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evening passed on, but every moment added to
the restlessness Of the unfortunate captive. Hope
deferred is sickness to the heart, and she was
now suffering that sickness at its worst. She
had that day written to Henry that touching
letter which history has preserved, and every
moment she expected an answer. The suspense
was dreadful The least noise sent the color to
her temples, which, then receding, LEFT her pale
as death.
At last the governor Of the Tower came, q
he did every evening; and the sight Of human
face. and the sound Of human step, were pos
tive relief "Well, Sir Johnl" exclaimed she,
in the strange mood whose hysterical excitement
SO often takes the semblance Of mirth, "the exc
cutioner won't have much trouble with my neck, {"
and she spanned with her fingers her slender
and snowy throat. The governor was silent; he
lacked the heart to tell her that he was the
bearer Of her death-warrant At that moment
packet was given in for the queen. She
snatched II eagerly, but her hand trembled 50
that she could scarcely break the seal A hope
50 dreadful, SO desperate that It was almost fear
yet fingered with her. She opened the scroll,
and out rolled the ring with the true-lovers knot
which she had given to her royal suitor. She
read the lines with the calmness Of despair: thew
were as follow:
"Henry Tudor returns 70 Anna Bolevn the
ring which Lord Percy cave herr
"My fate is sealedl" said the queen with
shudder. It eas sealed iudeed-for the pext
morning saw Anna Boleyn beheaded
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green uniform They carry a short sword, a
rife fastened by broad strap passing over the
shoulder, and clmbing-staif seven feet long with
an iron spike at the end. They move 50 fast in
the snow that no cavalry or infantry canovertale
them, and it does little good to ere cannon balls
at them, as they 60 two or three hundred PAGES
apart They 60 over mountains and marshes,
rivers and lakes, at great rate. r
When King Charles XII. was shot at Freder.
ickshall, skaterunner carried the news four
hundred miles twelve hours sooner than mail
messenger, who went at the same time. There
were then se1en thousand Swedss laying siege
to Drontheim. Whent the news came, they broke
up their quarters and retreated as fast as possible.
They were obliged to 60 over the mountains and
the snow was deep and the weather exceedingly
cold. Two hundred skaterunners followed hard
after them, and came up with them one very cold
morning. But all tho troops were dead, having
been frozen in their tents among the mountain
snOw-drifts. They had burnt every morsel oI
wood, even the stocks Of their muskets, to warm
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cover what he's thinking on, and then without
the word or wave o command, to be on to execute
the wull o his silent thocht whetherit be 10 oweal
sheep. or run down deeper. Hector got sae lik'
me Ofore he deed, that remember when ! wa
owre lazy to gang to the kirk, used to send hin
to take my place in the pew; and the minister
kent nae difference. Indeed he once asked me
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