being almost inexhaustible: .
Also of the party, whom I must not forget, was a lady of say
thirty years of age, and with her a dear little child scarcely six
months old. They were going to London to meet papa, who
had never seen his baby and who, no doubt, anxiously awaited
their arrival. *
Oh, 'tis sad to think of the cruel separations born of that
steamer's fate. The sad aching hearts—the long looked-for.
never-coming ship—the agony of a beating heart's suspense—
the awful blow when came the certainty, the full realization,
that the people on the angry sea and the awaiting ones on shore
would meet on this earth no more. . . . . . .
These good people, together with my father, sister Emma and
myself, made up our little party, for, with the exception of Mr.
Norris, we were rather exclusive, and did not become familiar
with the other first-class passengers. . . . . . .
Sister Emma was madly in love. I use the term advisedly, .
for the girl was past reasoning with.
Father took a rather hopeful view of her case, however
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I succeeded in rolling over and bracing myself upon my knees. Then with all my remaining strength I plunged the knife up to the
handle into the amphibious animal's throat.
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- " . * * * * > . . . .” - *, * : *
“That child was born to love some m an. Witness her in
fatuation in the Charley Wollar basiness. Then this man-devil,
Tom Adams, must come along, and through some subtle power
he induences her to make a promise of marriage to the very
man who attempted to take the life of her first love. I'll have
her married when we reach England, just as soon as possible",
decency considered, of course. I can't understand women;
never could, but I think that's about the treatment her case
requires.” * *
The 29th of January was as uneventful as that of the 28th;
but the 30th was a day of troubles, and a night of horror. ..
I understood from one of the officers that we were ‘in lóngi.
tude something and latitude some other figure, but unfortu;
nately being unfamiliar with such terms, my mind did not fasteriº
itself to any idea as to their full meaning, and my memory is
rather defective regarding dates and figures. Such dates as I
have given in this book are from my diary, which I faithfully
º . - - . . ; ; ;
kept, from day to day. , , , - . . . . . . . .
The sea was very rough and running high all the morning.
Something connected with the ship's machinery was out of
* . *
order, and she was not ſuity-manageable. * - - -
Despite his endeavors tº conceal it from the passengers, I.
noticed an unmistakable look of uneasiness upon the captain's
face. At noon this expression reached anxiety, and the pas.
sengers—at least some of them—seemed to realize that some.’
thing was wrong. .
We were plunging about in a fearful manner by two o'clock,
s
that afternoon, and fear took possession of many a heart,
lºbugh some of the stouter, braver hearts reassured the
trembling timid people.
All passengers were ordered to leave the deck. My father
was the last to go. He had had a hurried conversation with
the captain before coming into the cabin, the tenor of which
was, I learned after considerable coaxing, that we were really.
in danger. The machinery was badly damaged, and the cap-
tain was out of his course. If the storm became worse, or even
remained as it was, he would be at the mercy of the wav
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42 . MISS JULIA DEAN.
The tossing of the steamer was dreadful, and no supper was
eaten by any of us when the meal was announced. In fact it
would have been impossible to have maintained a position at
the table. A few, unable to forget hunger even in the midst
of our great danger, hurriedly ate some biscuit, but there was
no semblance of a meal.
When surrounded by danger I have never felt fear; I have
utterly lacked a realization of my position at the time. This, I
take it, is what passes with some people for presence of mind.
It is only after the danger is passed that fear possesses me, for
then I realize what might have been, and the very thought
makes me sick at heart, and I am utterly powerless to move
hand or foot. - -
The hour of eight brought a great change. Suddenly the
ship's violent motion ceased, and the storm was over. At least
so we thought, but the captain, an:“old sea-dog,” was not to be
deceived. . *
. The danger had but just begun
Some one who had managed to reach the deck unperceived.
brought the intelligence that on deck all was in the oustle of
preparation to meet the worst. The boats were leing made
ready, water and victuals stowed away in them, rafts con-
structed, and all available lumber brought up. Lashings were
fastened to the rafts, and it was evident that the chief officer
looked forward to rough times ahead. IIe was overheard to .
remark to the second officer that that night would probebly be
the last of the “City of Boston.”
This information created great consternation among the
cabin passengers, who insisted upon remaining on deck. But
in less than an hour they were glad to return to the cabin's
s Again came utter darkness, high seas and fierce v inds,
fiercer now than before Rain fell now in torrents, and wful
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The vessel's timbers creaked, and we imagined we could ſeel
her parting amidships. I fancied that I heard her moan like
some great thing of life.
The machinery was now a total wreck, and we were at the
mercy of the cruel sea. The scene on deck at this time beg-
gars description, for with one demoniacal flash of lightning,
followed by an awful crash of thunder, our ship was oil fire,
and the dreadful alternative, -
Drown, or be Burned to Death *
faced us. Oh, the agony of that night ! The terrible scenes
enacted on that vessel chill my memory, my pen refuses to
float the ink, my arm is powerless as I attempt to describe them. . .
The ship was struck “abaft,” and the fire spread rapidly;
no thought of putting it out entered any one's mind. All
thought was for self and otir own in the minds of most of the
victims. But there were noble heroes that night, heroes whose
names will not be handed down in history, because, alas, there
is no one but poor me to tell of their brave deeds.
Our chief officer was a tower of strength, and his great will
power, commanding appearance, and known ability did much
to drag some order out of chaos. .
Then there was the second officer, and several of the crew
all self-sacrificing and deserving of a better fate. i.
And there was brave, good, handsome James Norris. Afte:
seeing to arrangements, looking to his wife's security, he next
sought for the lady with the baby. (I have forgotten her
name.) She clung to the little one and prayed that it, at least
should live to see its dear ºf:
arºfather. It was a mother's prayer,
and such a prayer as none but mothers can utter: “Oh, Godi
spare my child !” she moaned. “I care not for my life if only
my baby's life be spared " -
Poor Norris came afterward to Mrs. Doerr, my sister and
myself, and rendered valuable assistance to my father, who was
almost “beside himself.”
“Have hope,” said Norris, “everything is not lost. See, the
storm is abating, and as we shall have plenty of water to float
... * * * : .
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a Miss JULIA DEAN,
This he shouted to those around him, and it was repeated in
various ways by others. But no, he was mistaken It was
but the calm of a moment, for again the storm came with
renewed fury. The life-boats were cut away and lowered.
The first boat was soon filled with a living freight of women
and children, only to be washed away forever, for no boat could
live in that angry sea. -
The fire was behind us, and creeping towards us with its
tongue of flame, licking up with remorseless haste everything
between it and its intended victims. -
The other boats but shared the fate of the first, and their
occupants were swept out into the darkness, and away from us
for ever more. Many persons, seeing their fate, lashed them-
selves to planks, poles, boards, anything, and sprang into the
water. . -
I commenced to realize a part of my awful situation; the
danger was becoming too evident at last. Things were, in my
eyes, more or less confused by this time, and I have left but
the recollection of seeing the huge raft lifted over the ship's
sides, and lowered to the angry bosom of the waves, but still
held by the ropes. . .
I saw many people leap upon it, most of whom were swept
off before they could seize a lashing, whilst others were violently
jerked off by the dashing of the raft against the vessel's side.
Of the first party upon the raft, but three men succeeded in
holding on. These were the Captain, second officer and Mr.
Norris. They gesticulated wildly for us to jump. My last
recollection is the act of springing from the ship's side and fall.
ing heavily upon the raft, being grasped by a strong hand as I
fell. I learned afterwards that Mr. Norris had saved me, and
that the Captain had succeeded in cutting loose from the ship,
—all this occurring in much less time than it takes me to
tell it.
I awoke to find myself securely lashed to the raft. The
storm was terrible, and as our craft pitched high into the air, it
. &
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Norris had lashed himself on one side of me, and after shout-
ing so as to make myself heard, he shouted back an answer to
my questions, which were these :
“How many are there on the raſt 7”
“Six, besides yourself.”
“Who are they?” 3. 3->
“My wife, the lady with the baby, Captain, second officer and
myself.” - . .
It was so dark that we could not distinguish even the outlines
of each other's form. -
A prayer for my poor father and sister, a prayer lacking
spirit to frame or hope to sustain. .
