have a native superiority in everything. Their nobility is not a thing
of crosses and ribbons, but of blood. They feel that they are of earth's
purest clay, and they assert the claim to pre-eminence by their own
proud and lofty gifts. I told you, too, that he said "dearest." I might
have been deceived; the noise was deafening at the moment; but I feel
as if my ears could not have betrayed me. At all events, Kitty, his hand
sought mine while he spoke, and though in his confusion it was my elbow
he caught, he pressed it tenderly. In what a delicious dream did I revel
as we slid along over the snow! What cared I for the swooping wind, the
thundering avalanche, the drifting snow-wreath,--was he not there, my
protector and my guide? Had he not sworn to be my succor and my safety?
We had just arrived at a lofty tableland,--some few peaks appeared still
above us, but none very near,--when the wind, with a violence beyond
all description, bore great masses of drift against us, and effectually
barred all farther progress. The stone sledge, too, had partly become
embedded in the soft snow, and the horse was standing powerless, when
suddenly mamma's horse stumbled and fell. In his efforts to rise he
smashed one of the rope traces, so that when he began to pull again,
the unequal draught carried the sledge to one side, and upset it. A
loud shriek told me something had happened, and at the instant Lord G.
whispered in my ear, "It's nothing,--she has only taken a 'header' in
the soft snow, and won't be a bit the worse."
Further questioning was vain; for Cary's sledge-horse shied at the
confusion in front, and plunged off the road into the deep snow, where
he disappeared all but the head, fortunately flinging her out into
the guide's arms. My turn was now to come; for Lord G., with his mad
impetuosity, tried to pass on and gain the front, but the animal, by
a furious jerk, smashed all the tackle, and set off at a wild,
half-swimming pace through the snow, leaving our sledge firmly wedged
between two dense walls of drift Papa sprang out to our rescue; but so
helpless was he, from the quantity of his integuments, that he rolled
over, and lay there on his back, shouting fearfully.
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