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small, the Jar Of the engine dreadful. and the
crying OF the little babies more dreadful still
he rafting OF the ruddnr chains wakes them
out oi every little nap, and they wake with
sort of nightmare feeling, saving glond
to nobody in particular, that they dreamed
they were buried alive.
Just such night was that Of our traveller.
She walked about, threading her way among
beds OF all sorts and size, now stepping on
baby, now iosling the ou,slre,ched foo, of
some rather snappsh dame, now going back
to gaze hxedly at Tommy, whose features
she could scarcely discern in the dim and
shaded light. We Shall not venture to Guess
that she wished herself at home but it is
certain that each OF these exploring expedi-
tons ended with deep sigh, and return to
tue se''ec. at length the small hours which
are SO apt to bring calm TO all sorts of disuui-
etudes, fairly got the better of Mrs Pe, and
IN spite OF her determination not to sleep a
D., wink, she fell into profound slumbcr.
A clap of thunder disturbed this kindly
oblivion. Mrs. Pcll started up and rushed
on deck, and bcheld the horizon in ghasty
dlsilnctness from what seemed almost one
continuous flash of lightning, and the air fill.
ed with dust from tho Highlands through
which they were then passing. While she
yet gazod, motionlcss with terror, the rain
come down witt! such rush that she was
wet through in moment. This was tray-
cling to be sure Onc nigh, 90 to England
dozen times without seeing 50 mach OF the
world. However, one must never lose ones
: presence of mind SO our heroic friend dres-
scd herself, Weakened Tommy, cndued hin,
in all the clothes he could possibly carrv.and
! then cal.n'y awaited the result in solitude
, and silence for nobody else though, i, worth
while TO get up.
Morning came at last, and with it a bright
5 sun and much relief to those WHO had wach-
. ed several hours by dim lamp, expecting
death at every clap Of thunder. By tie uni
ted aid Of chlmhermaid, captain and sever.
al waters, Mrs. Pell and her movaLles were
+ deposited in safety at a comfortable hotel,
I the lady feeling particularly grateful for the
t attentions OF young gentleman who sat hv
) her in the omnibus and expressed much sat
, isiaclion upon hearing that she was going so
far on his way. When Mrs. Pell sought for
her purse the mex, time, it was missing; and
when she loohed about her at breakfast, in
} tending to claim the sympathy Of her very
r oblising young friend, he was missing too
, coincidence which puzzled her exceeding
, ly.
, But even the loss ola purse could not mar
the oSharating sense Of dangers past and
! adventures 10 come. A fresh supply of
, money from trunk put our travellers in con-
dtlon again, and the baggage being safely
locked up IN car, they were able 10 ENJOY
} a capital breakfast at Troy, with walk to
: The balcony afterwards. when Tommy, whose
} spirits were high, considering everything,
! poor dear amused himself by opening and
shutting his mammals parasol N the hone of
frightening some omnibus horses that stood
: below.
An aboard for Saratoga was the cry.
and our travellers were the first to obey,
leaving behind them in their hurry, the bag
containing the umbrella and sun. shade, which
they duly remembered after they were seat
ed in the cars. Here was food for rchec-
ton! The fan, Captain Pell's pet telescope
, and the purse, and now the umbrellas We
: can hardly deny that reflections. connected
) with these matters occupied Mrs. Pell's
thoughts to the exclusion of everything but
the fear that Tommy would get his fingers
, cut oil, since he would persist in letting them
PROJECT beyond the elge of the window.
4 AT Saratoga, the baggage had 10 be shift
cd from the cars 10 stage coach, and Mrs.
Fell was desired 10 identify hers. This she
did very readily, until the large band. box
was in question. That article proved very
difficult to recognize, for it had unfortunately
been squeezed into the shape of the shield of
Achilles, the stray flutes of lace and loops of
ribbon which had escaped through numerous
breaks serving for border.
'Oh, my caps my caps = siehed the dis
consoale pilgrim, who was not SO Indiiler.
ent TO the things of this world as piprlms
should be. What shall do! They are
ruined entirely
Sure an such a good-lookin' lady as
yerselt doesn't need any caps and the like
O. that to set her of said jolly Irish
man who stood by; and with such consola-
ZION The good looking lady was obliged to be
content though she dm groan when she saw
them hold The band-box up edscwdys.
Deep, sandy roads, and not very easy
coaches, TO G!en's Falls-celebrated as the
driver informed his passengers, for having
been the scene of one of Cooper's novels
Ii is most romantic rocky dell, certainly;
and if it had not been for the band box Mrs.
| Pell would have been delighted with the