Presently I asked if any provisions and water had been lashed
to the raft, and received the joyful intelligence that both had
been provided. Was not this something to be grateful for, even
though our position, storm-tossed and miles away from land,
was most precarious 7 Miles away from land Aye, hundreds
of miles, the Captain informed us, and surely hope, in our case,
had but little to feed upon. The first officer had lost his bear.
ings, for the steamer, all crippled as she was, had been driven
far out of her course, and the Captain could but make a guess
as to where we were when the fire broke out.
Anxiously enough passed that terrible night. &
During all the following day the storm abated not, and no
ray of sunshine came to cheer our misgiving hearts.
But during the second night on the raft there was a lull in
the wind, the rain ceased, and anon the seas ran calmer. The
clouds cleared away, and at last our little crew hailed with de-
light the moon's advent, for she came and smiled upon us from
§ afar; smiled at our misery, it seemed to me, as I lay there
lashed to those boards, the only thing between me and the dark
rushing waters—between us and eternity.
The morning was ushered in in a flood of sunlight. -
Iong before noon the sun became warm, and by noon abeo.
lutely hot. . . . . .
This was strange for the month of February, and no one
could account for it. . . . .
We were burning with thirst. Water, water all around us
is Miss JULIA DEAN,
but none to drink, for our supply had run out, owing to care.
lessness in fastening the kegs. &
Oh, it was dreadful to look upon the miles of water every-
where in sight, and to know that we could not drink it.
The sun was unbearable, and our suffering grew momentarily
greater, with no hope of relief until night-fall.
The hours, seemingly freighted with never-ending minutes,
passed, oh! so slowly. We were all exhausted. - .
The poor lady and her babe suffered the most, but I am
happy to state that human nature, be it ever so selfish, found in
her companions thoughts and kind, sympathizing words for her
situation. -
Mr. Norris and the Captain spoke cheerfully, and endeavored
to encourage us all. X-
I was half-delirious from the intense heat. My thoughts
were running on my father and sister, who were lost to me for-
ever; for nô reasonable hope could there be that there were
other survivors of that terrible fire and storm.
Then I felt that my situation was indeed a pitiable one,—an
orphan now, and one who, perhaps, would never live to see her
sole surviving relatives—my brothers and aunt Charlotte.
Night came at last, but the heat was still oppressive. The
sea was calm, and, save the sound of the waters, all was silence.
My companions spoke not. There was a languor and debility
about me that indicated an approaching fever. An appalling
darkness surrounded us, and even the brave men had ceased to
offer encouragement. -
As the night wore on a strong breeze sprang up, and large
drops of rain fell, which we eagerly took occasion to secure,
some holding their hats, and others anything available. It was,
indeed, a God-send, and lent us new energy--inspired us with
new hope for the future. IIow sweet that rain-water tasted!
You who have never thirsted without the means at hand to
quench that thirst can never realize how thankſul we were.
Surely no wine ever tasted to mortal as that water did to us.
It cooled the parched tongue, it relieved the burning fever
within us, and we thanked the providence that sent it to us.
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This, the reader may well judge, we greatly feared, for our
cxperiences in that line were not of a pleasing nature. * :
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The storm increased
in fury rapidly, and the hearts of the little crew on the raft
sank with deep forebodings of an evil hour to come.
And come it did I have no words adequate to describe it.
If we had experienced a dreadful storm before, this one defies
anguage in its description. -
Presently a rumbling, unlike that of thunder, and completely
drowning its insignificant sound, in comparison, stunned our
hearing. Each second brought it nearer, and each moment
our raft was lifted higher on the crest of some mighty wave
and dashed, dashed down, down, with a force that took our
breath, blinded our eyes, and momentarily left us deaf, even
to the awful sounds which seemed to split an earth, rent the
heavens, and divide the great waters of the deep. . .
At last came a dreadful crash, which as if born of hell forced
itself up from the depths below to find an outlet in the broad
expanse above and around. .
I recollect a thousand thoughts and fancies were crowded
into the smallest section of a moment—of an indescribable .
instant. My past life flashed before me, in a magic mirror of
memory, vividly presented in an electric space of time.
My recollection extends no further than a realization that
the raft was being torn to pieces in the fury of the conflicting
elements, and that I was going down, down, down to the
bottom of the angry ocean. . . . . -
I awoke to find myself still securely lashed to the part of the
raft on which I had lain when the storm commenced. All was
dark, and the sea, although still running high, was **t
gerously high.
How long I had remained unconscious I know not.
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My first thought was, have my late companions in misfor
t
it must have been.
tune survived that dreadful sub-marine earthquake?—for such
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alone on the great waters? Sickening thought; it made my
head dizzy. . . . . . . . . .
What would I not have given, that never-to-be-forgotten
night, to have known that my friends were safe, perhaps very
near me ! § . . .
Tossed about now here, now there, the plank upon which I
was so securely lashed struck against something and rebounded
with great force. . . . "
“Joy! joy! 'tis the cther part of our raft,” I cried, and I
called out with all my might, only to realize that the sound of
my voice was drowned. Never mind, I thought, we will see
each other at the dawn of day.
again was my good ship “plank” thrown violently against
what I conjectured was a part, at least, of our raft. I even
foolishly reached forth a hand as if to grasp it that we might
be once more together. ºr ºf .
Again, and again, my good friend the plank and myself were
treated to this violent “bumping” sensation, but not always.
with safety to me, as it proved, for my head struck against
something sharp, and it rendered me completely unconscious.
# * * "… * # #: . . * º •' . -
A burning sun beat upon my face. I recovered my con.
sciousness and found myself . . . . . . . . .
. . . .
Yes, there was no mistaking it; I was on land. It was to the right of ms.
to the left of me, and behind ine, whilst in front of me, some few yards.
off, the waters of the ocean washed the rocky shore. My recollection waſ
blunted—stunned; and for a long time—I know not how long—I lay as one
in a state between a doze and dream-land. Where were my companions of
. :hº past? What mysterious Providence willed it that I alone should
: Aroused anxiety set my thoughts new at work, and there came a waking,
painful reality of my pºisºmeºnj
other dangers yet to be met. , Tº
...I endeavored to stand upon my feet, but every effort to do so was a failure.
This was an unexpected trouble, for I felt otherwise strong, and did not fºr
a moment imagine that my feet and fimbs would fail me. %. so it was, and
there I lay, fºrced to acknowledge that I could not walk, and if I woºd
farther go I should be obliged to crawl. I now commenced to wonder on
some of the inhabitants of this tºmeºnknown land, will they understan
my language? I thought, or can I succe
wants, and how I came among them, by simple pantomime! Thesoth
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and many others ran through my mind, as I lay there waiting for some one
to coine and assist me. But no one came, and as hour after hour passed, bitter
disappointment took possession of me, and I determined to make efforts to
reach some habitation by crawling, as walking was out of the question. So
slowly I crawled on hands and knees up from the sea, until I reached a level
spot of some twenty acres, which seemed to be a miniature valley dropped
from heaven, for on each side were hills that looked, when compared with my
little valley, like mountains, and just ahead of me I saw miniature trees,
all in keeping with the little valley, save here and there in the distance an
odd tree or two much larger than the others reared their toplofty heads, and
seeined giant Gullivers lost among a nation of the smallest, most graceful and
perfectly formed little trees that you can imagine. Some of these little trees
were of the palm variety, or at least resembled that plant, whilst their tall
neighbors looked, somewhat like willows, though by no means exactly like
those trees—merely reminded one of that variety. As I found afterwards the
large trees were younger than the smaller ones, their bark and wood very
soft, and had grown to the height I then beheld them in two rainy seasons,
of which more anon. -
I looked upon every side for some sign of civilization, but nowhere did my
eye meet anything that showed the hand of man. Why is there no road here,
leading from yonder forest? I asked myself. Perhaps I had landed on a side
of the country shut off from all travel by mountains. Thousands of tiny
stones were everywhere, and no two either seemed formed alike, or were of
the same color, for not one was white. One small stone which I picked up
pm that day, and have still in my possession, was as near a counterpart to our
red, white and blue as you would wish to see. And I may here remark that
I have also now in my trunk at home several specimens of these stones, also
‘some curiously shaped pearls, and one piece of stone, which under the gas-
light outshines the diamond. I have allowed Prof. Stevens, of Philadelphia,
to break and closely examine, in company with other scientific men, a num-
her of my specimens, and they declare that they have nowhere met with or
heard of such stone, as in one little specimen was found parts of gold, silver,
lead, coal, pearl and unknown minerals. But if I continue to go on this way,
' shall lose the thread of my narrative. Yº.
