In New Granada; Or, Heroes and PatriotsKingston, William Henry Giles
History
In New Granada; Or, Heroes and Patriots
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Colombia -- History -- War of Independence, 1810-1822 -- Juvenile fiction
Uncle Richard and I then tried the experiment, as we were beginning to
feel the sensations Antonio had at first complained of. The attempt,
however, was extremely painful; indeed, I felt as if I had swallowed a
handful of needles, the which were pricking and tearing the whole
interior of my throat in their passage downwards. Directly I had
swallowed the water, however, I began to feel a comfortable glow, which
in a short time spread equally over me.
The delay, however, might have been fatal to all of us, as darkness had
already begun to spread over the deep valley, and we could see no tambo
ahead. From the experience we had had, we were sure we could not rest
anywhere for an instant, while the danger was great in proceeding in the
dark. Still Padillo said he could find the way, and led us on at a
swinging trot, we doing our utmost to keep up with him; often, however,
I felt a strong inclination to sink down and enjoy a short sleep, if
only for a minute or two. I thought that I should soon catch up my
companions. The wind had increased, too, and a thick sleet drove
through the air, which made us feel as if pins and needles were sticking
in our faces.
"This is very unpleasant," cried Uncle Richard; "but it won't last for
ever, that's one comfort."
The darkness increased, and the thought that we should have to go on
through such weather as this during the whole night was terrible.
Padillo was leading. Uncle Richard made Antonio walk before him; I,
with Lion, who kept close to my heels, continued talking to Uncle
Richard for some time, until the desire to stop suddenly overpowered me.
"I hope we shall soon reach the hut," I said.
"Cheer up--in a few minutes we shall be there," I heard Uncle Richard
say, and at that instant I sank to the ground. I heard the footsteps of
my companions as they moved on; but, seized with a kind of insanity, I
flattered myself that after a few minutes' rest I should be able to get
up and follow them. For some time, as it appeared to me, though it may
have been only for a moment or two, my senses completely left me; then I
became conscious that Lion had placed himself above me, and was licking
my hands and face. Then I heard him utter a loud bark; after which he
began to pull at my clothes, and bark louder and louder, until he
succeeded in arousing me. Mercifully, I had still strength sufficient
to get up; and as I did so, Lion still pulling at my trousers, I heard
Uncle Richard's voice shouting out, "Duncan! Duncan! come along."
Presently he appeared through the gloom; when he took my hand, and I
stumbled forward.
Soon afterwards we heard Padillo shout out, "The tambo, the tambo!"
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