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They imagine that his abductors though fiends in human form, could not find it in their hearts to murder their innocent little victim, and that he still lives, perhaps in their own city. The parents have spent a fortune trying to find their boy, and would willingly spend their lives in the search. And now as he has been lost so long they no doubt have given up the search. Still they will live in hope that he may yet return. But not so in the case I am about to relate. If the narrative of "The Lost Chlidren, [sic]" was a romance or fictitious story I might couch it in entirely different language. But, as every part of it is literally true, the reader will pardon me for using as nearly as possible the language of those who were present at the time and witnessed the events as I shall relate them. The narrative is so sad and touching that even strong men to-day who helped to search for the lost children more than thirty years ago, are moved to tears while relating the story.
To the parents and relatives of "the lost children," and to the hundreds of generous hearted neighbors, who are still living, and who spent so many long days and wearisome nights in searching for them, this little narrative will
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