Well I crawled- and crawled, resting now and then only to renew with
more determination my efforts to meet a fellow-being of some kind. I cared
,int who, male or female, black or white, friendly or unfriendly, as I was by *
his time sick, sore and desperate, and any relief, even that of death, was pre-
ièrable to this terrible uncertainty. On, on I crawled, slowly, painfully slow,
and no sight of man, woman or hut greeted my eager eyes and longing heart.
'Oh, it was dreadful! A burning fever came on, and seemed to give me
ºrenewed strength, for with one desperate effort I stood upon my feet and stag-
gered forward, then regained control of my limbs, and with joyous thoughts
i fairly quickened my pace to a respectable trot. All this time, as may be well
surmised, 'I had made but little progress, for I had not yet reached the edge
or my miniature forest. Presently I came to "...Tº , and with glad
neart and fast beating pulse I stooped down and drank—drank, oh, how I
did thrink, the pure cold water that came bubbling up, as if singing praises tº
the Supreme Being who had given it a mission on earth which it so joyfully
fulfilled. Then and there I sat me down, and the perspiration came from
every pore in my body, and in a short time I was as wet as when thrown
pon that saving shore from off my broken raft. Night was now coming or
ast, and then thoughts of wild beasts arose in my mind. Oh, horror Wa.
! only saved from the fury of a storm-tossed sea to be devoured by wild º'
antmals’ Alburning thirst was sºn me, and again I stooped to drink at the
oeautiful spring, when a sharp voice rang out: . .
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opposite direction from the spot on which I sat. He ran
nearly every bush or tree in the path ahead of him—Can he be blind? No,
he could not be blind, for had I not seen his piercing eyes bent full upon me?
fainted, but the faint this time was a relief to exhausted nature, and,
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“Don’t drink that!” * * * * * * * * * * * * . . - . . . . . . .
And at the same time two piercing eyes were bent upon me, from out a
elump of bushes just opposite. A cold chill passed over my body from head
to foot, and respiration failed me. I tried to scream but could utter no
sound. I tried to arise but fell prone upon my back, and fainted dead away.
I awoke to behold the same eyes, and their owner was coming slowly to-
ward me. To my great trepidation I beheld a cross between a pauther and
a leopard; an animal though which resembled neither, for his feet were flat,
webbed, and finny, *::: as I, then was the thought flashed across my
tuind, the auimal is amphibious—he is equally as much at home in the water
as on land. y -
Between this dreadful brute and myself were two small trees, and as he
came toward me he ran his nose plump against one of them, and turning ran
his shoulder hard against the other. #. he sat down and blinked. Now
under any other circumstances this would have been amusing, but in my sit-
uation it was far from it, for I knew not at what moment the creature might
spring upon me and tear me limb from limb. I was º fastened to
the earth as it were and could not move, strive as best I might. Just at that
Juoment the same voice sang out:
“Don’t drink that l” º -
Paralyzed with fear I could feel my hair stand on end, my eyeballs seemed
to glisten, my tongue was parched, and horror unstrung my every nerve-
for that voice was of the strangely supernatural, and its owner was nowhere
to be seen. - - - - ---
My first relief from this awful feeling and terrible situation was to behold
the curious animal which had so frightened me slowly º: steps in an
is nose against
I commenced to breathe more freely, when that same strange unearthly
voice, “Don’t drink that!” rang out upon the evening air, and at that mo-
ment a bird of odd feather lit upon the bough of a tree and repeatedly trilled
forth what my highly worked upon mind had formed into a sentence certainly
sounding much like the words, “Don’t drink that.” -
Weak from the trying ordeal through which I had just passed I fº
turned to consciousness with a better feeling of security, a calmer feelińg
strangely in contrast with the rude awakening from my other fainting fit. .
It was a lovely evening and by this time I felt too much used up to seek, and
had no hope of finding, that night, any human habitation; so I looked around
me for some place of shelter, some place to crawl into until morning. To
my great joy I found, a few steps further on, a large open space extendit
some six feet back, and overhung by rocks. Presently to the mouth of this
I drew up all the brush and timberlying around, and piled it well up in front
of my little cave, where I passed the night, sleeping soundly for the first time
..a a long while. Strange as it may appear I felt no hunger; though I ha
.**
eaten nothing but two or three ship biscuit for forty-eight hours., , , , (
Bright and early I awoke on the following morning, and breaking through
my simple barricade of brush I sallied forth in quest of that which for years
I was doomed never to meet. ..., ‘. . . . . . . . . . .
All unconscious that I was on an Is - --
went forth with hopeful heart, saying to myself now I have a whole day to
tº ºr human sing, and mºlyi hair and one between a main
Then the thought struck me that I had better go down to the piece of raft
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'82 Miss JULIA DEAN,
which had so gallantly floated me to terra firma, and see what there was left
on it. . . . . . 4. * * * >
The reader must bear in mind that this was no inconsiderable part of the
original raft which bore me to the shores of the island.
On it I found a large knife which had been not only tied by the handle to
a log, but was also firmly stuck into the wood by one of my late unfortunate
companions. This part of the raft, had also securely fastened to it a keg for
water, and somehow two oars had become firmly wedged in between logs.
The broken raft was thrown well up upon the shore, and with little difficulty
I managed to cut the ropes, which I secured, and with knife and keg I re.
traced my steps to the little cave. * * -
Leaving these things there, I started in the direction of the forest, which,
once reached, proved to be a perfect garden spot of beautiful flowers, and of .
delicate and gracefully formed trees, the most of which were certainly not
taller than twenty-five feet. The larger trees, which I have before spoken of,
were perhaps three times that height. The wood of the smaller ones was
about as hard as pine, whilst that of the tall ones was like cork. The leaves
of all were oddly shaped, and of two colors, a very dark green, and a very
light blue. The green at one season (the rainy season) would turn to a beautiful
#". whilst the light blue at the same time would be transformed to a beau-
tiful dark green—a shade that I have never since seen equalled in nature or
in artifice. A strange thing about these trees, which I must not fail to tell
§. was this: The small ones were never without leaves, for as their pretty
blue leaves fell, the dark exquisite shade of green leaf came out, while with our
giant among pigmies the case was entirely different, as during two months of the
year this variety was entirely without leaves or limbs, for within five days
after the rainy season set in not a branch was to be seen, and the tall tree,
bereft of all that makes a tree a tree, even in winter, stood straight up, per-
fectly bare, like some very long liberty poles, minus a flag. And speaking
about the rainy season, I can perhaps find no better place to dwell upon it
in full than right here. Now the rainy season, as you no doubt surmise, came
once every year. Yes, it did come once, and often three times a year; but it
did not come, as you might suppose, with any degree of regularity. Qut at
sea it might be raining “pitchforks,” and yet not a 'drop would fall on this
island. Again, on the other hand, during the island's rainy season, lasting
from twenty-seven to sixty-five days, there would sometimes not be an aver-
age of one rain-storm a week fifteen feet from the island seawards / . . . .
To return to my narrative. I wended my way through this forest, that
would have rejoiced the poet's mind, and given him new themes to poetise
upon. On every side the spiritual was suggested, but at length the material
woman was in the ascendant—I was hungryl On every side of me grew
berries of voluptuous red color; but dare I eat them? was the question upper-
most in my mind. Some of the trees bore nuts, which were ripe in the month
of February, but their egg-like shape and peculiar color made me hesitate to
eat of them. So, although the gnawing at my stomach momentarily
"increased, I refrained from touching what might, for all I know, be forbid-
den fruit. I continued my walk in search of some habitation or being
hitman, and must have wended my way through this miniature forest about .
three miles, when to my great astonishment I came in full view again of the
open seal This must be the cape end of the country, I reasoned, so I re-
traced my steps, and when I had reached what I took to be the centre of the
woods, Iturned to my left, and after walking for about an hour, came again
upon an ocean view. Then f struck out in the direction of the right, and
probably walked the same distance when my reward was the same—the long
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Then and then only it flashed upon me, “I am on an island, and it is unin-
habited!” “Great heaveus!” I cried, “I am now indeed in a terrible situation.”
