Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-12-01

as thought Ok Garry. The quiet cabin anl
the happy hearth al home flashed swiftly
through my BRAIN
At that moment dark shadow glidcd NJ
by the side Of our sleigh, and 50 wild anc
devilish yell Ihave never heard since. Ms
flesh crawled on my bones A cold shiyer
ran to my heart and crept to my head a,
though the hairs we're standing on end Two
orbs glared out like demon lights, and could
hear the painting Of the eager beast
Finally grasping the lines and shouting
sharply 70 the horse we shot away
The horse needed no urging. At the act
that internal chorus again burst out in earnest.
and their dark forms leaped in lengtbSned
strides on either side OF rs. The speed was
fearful, and yet the yelling kept pace Turn.
ing to speak to Carry, saw a dark form leap
into the path, and as We sped ahead. his teeth
shut with vice-like snap. missing Garry, and
stripping her shawl from her shoulders
With a shrek she clung to me, and with my
arm saved her from being dragged out Of
her seat.
became maddened-rcckless. shouted
to the horse. now reeking with foam. We
went on at a fearful rate.-The stumps and
roots and uneven places in the road threaten
ed every instant to wreck our sleigh,
Home was three miles distant. 0, for
world to give for home
As the road struck the river bank, it turned
shortly almost on the bank Of fearful prcei-
pice Here was new dauger Il was a dir
icult place, and there was not only danger Of
upsetting, but Of beiug hurried into the river.
There was path across this angle Of land
where logs had been drawn out, Il was
mile nearer this way to a clearing than by the
river. But burst not attempt It with sleigh.
On We sped That Internal pack, neck and
neck with Us, and every now and then jaws
shutting like steel.traps close to our persons.
Once around that angle, and should hope
How maily shouted to the noble brute.
We nearcd the turn il that race for life.
Heavens the Internal devils bad crossed
ahead and hung in dark masses 4 demon
instinct seemed to possess them.
a few rods more The wolves seemed to
feel that we had a chance,l for they howled
more develish than ever
With a sweep the horse turned in spite Of
me- The left runner struck high on the roots
Of a pine, and the sleigh swung over like
fash, burying Us in the new snow Away
sped the horse, and my heart sunk as heard
his quick footsteps dying out toward home.
The maddened pack had followed the horse
and shot By US as we were thrown out upon
the bank, for a number Of rods.
A shrek from Carry arrested them in their
career; in an instant they we're upon Us. 1
gave one long desperate shout in the hope o.
arousing the folks in the cabins. had no
time to shout again. Their hot breath burned
upon me, and their dark masses gathered
around ike the shadows Of doom.
With broken limb, wildly kept them at
at bay for a moment, but fereer and closer
surged their gnashing teeth Carry lay in
sensible on the ground before me. There
was one more chance. A s,unied pine grew
upon the outer edge Of the bank. and shot out
horizontally over the river below. full a hun.
dred feet from the surface
Dashing madly in their teeth with my cud- |
gel, yelled with the warning energy Of dcs. /
pair, grasped Garry with one arm, and dashed /
recklessly out upon the pine. l thought not
Of danger; cared not Ibraved one danger
to escape a greater. I reached the branches.
breathed freer as l heard the fierce howl Of
the baiiled party.
l turned my head, and God Of mercy!
long shadow was gliding along on the trunk Of
our last refuge. Carry was helpless, and it |
required all the strength Of intense despair to
hold her and remain upon the slippery trunk. I
turned to face the wolf-he was within
reach Of my arm. struck him with my fst
and again those fearful jaws shut with a snap,
as my hand brushed his head. With a de-
moniac growl he fastened upon the shouldcr
Of Carry. Oh for help-for a weapon
foothold on earth, where l could have grappled
with the monster.
/ heard the long faDgs craunch into the
flesh and the smothered breathing as the vol
continued to make sure bis hold oh. it was
horrible. beat him over the head, but he
only deigned a munehing growl yelled,
wept, cursed, prayed, but the hungry devil
cared not for curses or prayers. Ills COM
panions still bowling and whining, and ventur-
ing out upon the pine / almost wished the
tree would give way.
The wolf siill kept his hold upon Carry
None can dream how the blood hissed and
s,..,t throu0h my knottel veins. Al lasf the