A Man: His Mark. A Romance: Second Edition — John Shaqi
A Man: His Mark. A Romance: Second EditionMorrow, W. C.
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A Man: His Mark. A Romance: Second Edition
Morrow, W. C.
Accident victims -- Fiction; American fiction; California -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
Serious difficulties began soon to embarrass him. He discovered that
she was above the average height and weight of women, heavier than he,
although he was the taller. He found that the numerous abrupt steps in
the trail laid a heavy tax upon his strength, and that some steep places
proved slippery under the burden that he bore. In addition, the muscles
of his arms strained and cramped; and long before he had reached the
shelf upon which his hut was perched he fell to his knees a number of
times from exhaustion. But the end came at last when he staggered into
his hut, dragged a cover from his bed to the floor, and gently laid his
burden upon it.
CHAPTER THREE
DURING all this time the fury of the storm had not abated in the least.
That, indeed, had been one of the worst obstacles with which he had
contended in mounting the steep to his hut. Immediately upon laying his
charge on the floor he had begun to prepare his bed for the guest,
but weakness from exhaustion overcame him. He reeled; a red blindness
assailed him; and, in spite of a fierce effort to maintain command of
his strength and faculties, he found himself plunging headlong upon his
bed.
A moan recalled him to consciousness, and it was not until later that he
realized the distressing length of time that he had lain unconscious.
He remembered that when he fell he was very warm from the exertion of
ascending the slope, and that when he awoke he was excessively cold.
Furthermore, twilight had come.
Dismayed over the loss of time, he proceeded at once to make his charge
comfortable. He prepared his bed for her and placed her upon it. She was
still unconscious, but he saw that she was rallying.
He suddenly realized that it was now impossible for him to summon Dr.
Mal-bone, for the fury of the storm had been steadily increasing, and
the crash of falling trees still sounded above the roaring of the wind.
It would be worse than foolhardy for him to brave the storm and the
darkness. At any moment she might recover consciousness and find herself
alone and suffering in this strange place; and a whole night and day
would hardly have been sufficient for him to fetch the surgeon, had that
been a physical possibility. So the young man realized that he alone,
with no training in the surgeon’s and physician’s art, must take this
woman’s life in his hands, and for a long time to come be her physician
and nurse, cook and housekeeper, mother and confidant, father and
protector.
That realization was sufficiently cruel and taxing, but the ordeal that
now confronted him was the most trying of all. He had not yet given any
attention to the appearance of his charge, further than to ascertain to
what extent she was hurt. When he now lighted a candle and held it to
her face, he saw that she was a young and handsome woman.
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