Alone on an island, among wild beasts, no human voice, no one to extend a
helping hand, and on a strip of land far out of the course of vessels plying
between Europe and America, my case was indeed almost hopeless. Overcome
with these thoughts, and a full realization of my desperate situation, I sank
down and wept. With great effort I at last succeeded in regaining a degree
of composure, and set my thoughts to work as to what was my best course to
pursue under these trying circumstances. Providence in time might send
some sailing vessel within signalling distance of my little island, I said, and
new hope took possession of me. The story of Robinson Crusoe came to my
mind, and every detail of his wonderful narrative, which I had read when a
very young girl, returned to me now with renewed interest. Theu I took
from my pocket a diary which I had commenced on the “City of Boston,” and
minutely filled up the dates with the doings and adventures of those troublous
days preceding and following the loss of our steamer. “So, so,” I said, “I
am to be - r
"A Veritable Female Crusoe,
am I?” Well, heaven send that my days on this island be briefly num-
bered. Alas, little did I think that it was to be my fate to pass there nine
years of my life, nearly eight of which was one dreary dead blank.
I made up my mind to action with a view to making the best of my en-
forced solitude, and struck out for my cave. Arrived there, my next thought
was to put it in some kind of shape, and so I returned to the raft, and with
great difficulty succeeded in drawing up plank after plank, but before putting
myself to this work, I had in sheer desperation, born of a hunger that would
not down, eaten freely of the berries and nuts. They were delicious, and
gave me a feeling of returning strength. With my planks and logs I made
the entrance to the cave secure. I made another trip to the spring, and drank
freely of its life-giving waters, and night coming on, I again slept the sleep
of a hermit 'neath the sheltering rocks on “Petite Dean’ Island, as I resolved
to name it. The next morning I concluded to repair to the forest, and en-
deavor to cut down or cut through with my knife one of the larger trees
which I have before spoken of, and I believe that I mentioned that the wood
of these trees was soft and of a corky nature. My object was te secure a
pole, on which to fly a flag of distress, in hopes that the crew of some passin,
vessel would notice it, and come to my rescue. Any one who has cut a .#
knows how tedious the operation is, unless the knife be very sharp. The trees
were about forty feet in circumference, and it was several hours before I was
rewarded for my labor by seeing one topple over and fall, making scarcely
any noise, save where its branches swept through those of its neighbors.
After a rest and another meal of berries and nuts (which seemed to agree with
me), I proceeded to cut off the branches. By the time I had accomplished this
task, it was well on towards sundown. I repaired to the other side of the
island in search of the highest point of land, which I found to be about fifty.
feet in height. And that point of land lives in my memory to this day. T
shall never forget the hours of agony when expecting every moment to be my
last, I earnestly offered up prayer after prayer to God, and asked that high
heaven might receive me, washed of all my sins. .
While I stood gazing upwards, and wondering how I might make the
ascent, I felt a cold nose against my leg, and with a start I turned and be
held the strange amphibious animal which I had first seen at the spring. I
had scarcely time to think when I felt the horrible beast climbing upon me,
*is flat paws on each side of my neck, and his hot breath full upon my face;
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and our eyes eye to eye. Almost instantly he bit my ear through and
through, and with a loud scream of mingled fear and pain, I fell to the
ound, the animal on top, and his teeth firmly fastened in my flesh. Luckil
for me, I retained my presence of mind and my knife. With all the strength
I could summon I plunged the knife into his body, and then as he loosened
his hold and howled, I with great exertion managed to throw him off. But
instantly the animal sprang at me, before I could arise to my feet, and not.
withstanding I again succeeded in plunging the knife into him, he clutched
time with his cold, clammy paws, and with sinking heart, but retained strength
'I drove the knife into his side. Then as he showed signs of weakening, f
managed to get full upon my knees, and as I grasped him firmly, I buried
the knife up to the handle in his throat, and the victory was mine.
When I knew the battle was over, and the victory won, I fainted, as much
from fear as from loss of blood, for the brute had made teeth marks and
drawn the blood from several parts of my neck, hands, and face.
When I returned to consciousness it was quite dark, and I made straight
for the cave, where I arrived in a weak condition. I had stopped however
on the way thither and bathed my wounds in the spring. l
. This spring deserves mention, by the way, as being no small curiosity
among the many curious things. on the island. Its waters tasted different
each time I drank of them, and afterwards during the rainy season they
had a mineral flavor. • , … . . . . . .
...That night I was very feverish and my sleep was much broken. On the
morning following I strolled upon the {j for a while, and saw a great
Mumber of fish, which came close in to the rhore. I was sure that a break-
fast of those fish would be well relished by me. But how to catch them?
And when caughi how was I to cook them? After a while it occurred to me
that I might make use of my keg in catching them. So I returned to the
cave, procured the keg and iº a good sized hole in the head. I put in
a number of stones sufficiently heavy to sink it in the water, and then I set it
on the beach several feet below high water mark, and secured it with some
of the rope, which in turn I tied to a tree close to the shore—I had a biscuit
in my pocket which was too hard to eat, and I took this, and forced stones into
it, and placed it on the bottom of the keg. Now this was certainly a crude
fishing apparatus, but it was the best at my command, ai.d I could but try it at
all events. I had little hope of my success. The tide came in, and I left my
keg to do the fishing whilst I busied myself in a search for flint to strike a
fire with. The search was fruitless, but whilst I was thoroughly discouraged,
and sat on the ground idly knocking two stones together I noticed a spark,
and, to my great joy found that by striking any two of the stones around me
one upon the other they emitted ºr. and one great difficulty was removed.
But I hadn't any fish to fry, had I ever so fine a fire. •. -
However I determined to make an effort towards making one, and at once
set about it, by gathering brush and wood. ... I was soon rewarded by seeing a
fine fire under headway, and the sight of it filled me with rejoicing as it seemed
a companion, a thing of life to me, and in its flame I gazed long and steadily,
seeing therein or imagining that I saw therein scenes of my past life, and
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conjured up scenes of my life to come. The idea then struck me to make a
fire on the high point, I have before mentioned, every night, thus leavin
nothing unturned to attract the attention of any chance ... to my island.
Then ſ ren ired the tree: I had felled, and at once set about getting
1 days to do this, although the tree was by no
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THE FEMALE CRUSOE. He
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fair depth, and by planting my cork tree, and propping it up on all sider
with stones I had the pleasure of seeing iny signal of distress (a shawl) *
to the breeze. When the tide went i. I º to my keg, and, oh!
joy unspeakable, there were two fine fish in it... The reader will please imag-
ine that he is taking that meal with me! If you can I'll wager that you
néver tasted food so sweet, enjºyed it as much or was so thankful to the great
Giver of all things. . . . . . . . . . .
But my bait was nearly all nibbled away! What was I to do for more? .
After thinking over this matter a great deal I thought that perhaps the bark
of some of the trees, or the nuts—which had a very strong aroma—might at-
tract the fish. It was worth the trial, and so next day I put it to the test and
found that the nuts were a success in my line of fishing. It was some work
to obtain these nuts, however, for they never fell to the ground until they were
rotten, and one could not shake them off the limbs. Being a country girl
and having often climbed trees, I was not long in trying that experiment, but
it was no go. I was obliged to throw with all my might, stoue after stone,
until I had succeeded in knocking one off. . . . . .
Afterwards I made me a pole of one of the smaller cork trees, and had less
difficulty in obtaining my full supply, from time to time. The berries still
served as a part of my meals, and * found them very wholesome, although
after partaking of them a drowsiness invaribly overcame me. Now that I
had no fear of starvation, for the present at least, and shelter was amply
afforded me in my little cave ºl. I named the “Hotel Julia") my
thoughts ran upon my lonely life, and fits of melancholy took entire pos.
session of me. With great effort I would succeed in throwing off this feeling.
and so perverse is human nature that, after these spells, a sense of joy and
great hope would seize me, and all things were º in the bright expanse
of my mind's unspoken vocabulary.
