Being of the same fearless temper as her husband, she sat off for the old Indian fort towards the close of a summer’s day.  She was many hour’s absent.  When she came back she was reserved and sullen in her replies.  She spoke something of a black man whom she had met about twilight, hewing at the root of a tall tree.  He was sulky, however, and would not come to terms; she was to go again with a propitiatory offering, but what it was she forebore to say.

The next evening she sat off again for the swamp, with her apron heavily laden.  Tom waited and waited for her, but in vain:  midnight came, but she did not make her appearance; morning, noon, night returned, but still she did not come.  Tom now grew uneasy for her safety; especially as he found she had carried off in her apron the silver tea pot and spoons and every portable article of value.  Another night elapsed, another morning came; but no wife.  In a word, she was ever heard of more.

What was her real fate nobody knows, in consequence of so many pretending to know.  It is one of those facts that have become confounded by a variety of historians.  Some asserted that she lost her way among the tangled mazes of the swamp and sunk into some pit or slough; others, more uncharitable, hinted that she had eloped with the household booty, and made off to some other province; while others assert that the tempter had decoyed her into a dismal quagmire, on top of which her hat was found lying.  In confirmation of this, it was said a great black man with an axe on his shoulder was seen late that very evening coming out of the swamp, carrying a bundle tied in a check apron, with an air of surly triumph.

The most current and probable story, however, observes that Tom Walker grew so anxious about the fate of his wife and his property that he sat out at length to seek them both at the Indian fort.  During a long summer’s afternoon he searched about the gloomy place, but no wife was to be seen.  He called her name repeatedly, but she was no where to be heard.  The bittern alone responded to his voice, as he flew screaming by; or the bull-frog croaked dolefully from a neighboring pool.  At length, it is said, just in the brown hour of twilight, when the owls began to hoot and the bats to flit about, his attention was attracted by the clamor of carrion crows that were hovering about a cypress tree.  He looked and beheld a bundle tied in a check apron and hanging in the branches of a tree; with a great vulture perched hard by, as if keeping watch upon it.  He leaped with joy, for he recognized his wife’s apron, and supposed it to contain the household valuables.

“Let us get hold of the property,” said he consolingly to himself, “and we will endeavor to do without the woman.”

As he scrambled up the tree the vulture spread its wide wings, and sailed off screaming into the deep shadows of the forest.  Tom seized the check apron, but, woful sight! found nothing but a heart and liver tied up in it.