st two weeks she lived upon cranberries and wood
sorrel. While the dog remained with her, she constantly shared her food
with him, but said she was glad when he left her, as it was much trouble
to find him food.

On Thursday of last week she followed the south towards the junction
with the north branch, where it appeared she had been before, but could
not ford the stream; and in the afternoon of Friday crossed the north, a
little above its junction with the south branch, and following down
the stream, she found herself in the clearing, near Moor's Mill. Thence
directing her steps towards home, she reached Mr. McDale's, about a
mile from her mother's, at six o'clock, having walked five miles in two
hours, and probably ten miles during the day. Here she remained till the
next day, when she was carried home, and was received by friends almost
as one raised from the dead. Her feet and ankles were very much swollen
and lacerated; but strange to say, her calico gown was kept whole, with
the exception of two small rents.

Respecting her feelings during her fast in the wilderness, she says she
was never frightened, though sometimes, when the sun disappeared, she
felt disheartened, expecting to perish; but when she found, by not
discovering any new tracks, that the people had given over searching
for her, she was greatly discouraged. On the morning of Friday, she
was strongly inclined to give up, and lie down and die; but the hope of
seeing her mother stimulated her to make one more effort to reach home,
which proved successful. When visited, she was in a state of feverish
excitement and general derangement of the system, and greatly emaciated,
with a feeble voice, but perfectly sane and collected.

It is somewhat remarkable that a young girl (aged seventeen), thinly
clad, could have survived twenty-one days, exposed as she was to such
severe storms, with no other food but wild berries. It is also very
strange that she should have been so frequently on the tracks of those
in search of her, sleeping in the camps, and endeavouring to follow
their tracks home, and not have heard any of their numerous trumpets, or
been seen by any of the hundreds of persons who were in search for her.

A more dismal result than the deprivations endured by Sarah Campbell,
is the frightful existence of a human creature, called in the American
papers, the "Wild Man of the far West." From time to time, these details
approach the terrific, of wild men