Well, days lengthened to ever-coming dismal shadows, weeks into months,
and so rolled on my life—monotonous at most times, but now and theſi
enlivened by adventures of a stirring nature. Night after night, save in this
rainy season, I never failed to build my fire upon the point, and my pole stiff’.
stood there, seeming to point upwards in very mockery that seemed to say.
“your only hope is in heaven.” *
The supply of fish never failed me, as I had long since devised many a lit-
tle device for catching the finny tribe. r - .
One day I plucked a flower of exceeding beauty that was hidden beneath
those of other varieties. I had never seen one like it before, and was sorry
that I had torn it from its parent stem. So as I passed the spring on my
way to the cave I filled a shell with water and floated my little flower
therein. That night I was very thirsty, and the spring being quite a dis-
tance (darkness moreover reigning quite supreme without), I bethought
me of the spring water in the shell and drank it. A strange feeling almost
instantly seized ine, and I felt sure that the flower had poisoned me. This
strange feeling was soon followed by one of exceeding dreaminess, such as I
1ſnagine an opium-eater or smoker experiences, and although I am quite sury
that my eyes never closed during the "night, that I dreamed no natural
dreams, yet the inorning came and it seemed but a few minutes since I had
àrank the water. .# full possession of my senses I found that nº
exhausting effects were the after consequences of my innocent libation. . . . .
A thorough search afterwards . art. -
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growing.low down and directly under some other flower, and never found
where i. sunlight could shine upon them. I used my discovery afterwards
in relieving severe rheumatic pains which I contract }. and once, may God
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contemplated suicide, I made myself a poison (a stronger decoction than ever
before) and drank it to the dregs. But it did not kill me. Severe shooting,
pains in my head, for a whole day, was the lesson taught me.
I amused myself day in and day out shaping all sorts of little things to
adorn my cave, and planted, and fenced in, a garden in front of it. The
birds were very tame, and eventually the spécies of animal which had so
nearly caused my death became comparatively tame. These were the only
animals, save a peculiar kind of half rat, half rabbit, that I ever saw on the
island. . They could only see during the rainy season, at all other times being
totally blind. -
You see, unlike “Robinson Crusoe,” I had no animals to amuse me, and no
man Friday to instruct, though it is doubtful whether I should not have pre-
ferred a “woman” Friday if any. -
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The reader will perceive that I am not romancing, else why should I not
introduce all sorts of animals, put them through Barnum tricks, and endow
them with wonderful instinct 7 If I were writing a romance it would be so
easy to have Indians land on “Petite Dean,” and capture me. And then—
but I am writing simply the truth, and state unvarnished facts just as they
occurred. -
It was early in 1876 (I did not visit the Centennial that year) after I had
remained nearly six years on the island, that during one night I felt a
strange shock, and heard many rumbling sounds. The ground shook, and
rolled beneath me. A terrible stºria was on the sea, and for the first time
since I had been on it, my little isſand actually rocked like some heavy ves.
sel withstanding the angry waters better than the smaller craft. At first I
was under the impression that I had a fever and that this was but a delirium,
but the storm increased in fury, the artillery of heaven pealed forth cannon-
ade upon cannonade, and the earth beneath me seemed about to be rent
asunder by an awful earthquake. To my great anxiety I felt, for the first
time, water running in my cave. Alarmed and horror-stricken, I rushed
forth only to find, what I had at first surmised, that the waters of the ocean.
were washing the stones before my cave's entrance. . . . -
A peal of thunder, a mighty wind, and the water came up nearer, nearer;
gaining foot upon foot, and if I would save myself. I must fly. But where,
- *
merciful heavens, where was I to fly to ? Oh, God, save me! God forgive
me! Here was the death that I had once sought, right at my very door, and
yet I would now fly from it. “The Point! . The Point!” I cried, “it is my
ouly safety, if safety there be upon this little strip of land, helpless on the
bosom of the mighty deep.” With bated breath, and limbs as heavy as
lead, Iran, staggered, fell forward, and after nearly an hour of agony, such
as I hope never to experience again, I reached the bottom of the ascent.
The climbing to the top was attended with great danger, for hurricane winds
tow and then swept all around me, as cowering in fear I clutched rock after
rock.
Heaven be praised I reached the apex, and found to my ecstatic joy that
my pole was still in place, and with one great cry of thankfulness to my Creator,
I threw my arms around it, and sobbed forth prayer after prayer to my Maker,
and to the Providence that had spared my life that erstwhile I would have
thrown away. Great waves rushed upon and all around me, and now and then
the awful waters of an angry sea reared their white capped heads high, moun-
tain high above me, until it seemed that every moment would be the very last.
Oh, it was terrible, terrible beyond all description. At length to .#.
I tod.
dismay I felt the pole loosening, and realized that if it were swept away I
must go with it, so with great effort, and with all my might, I clutched rock
and vegetation right and left of me as I lay prostrate upon the stony point.


Miss JULIA DEAN,
* The storm subsided almost as quickly as it had come up, and with joyful
eyes I beheld the waves washing lower and lower, and the water fast reced.
ing from the island. . .
zº When I felt it safe to do so, I descended from my perilous position, and
found that a great opening had been made through earth and rock, and it
must have been over an hour before I reached the spring, the waters of which,
I found to my great surprise, were of a bluish tinge, and hot—a boiling
spring in fact. Here was added misfortune to my already heavy stock on
hand. What was I to do for water to drink now * I quickly made my way
tº the cave, and obtaining my keg I filled it with rain water, still left from
the storm in many a little hole to be found on all parts of this eccentric strip
of land. But when that small supply failed, what next? “I am in the hands
of Providence,” I cried; “God’s will be done!”. That night my sleep was
not one of peace and rest, for it was continually broken by horrible dreams,
wherein I saw myself helplessly tossed from wave to wave, with islands all
around me, but ever just beyond my reach. I awoke in the morning to find
myself stiff with excruciating rheumatic pains, and lay suffering all that day
and succeeding night. The following day I was very weak and feverish, and
just managed to crawl out in the sunshine, where I lay for hours. My
enforced sun-bath did me worlds of good, striking into all parts of my body
with a wondrously beneficial effect. The sun beat upon and burned into
my º which the reader must surmise was nearly naked, as my clothes
consisted of only just such rudely shaped apparel as I could put together
with the aid of leaves and island grass. A costume that now answered my
every purpose, however, and one that might be pronounced highly pictur-
esque, but certainly not one in which I should desire to appear in society.
Gaining new vigor, my now hardy coustitution reasserted itself, and | WAS,
soon plodding over my territorial possessions in my wonted way. I was
indeed monarch of all I surveyed A return to the spring made my heart
glad, fºr-heaven be praised Hthe water was pure and cold again. -
During the years that I had spent upon the island recollections of having
read accounts of volcanic islands came to me. I remembered that just two
hundred and twelve years before that year (1876) the Dutchman, Van
Vlaming, cruising about the Indian Ocean in lat. 37° 52" south, long. 77°
36" east, came upon a small volcanic island, four miles in length from north
to south, and about two miles broad from east to west. From the spongy and
: porous higher parts of the island scoriac rivers flowed eastward to the sea,
- ...} large natural basin or harbor, some thousand feet in width, with an
ºpening from the ocean two hundred feet wide. Steep hills encompassed the
harbor, running down beneath the surface of the safe water to a central depth
of one hundrei and seventy-four feet, and only through the comparatively
narrow gate could ships enter, for all about the gloomy island the coast was
inaccessible with boulders of treacherous pumice and dangerous streams of
lava. Clºse to the entrance of this natural port stood sentinel a rocky pyra-
mid filled with veins of obsidian, or volcanic glass, taller than the London
Monument. This remnant of the Titanic age erects itself midway between
*.
place of refuge on several occasions for shipwrecked sailors.
alia, and is now called Crozet Island. It fias been a
If I had previously had any doubts that my little strip was a volcanie
. terrific storm through which I had but a few days before
oubts from my mind, and I stood as one thoroughly
rthquake, the change in the water of the spring, every.
sland, the recent
ºngº fºund that all vegetation put on different hues.
rowth was perceptibly different. The huts, that formed part
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THE FEMALE CRUsos.S. --- 50
ºf my almost daily food, had a different taste, and the same might be said of
the berries.
