Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 26, November, 1880Various
History
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 26, November, 1880
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
Passing at once through a dusky, noisome hall and up a steep flight
of stairs under the guidance of a heavily-bearded ruffian whose
appearance boded no good, Helen reached the room she was to occupy. It
was separated from the adjoining apartment only by a partition of thin
boards full of seams and cracks. But she was too much fatigued by the
exhausting ride of two days to lie awake long worrying over possible
dangers, and, throwing herself on the rough pallet in her clothing, she
was soon fast asleep. She was summoned at dawn by her trusty guide,
who was so impressed with the dangerous character of the house that
he would not allow her to eat before mounting, or even to be seen by
the men who were tarrying there. Leading her at once to the stable, he
hastily saddled the horses and urged her away while the gray light was
still so faint they could hardly distinguish one object from another.
Helen took a scanty breakfast in the saddle--a meagre preparation for
the perils and hardships that must be encountered before another sun
should set. At the next settlement fresh horses were procured, and a
man engaged to return to Raymond with the jaded steeds they had ridden
thus far. They were informed that several miles in advance there had
been a great freshet which had swollen all the streams and made them
wellnigh impassable. But time was pressing, and, finding that Miss
Gerard was willing to face the rushing waters, the guide decided to go
on.
After fifteen miles of hard riding they found themselves on the edge of
a wide stream dangerously swollen and rushing by with great turbulence,
shooting roots and branches of dislodged trees along its seething
current. But this was no time for hesitation or dismay. Hugging her
horse's neck and laying herself length-wise along his back, the heroic
girl urged him into the stream and gave him the rein. The horses swam
gallantly, and succeeded in making a landing on the other side far
below where they had plunged in. Struck by rushing logs, sometimes
almost hurled from her precarious seat, Helen preserved her presence of
mind, nor was she disheartened by the thrilling peril she had escaped,
but with the same fortitude guided her horse across several other
dangerous streams before night.
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