Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-04-30
A RACE FOR LIFE.
BY'ONE OF THE ACTORS.
Concluded.

Concluded.
With sweep, the horse turned in spite
Of me. The left runner struck high on the
roots of pine, and the sleigh swung over
like flash, burying us in deep snow. Away
sped the horse, and my heart sank as I
heard his quick footsteps dying out towards
home
The maddened pack had followed the
horse, and shot by us as we were thrown
out upon the bank, for number of rods
A shrek from Carry arrested them in their
career; in an instant they were upon us. 1
gave one long desperate shout, in the hope
of arousing the folks in the cabin. [ had
no time to shout again. Their breath
burned upon me, and their dark mass gath
cred around like the shadows of doom.
With broken limb I wildly kept them
at bay for moment, but 6ercer and closer
surged the gnashing teeth. Carry lay in
sensible on the ground before me. There
was one more chance. A stunted pine
grew upon the outer edge of the bank, and
shot out nearly horizontally over the river
below, full hundred feet from the surface.
Dashing madly in their their teeth my
cudgel, I yelled with the waning energy of
despair, grasped Carry with one arm, and
dashed recklessly out upon the pine.
thought not Of danger; cared not. braved
one danger to escape greater. reached
the branches. breathed more free as I
heard the fierce howl Of the bafled pack.
I turned my head, and God of mercy!
long shadow was gliding along on the
trunk Of our last refuge. Carry was help
less, and it required all the strength of
despair to hold her and remain upon the
slippery trunk. turned to face the wolf
he was in reach Of my arm. struck with
my fist, and again those fearful jaws shut
with snap, as my hand brushed his head.
With demoniac growl he fastened upon
the shoulder Of Carry. O! for help-for
weapon-foothold on earth, where could
have grappled with the monster.
I heard the long fangs crunch into the
flesh, and the smothered breathing as the
wolf continued to make sure his hold Oh
it was horrible! I beat him over the head,
but he only deigned to growl. I yelled,
wept, cursed, prayed, but the hungry devil
cared not for curses or prayers. His COM
panions were still bowling and whining, and
venturing out upon the pine. l almost
wished the tree would give way.
The wolf still kept his hold upon Garry.
None can dream how the blood Missed and
swept through my knotted veins. At last
the brute, hungry for his prey, gave
wrench and nearly threw me from the pine.
Garry was helpless and insensible. Even
the crunching teeth of the monster did not
awaken her from the deathly swoon into
which she had fallen.
Another wrench was made by the wolf,
and Carry's waist slipped from my aching
grasp, leaving me but the hold upon the
skirt of her dress. The incarnate devil had
released his hold, but, as if aware of the
danger beneath, retained his gripe on the
shoulder of Garry.
The end had come! My brain reeled!
The long body of the wolf hung downward
like dark shadow into the abyss, fast
wearing out my remaining strength. The
blood gushed warmly from my nostrils, and
light danced and flashed across my eyeballs.
The oyertaxed muscles Of the hand would