Recollections of a chaperonSullivan, Arabella Jane
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Recollections of a chaperon
Sullivan, Arabella Jane
English fiction -- 19th century
cry; I felt sure these strange men would wake and rob me, and perhaps
murder me too. I heard one move, and I could see him sit up, rub his
eyes, stretch himself, and he wondered what the noise could be; but I
managed to pacify the child, and he settled himself again. To be sure,
I was glad when I heard him breathe quite hard! I did not sleep any
more that night, and by day-break the hunters (for they had guns, and
powder-pouches, and bags—so I suppose they were hunters) were astir,
and left the hut. I asked the old woman who they were, and which way
they were likely to take; but she did not like being questioned, and
so, when I thought they had been gone about an hour, I set out again on
my lonesome journey.
“That day the road lay through a great forest of very tall trees,
taller than any trees we have here. I never did feel so lonesome
before; there was not a creature to be seen anywhere, and the tall
trees made the road so dreary, and it was all dark and hollow each
side; for in those great woods the trees stand clear of each other,
and there is no underwood, nor bushes, nor briers, but the boles go up
straight, and the branches meet at top, and one may go miles and miles
and never see the blue sky over one’s head. There was no telling what
might come out from those dismal hollows, and I kept looking round
every minute, and trying to see into them, but ’twas impossible: I
could see the trunks of the trees for a little way, and then ’twas all
as black as night. It made one feel so alone, and yet one did not know
what might be near one; and I thought what would become of me if I was
benighted in this dreary place; and I thought of the wild Indians, and
of the bears, and of my poor innocent babe; but then I thought again of
my husband on his sick-bed, and I took courage.
“It was past the middle of the day, and the sun had sunk some way below
those tall dark trees, when I sat down to rest myself, and to drink
from a clear stream by the roadside. I was wondering how much farther
it could be to the end of the forest, where I had been told I should
find something of a decent hut, when I was startled at hearing voices
and the report of a gun; and presently three of the men who had passed
the night in the old woman’s hovel came out from among the gloomy trees
on the other side.
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