Parllers voyage of a party of Refuges — Affairs on the Eastern stores.
In a recent number of this paper it was stated that four Eastern-shore-men, while accepting to cross the
Chesapeake bay, were lost; but we are now enabled to correct that statement, for the gratification of the friends of the parties.
Owing to the stormy weather, the boat, in which those young men started, made harbor at one of the islands for the night, and the next day returned to the mainland.
Two of the party have since arrived safely in this city; the others will come at the first opportunity.
We have received from ‘"An Exile"’ the subjoined statement:
The report of their loss was a very reasonable one; two boats started together, a very severs storm arose in the bay, the boats were separates one, after incredible hardships and an exposure of ten house the waves often breaking over her, reached the
Western shore, the other not having been heard from, the conclusion was almost irresistible that the she had foundered, and all on board perished
Numbers of our young men would leave, were to possible for them to do so, butin their narrow, almost sea-girt home, the suspicious eye of the enemy is ever upon them.
A few manage to escape under cover of a dark night, in open boats and brave the perils of a passage across the bay. Thus far our refugees have been signally protected by an unseen hand, not one has yet been lost.
The scenes now being enacted upon the Eastern Shore, as described by the late refugees, are such only as the most degraded tools of a loathsome despotism could allow.
These loyal soldiers of constitutional liberty, (God save the mark) place at utter defiance every right of person and property; supposing themselves secure from invasion, every little, mean, contemptible act of tyranny is practised upon a helpless people with impunity.
Too cowardly to make an attack when there was a possibility of resistance, these degraded wretches now delight to insult men women, and children who dare whisper aught of freedom.
When will
Virginia rise in the majesty of her strength and drive the mean oppressor from her soil?
Exile.