For nearly a month after the great storm no fish came near the island. But
I had made, over a year before, an artificial miniature lake, the bottom and
sides of which were laid with stones, between which was firmly wedged
grasses and palm leaves. In this lake I had placed a number of fish, partly
fºr amusement, and partly with a view of using them should necessity arise,
The earthquake crack or º which I have before mentioned, came within
an ace of opening the pond, and, although it had the effect of turning the
water to a bluish color, happily the fish survived, and swam right lively
after the paralytic stroke left them, which was not until several days had
passed, during which time they never moved save as the winds stirred the
water. The strangest part of it all was that the little lake was not washed com-
pletely out. I could never account for it, for not fifty feet from the pond were
holes filled with ordinary rain water, which retained its natural color and taste.
I had long since given up all hope of ever being rescued from the island,
but still faithfully kept up a record of all days and dates. - f
It was my daily practice to talk aloud, to recite some piece of poetry or
prose, for I had a “holy horror” of losing my voice, or forgetting how to
form sentences. You can have no idea how strangely my voice sounded to
me. A word spoken aloud now and then would actually startle me. Why
did I so dread the loss of my voice? Why fear that I would forget how to
form sentences? Had I not long since given up all hope of ever beholdin
a human being with whom I could converse? Ah, there was a little já
spring of hope within me that would not down. It was a part of me aud
yet not of me: a small something independent of myself. Do you remem-
ber Charley Vollar? Can you recollect the personages of my little life-
drama before the cruel sea tossed me far away from all mankind, aloue on
this dreadful island? or have you forgotten them, dear leader, in following
this portion of my narrative? I never forgot them. I saw all their faces,
and went over every scene a thousand times. That night of sadness and sor-
row when my darling little sister in jealous frenzy wºuld have killed me !
The double murder at the Brad Adams Mansion 1 The duel and death of
Adams. The flight of young Charley Wollar. My abduction, and the excit.
ing yacht rescue at sea! All of these, interspersed with the sad faces of
my father and poor companions on the ill-fated steamer, arose as shades of a
lingering self, that were ever with me in my dreams, and in my waking
In OmelltS. +
And Charley, my lover, what had become of him? “Noble fºllow,” I
thought, “how I could love you now. Foolish girl to have turned away the
honest manly love of Charles Vollar! But years have passed,” I reasoned,
“and he has no doubt long since found a fitter companion in scne loving
girl, who has made him a better wife than could poor me.” . . .
Pshaw! why think of these things? Whether he were married or not, .
could never meet again. It could never be, for I was doomed to live and -
die on “Petite Dean.” Some day, or night, the island would doubtless dis-
appear as it had come, and with it the “Female Robinson Crusoe.” and only
survivor of the “City of Boston,” thus leaving not one to tell the sad tale.
Such were my thoughts, and to such a fate I was uow.fully resigned. The
months º, passed and lengthened into years. more Years's
(making eight in all that I had so far spent alone up
brings my narrative up to 1878. .
If my readers have been surprised, ſº. somewhat in
narration of what has gone before, let them now be ºr
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•
MISS JULIA DEAN,
. After reading further the facts I am about to relate, who could doubt the special Provi
dence that watched over me? *
It was late in September, when the island had passed through its rainy season, and was
tºrtering its first summer month. At night the sky was all ablaze with electric heat, and a
thousand sparks, like so many fire-bugs, lit up the rocks on every side.
I had lain me down just within my little cave when I heard what seemed the distant rum-
bling of thunder. It grew nearer and nearer, and starting to my feet I was about to rush
forth, when the ground opened beneath me, and I sank down, down, powerless to save myself
from what I fully believed was my inevitable fate—buried ulive. How long I lay uncoil-
scious I know not, but when I recovered my senses I found myself at the bottom of a large
opening, and far above me twinkled the stars of heaven. There was a strong smell of sul-
phur, reminding me forcibly of the igniting of the common match.
... I knew not whether to be thankful that I was still alive or not, for truly my situation
no peared helpless. How was I to extricate myself? Was this not a terrible death to die?
Jown guere with no one to help me out—no hope—no possible chance that any one would
ever coºle to my rescue 2 Cold chills ran over me, the perspiration in great beads stood out
upon my forehead, and a palsy seized me. Then I ſainted. Several times during that awful
night I returned to consciousness only to faint again and again, as a full realization of this
new peril came to me. . It was so entirely different from the other dangers through which I
had passed, and seemed so utterly hopeless of any extrication.
The daylight appeared, and with it came a full view of my situation, which showed me at
3.
once that unaided by the hand of man I could never reach the land above.
Listening, I ſancied that I could hear the rushing of waters as of some underground rivet.
To the right of me a large crevice extended at Jeast an eighth of a mile in length, and hera
were revealed to my eyes stones which appeared as brilliant as diamonds, and for their comi-
panions stones of all colors and degrees of brilliancy, whilst hanging here and there, like so
in way icicies, sharp pointed ore of all colors of the rainbow was to be seen on every side.
All day º: cither paced my new prison, or knelt and prayed to my Maker, that as there
was no one to help me out, that death come to me quickly and relieve me of this cruel exist-
ence: A burning thirst came upon me, but there was no water to drink. Then forgetting
everything else, I prayed that God might send rain. But no rain came, and the day wore on, .
dragging its slow minutes that seemed never to fill up the measure of an hour, until dark-
mess onee in ore closed in upon me. All night long, save when exhausted nature forced my
eyes to close in a short fitful sleep, I walked back and forth, praying for death. Again my
attempt at suicide was recalled to my mind, and the thoughts it brought to me nearly drove
me wild. I thought that I was really becoming insane. I shouted for help, forgetting that
not one human being was on that strip of land. I shrieked again and again. “Oh, my God!
will no one save me!” I cried. “I’ather in heaven, forgive my sins and take me to yout
arms. De merciful, oh, Father, to one who has suffered so much Help! Help! He'p !”
I could here the sound of my voice ascending, and fancied that I could detect the moment
when it reached the opening above and went out over the island and sea—“Help! Help!.
IIelp!” With one last despairing cry for help, and the shriek of a maniac I threw myself
prone upon the ground, perſº exhausted. - - - -
IIark! what was that Surely it sounded like a human voice! All eagerness I listened,
and again the sound reached my ears, this time more distinctly, but still very faint.
“Help! Help! Help! ” I cried, and—Oh, my God! there could be no doubt of it now i
IIeaven be praised It tras a human voice that answered, and brought sweet music to my
senses in that one word “HELLO! ” repeated several times. Gladly I shouted back, “Oh,
save me! Save me! Help! IIelp l’’ - - -
All was still. I could hear my heart beat, and it seemed as though hours had passed, and
that I was doomed never to hear that voice again. The thought then flashed upon me, You
are insane! You heard no voice It was but the hallucination of a frenzied mind! Again
I sank down, overcome with this awful idea, when—joy, joy—“Hello,” long drawn out, came
to my ears once more. I shouted back with all my might, and in the light of early morn my
heart was gladdened by the sight of a rope coming down to me, on which was tied a heavy
storie. . . . . . - - - º
I did not for a moment forget our Father in heaven, who had again saved me from a terri-
ble death, for before stretching forth a hand to seize the rescuing rope, I knelt down and
Should I sit astride the stone, and cl
offered up a fervent prayer of thanks. - . ... : * ~ * * * * * >
ing to the rope?, or untie the rope from the stone, and
securely fasten it around my bºdy ? I decided upon the latter course, and when I felt sure
that the rope was well tied, I firmly grasped it above my head and pulled it twice or thrice. . .
its al to the person or persons above to haul me up. The operation appeared to be
is
iſficulty to the party above, for I ascended in a jerky and halting manner, and
ne-third of the way up, to my horror, the rope suddenly parted, and I was again
o the bottom of the dreadfuſ hole, . . . . . . . . . . . . .
that my rescuer, or rescuers, had tied several pieces of rope together, and one
ry defective and gave way. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
- gav
quite a time, but ha -- * - ---...--
**::... º. er rope coming down, and to hear the welcome.
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K.I found that I had sustained no posi
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t O Q # - Q . ſº º . . . . º.
