Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1858-06-25

pon--for foothold on earth, where
could grapple with the monster.
heard the long fangs craunch into
the flesh, and the smothered breathing as
he continued to make sure his hold. Oh
it was horrible beat him over the
head, but he only deigned munching
growl. | yelled, wept, cursed, prayed,
but the hungry devils cared not for curses
or prayers. His companions were still
bowling and whining and venturing out
upon tile pine. ] almost wished the tree
would give way.
The wolf still kept his hold upon Garry.
None can dream how the blood biAsed
and swept through ,my knotted veins. =
At last the brute, hungry for his prey
gave a wrench and .nearly threw me from
the pine. Garry was helpless and in
sensible. Even the craunching 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 not released his hold, but as if aware
of the danger beneath, retained his grip
on the shoulder of Garry.
The end had come! Ny brain reeled
the long bony form 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 lights danced and
flashed across my eyeballs. The over
taxed muscles of the hand would relax
and as instantly close convulsively upon
the eluding skirt. / heard tearing, as
if of stitches. The black mass writhed
and wrenched as if to deepen the hold.
A sharp cracking mingled with the hum
ming noise in my head, and the dress
parted at the waist. Ishrieked as heard
the swoopiug sound of the fall of the
black devil and his victim. As they
shot down into the darkness, l heard
something like the bay of the old house
dog and the firing of guns, but nothing
more.
Weeks and months passed away before
the fearful delirium quite left me. Ire
turned to consciousness in my fathers
cabin, an emaciated creature, as helpless
as child. My youth had passed away,
and | was prematurely old. The raven
black locks of twenty years had changed
to the silyery ones Of eighty years of age.
Look at this arm that chung to Carry Z
II Il withered, have meyer raised II
since Chat night. In my dreams feel
again that fearful night, and awake, CO.
vered with tho cold clammy sweat that
gathered on me while on that pine.
The neighing Of the horse, as he dash
ed into the clearing, had aroused the
people at home The empty, and bro
ken sleigh told the brief story. The
bowling of the wolves arose on the blast,
and with guns and the old house dog they
rushed to the scene. They found me
senseless on the trunk of the tree, cover
cd with blood, and a wolf feeling his
way on an icy branch towards me. In
turning at the sound of their approach
he slipped and went down upon the ice.
Our people looked long for Carry Ma
son, but did not find her till next morn
ing. They went down on the ice, and
found her corpse. The wolves had
not picked her crushed bones-I thanked
God for that. The fall had partially
broken the ice, and the oozing water had
frozen and fastened her long black hair
as it floated out. The wolf had not re-
leased his death grasp. for bis teeth we're
in her pure, white shoulder.
The spring sunshine, and birds, and
green leaves, had come again, as l tot
tered out My sisters led me to a grave
on the rivers bank--thc grave of all my
youthful hopes, and all / loved. The
wild flowers were only starting or the
mound. / blessed them, for they we're
blooming over tho grave Of Carry.