I awoke to find a handsome man bending over me, dashing water in my face from the
º
ºnately I always left just outside my now sunken cave), and rubbing n-y º: º
prously. .. - *
y first feeling was one of peace, rest and thankfulness for my miraculous delivery. The
nºt was one of intense astonishment at again beholding a human being, and on that island.
Strange, but nevertheless true, no sense or feeling of shame came to me at my half naked
LA rººms. I had long since come to look upon iny then costume as the proper and only
Ilſº, - - - - ‘. . .
* large eyes, opened so wide in amazement, attracted the man's attention, and, seeing that
| had recovered, he asked, speaking hurriedly and in disjointed sentences.” who are you?
What are you?' How came you there—here?” * , , ,
... Tears sprang unbidden to my eyes, as I heard for the first time in eight long years words
thus spoken, and spoken by an American.. I sprang up to my feet, and all unwºmanly as it
may seem, dear, reader, I kissed his hands, his face, and threw my arms around his º, sob-
bing like a child. wr. *
“Poor woman,” he said, “she does not understand English. I wonder how she came here?
. must have been alone on this island a long while, fing from her looks, actions, and
COStume. - - -
Controlling myself, I knelt at his feet and cried: #
“Thank God! I see and converse with a human being once more. Thanks, oh, thanks
my more than preserver ! I see in this, O kind Providence, the beginning of the end, when
*; rescue shall be all complete.” º;
It was his turn to be astonished now, and seeing how great his astonishment was I hastened
to relieve him, saying: * t
“You see before you a poor girl who was tossed upon this island over eight years ago, and
who has lived here alone ever since, never beholding the face of nian during all that time.”,
“Great Heaven I This is indeed a strange story,” he exclaimed. “Why you are a real
Crusoe, a female Crusoe at that... My poor child, you must have suffered greatly. , Your
rapture at beholding me, and wild caresses, were extremely natural under the circum.
stance4. ... But how came you on this island? Surely no ship was wrecked here. It must be
my miles out of the course of all vessels.” * & . . x
‘‘I might ask you the same question, sir,” I replied; “and with as much reason.”
“True, true,” he said, “mine is a strange story.”
“Mine may be equally as strange,” said I. - :
“Your vessel was lost at sea? Burned, perhaps, and you floated hither on a raft. I see
by your looks that I have partly guessed it. Tell me your story, and I'll tell nuine. Was it
a sailing vessel ?” * * - -
“ No. It was the steamship “City of Boston,” and I have every reason to believe that you
see before you the only survivor of that ill-fated craft.”
“Lost at sea in 1870?” he said, musingly. “Yes, I remember the year well, for I had
several dear friends on board that steamer, and they have never been heard from since.”
“What were their names?” I asked, somewhat anxiously, for a vision of the beautiful
lady with the babe, who was taking it to see its father for the first time, arose before me. “Had
you none nearer and dearer than friends?” . . . . . . º. 4 ×
“There was one on board that vessel,” he exclaimed, vehemently, “that I would have laid
down my life for, though she spurned my—” . - # …
“Spurned your love,” I interrupted, “and—great God! I see it all now, you are
CHARLES VOLLAR l’”
“Merciful heavens!” he shouted, “and you are—no, no, it cannot be—” -
*Yes, I am Julia Bean l’” x * : * ,
* a ſº Q ſº © e
Sºlº. story rar. ºnething like this— . - . . . . -
“You know that I was on the continent introducing the Fairbanks scales? Well, whilst
travelling, thoughts of you were ever uppermost in my mind, and seriously interfered with my
business transactions. I wrote you letter after letter, but received no answer, and the canker of
despair was eating up all ambition. I grew dreadfully careless, and received a letter from the
firm, stirring me up, chiding me for my lack of push in their interests, and admonishing me .
that I was imperilling my position with the house. Upon the heels of this letter came one
from my friend (at least I thought him such), Ben Clarkson, the hook-keeper, informing me
that an account of the duel had reached the firm, and that it was by no means flattering to
rayself. Soon afterwards a heavy forgery was discovered, whereby the firm was involved to
the tune of over ninety thousand dollars. It appears that one of their checks was held by
old Lord...You remember him?... (By the way he has married a young :::::::::::". |
sons had him in court, a declared lunatic, and the case excited wide-spread interest.) W
old Lord has been very careless of late years in his business, and he never deposited.
check in bank until he had held it for months, and I was in Europe. When it was deposi
it was discovered to be an ingenious forgery, and an expert pretended to discover
resemblance in the signature to my handwriting. The intelligence of this h tº
reached me by way of Ben Clarkson, who advised me to “keep dark,' whethe
as he said the evidence, pretended or otherwise, was accumulating rapidly











is JULIA DEAN,
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before me, and in them, to my shame and great º Y
as a suspected party. I immediately wrote to the firm resigning
e newspaper slip containing an account of the forgery. I added
nce to London. An offered a position in the latter city, which
me in connection with this case, 'ſ'.will comte. C. V.” & sº
A. by and I was never called upon, although I often imagined, and
ieve that my every action was watched by detectives, Well, the years passed
iving a plain life, I found myself in possession at length of a snug sum of money,
beculation seized me, and everything I touched turned to gold. At the end of
I became a partner in the great house of Wellington Aimes & Co., London, was
two hundred thousand dollars, and was probably as unhappy a man as walked the
reets of that great city. The news of the loss of the ‘City of Boston,’ and your name in the
st of passengers overwhelmed me with grief and despair. In 1876 I visited the Centennial
position, and from Philadelphia went to the old homestead in Orange county, New York,
* I had not seen for nearly seven years. Father died shortly after, and securing all the
al and personal, for the benefit of my sister, I bade farewell to America forever.
The forger of that check had never been discovered, and I felt that suspicion still rested
pon me. This weighed heavily on my mind, but what was all that to the loss of you, dear
lia? Returning to London I sold out my partnership, went to Paris, travelled on the con-
, frequented Monte Carlo, and plunged into º to a terrible extent. But I could
no forgetfulness, no rest for my mind... I gambled, played high, and invariably won,
ning in the gambling or speculative line was lucky for me. It seemed that I could
drank to excess, and time and again lay upon a bed from which I hoped never
But it was not to be. I returned to the old ways again and again, yet the demon
ursued me; I could find relief in nothing. , *
ast I was prostrated with typhoid fever, and lay for months between life and death,
- ered I found that one Clarence Mountfield, whom I had made a friend and
had robbed me of all I had save a few thousand francs in bank at Calais. IIe
º my name and impersonated me at Paris (having in his possession all my docu-
s), and had succeeded in drawing every penny at my banker's there. This half-English,
ench scoundrel was my double—the resemblance was said to be striking.
1 in health and spirits I went to London, and with the small sum I possessed lived
onths in an humble lodging-house, and drank hard day and night in low inns fre-
nted by the most commonplace of men. It was in one of these inns that I ran upon–
you think?—none other than Ben Clarkson, who had fled the States, and who, in
, confessed the forgery I had been suspected of. He also confessed to a long list of
operations andſ forgeries. Time was when I would have driven this man from
sgust, but all self-respect had then left me, and I accepted his fellowship. He
en I first met him, some four or five hundred dollars, and my funds were low, very
indeed. He seemed eager to share with me, and had ways, unknown to me, of replen-
shing his purse from time to time. I became ashabby genteri sot—a sample of humanity on
he verge of total wreck, with no ambition save for the drink which I daily consumed.
“Oue night, when I was more than, usually full, Clarkson rushed in, and in a hurried
1. ormed me that he had just heard of the death of his brother in Newfoundland.
ted that his brother had no family, and had died, intestate and wealthy, in the
reton, on the Little Codroy river, and that he had secured passage for himself
iling vessel, which was to leave Liverpool the next day. He almost dragged
way depot, and we were soon whirling along to the great smoky town. All
e kept me in a state of stupefaction, and when I awoke from a long sleep I found
e
jut over a week when one night, as I lay on deck sleeping off a drunken bout,
rhear a plan to scuttle the ship, which it appears had been agreed upon by the
Clarkson, and the owners of the dummy cargo we had on board, which had been
*d by them. It appeared that three of the crew were in the secret, and the five
st prepare the life-boat, and then scuttle the vessel the following night.
verything in her now that we shall need,” I heard Clarkson say, ‘There's
er, meat, biscuits.” . -----> - ~ -
get my rifle. I wouldn't leave that behind for anything,” said the captain.
night a terrific storm arose and continued up to seven o'clock 1'. M. ºf the fºl.
- h ny miles out of our course. I made up my mind to lower
nature, and by no means, bad at heart. I so
ssist me in lowering the life-boat, and to accom-
lowered the boat inch by inch, and with high
ut loose from the vessel, and afloat on the ocean.
make-shift sail, and bending to the oars we
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twormy, and we tossed about helplessly on the angry sea. For five days we anx
une hºrizon, but no sail came in sight. I took a solemn oath to become a new m
spared to reach the land, once more... Fortunately our supply of provisions and
plentiful, and we husbanded it carefully. # º " .. 3% #: . . . . . .”.”
“On the seventh day the sea was very rough, and poor Roderick, in stepping
end of the boat, pitched forward and went overboard. When he came up,
tlistance from me. I saw that he could not swim, and I was powerless to ro
him. IIe went down for the last time, with an expression on his face w
forgºt. Here was I, then, alone upon the bosom of the deep. -
On the ninth day another storm arose, and, it appeared to me, worse than a
experienced before. Many times during that day and night—for the storm
ºur hours—did I think that my boat must go under, that every moment
** 8t. -
“The fifteenth day came, and with it no sight of sail to relieve my weary, w
sea. The night of the sixteenth (when all my provisions were gone, and every d
drank) was a very dark one, and it must have been about midnight when
grating sound, and then a crash, as if my boat had struck against a rock.
rifle was the nearest thing at hand, and I seized it with a vague idea of pushing
ing off from any rocks that might lay ahead of me. I braced myself, and v
jerked overboard. §
“To my surprise, when I had recovered myself, I found that I touched
forward I found that I was on an ascending sandy bottom, and at length, t
was out of water and on dry land. -
“The morning came and revealed to me this strip of land, which I was not
taining to be an island. I saw your garden, and near it a large hole, into wi
curiously, as there was no sign that it had been caused by water. ... I came ac
lake, and said to myself “Here must be or must have been some “Cruso
died, perhaps fallen into that great hole,' I said to myself, with a shudd
how deep it was. Had you called for help that day I would have been on,
I was on the other side of the island, and came back to the vicinity of w
cave (and came near being your grave) towards morning of the followin
get a shot at some early birds, and that was my best point. You know thi
fortunate it was that I found rope at hand to lower to your rescue. And her
Julia, we, who have been so nearly parted in death, alive, together and alone
our fate? There is small hope that any vessel will pass this way, and perhap
to pass the remainder of ºur days ºn." Petite Dean.’”
“Did your boat float off to sea?” I asked him.
“No,” he replied. º -
“Well, some fine day we can put off in her, and trust to being picked up b
vessel.” º
“Not any in mine, if you please,” said Charley, in what was, und
rather excusable slang. - -
“No, no,” he continued. “Those dreadful days and º: I passed
me rather prefer the present ills than fly to others that I k tº arºu
Charley found his boat wedged in between the rocks, and
the beach. Thanks to the captain's gun, ball and powder,
enjoyment of a bird dinner, the first that I had tasted since I ha
Time passed on, and a coolness lºſ up between us. My lover
quarters on the other side of the island, and a troubled look settled upon
tion was decidedly embarrassing. Alone upon that strip of land, wit
we would ever be rescued, what were we to do? Had not. I passed oyer e
and seen not one passing sail? Was it not very probable that we won 3.
of our days on the island? These thoughts troubled me, and were
those entertained by Charley. One evening he came to me and said -
“juña, ours is a strange situation. Perhaps no other man and woman
placed. There's absolutely little chance of our eyer being taken from 'P
actions under the circumstances are unnatural. I have love rºº
“And I,” I faltered, “have loved you for years. §
covered how much I really did love you.” wºº. §
*Then, my darling, we are married in the sight of heaven,
devised by man to make us man and wife. Let us stand hand in hº
us one in all things. Let us swear, with no witness present save th
the weird music of yonder waves for our marriage bells, that we will
each other even until death shall part us.” <-- ------- §
Thus hand in hand, with uplifted eyes, v
(). In
and, kneeling on the ocean sands, we praye!
about, and accept our motives as the purest of th
we had done wrong in thus uniting
mankind. . .
Charley by this time was “rigg
the island two Crusoes instead of .
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than remain on the treacherous island. . So Charley made ever
away nuts, berries, and salting down fish and birds. On the 30th o
August, at midnight there was a terrible shaking up of the earth, and we feared that the
island would go down with us. We hesitated no longer, but imi.ediately repaired to our
boat, and pushed off from “Petite Dean "forever, -
The morning's sun arose, and our island was still there. All day long, Charley at one oar,
I at the other, we rowed out to sea, but our progress was naturally very slow. That night a
great storm arose, and just before daylight we beheld, in the direction of the island, an im-
mense flame shoot up, which revealed tº us in the darkness the entire strip of land on which
I had spent so many years. We could see it split from end to end. There was a terrific
sound beneath us, and we felt the waters rushing toward the island, and felt that our boat
was about to be sucked under. -t spun around and around, and we were horribly sea-sick,
and this was succeeded by a burning fever which, rendered us both unconscious. We
& |recovered to find ourselves scarcely able to breath, and Charley says that I was raving as one
"in delirium. There was a strong sinell of brimstone, and in the light of day we saw that our
island was no more. - . --- * - *
Why keep the reader longer in suspense? After several days we were picked up by the
schooner “Sally Briggs,” bound from Liverpool to New York, Captain Albert Downey
Brease. The men on board were thunderstruck at our strange appearance, and eagerly lis-
tened to our marvellous story. We were treated by them with the utmost kindness. Charley
put on a sailor's costume, and I once more found myself in the habiliments of my sex, as the
captain's wife, and their little baby, were making the voyage with him,
Poor, dear lady, and sweet little babe! . 3%
- The third day aboard the “Sally Briggs’’ one of the sailors was stricken down with yellow
fever, and died with the black vomit. Not withstanding every precaution possible, the con-
tagious dise xt attacked the captain's wife. Mrs. Brease and her child fell victims of
t ºrge, and with sad hearts we lowered their bodies into the sea. §
d until every sailor was down with it. The captain was the last to take it,
- * º for death, saying that now he had nothing to live for. -
*rew, with the fever upon them, lay all around us, as Charley stood at the wheel, and
I knelt down and prayed for our deliverance. The husband that God had sent me showed
now every symptom of the fever, and I prayed, oh, so fervently, to heaven to spare his life.
Thanks to a kind Providence his attack was but slight, as was that of the captain and two
of the crew, the last being frightened into the belief that they too had the fever.
We came within hailing distance of the “John M. Young,” bound for Boston, and she
Ioaned us three men, who had had the fever and did not fear us.
Thus all crippled, having lost five men with the ſever, we put into New York, and with
dazed feelings we once more trod the streets of the great city. Charlie, leaving me in Castle
Garden, went in search of an old friend, and having found him returned to me, and our first
act was to hunt up a minister, and go through a regular marriage ceremony, which we
accordingly did, so that although I sign myself Julia, Dean in this bcek, I am now really
Mrs. Charles Vollar. But in the old Orange county home they persist in still calling me
“Julia Dean, the female Robinson Crusoe.” . : * * *
I am at present (1880) residing in Philadelphia, looking after the interests and sale of this
ook. By addressing me, care of the publishers, I will mail a copy of my book to any one
n receipt of twenty-five cents, . Or I will mail my likeness, for album, on receipt of tea
cents. Postage stamps acceptable. ... Thanking you for your kind attention and patronage, I
remain, Respectfully yours, . ; : . . . . . . . . . . . - *
ź - JULIA DRAM (Mrs Charles Wollar).
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