Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1863-12-02

Emma's despair was fearful to witness, and
| in her passionate grief she upbraided US for
| allowing the victim to perish, unhelped be-
| fore our eyes; but human aid was useles.
| there, and We could but remain spectators OF
what We were powsrlsss 10 prevent. At
every fresh fash, We could see by the vivid
/ though momentary light, the horse sinking
| deeper and deeper. The moist sand was ID
/ to his withers nova few short moments and
it reached his neck; now the horse was Who'll
| ly lost to sight, and the rider was waist-deep
| in the quagmire, sinking, still sinking, as ii
| dragged down by some viewless monster be-
| low into living grave. And the sea came
| on-triumphant relentless-its blue wall
| curling and frothing as it ran arrow-swift
| over the strand, and already foamy line OF
shallow waite had reached to within few
| yards Of the spot where Harry remained
| helpless.
Another flash. The line of foamy water
| crept snake-like on, reached Harry, passed
| him, and rolled on far to landward, and line
| after line, streak after streak, came in the
deepening water, and then rolled on the low
| blue wall; and still the quicksand gaped, IN
satate, for its prey.
| 1t was up to his armpits now, the water
| and presently another flash showed the poor
| wretch, his head alone above the salt flood,
| with face deadly pale, and eyes that glared,
| hIiilS SLdotlN, III Tue luIlu SiON Ol the
| lightning; while the lips seemed to moye-but
whether in prayer to Heaven, or a hopeless
| cry for aid, can never be known. No sound
| reached Us. The rain was blindingly thick,
| and the wind rayed as it swept the hurrying
| clouds before it. There was longer pause
| than usual between the flashes. To our I'M
patience it seemed as if the dreadful dark
ness endured for ages.
At last it came, broad and bright, the
| fierce flare OF white light but nothing was
visible-nothing but grey sea and white foam,
where the little waves began TO toss and curl,
and the curling wall of blue ran shorew ard.
| We strained our eyes, but could see see moth
| ing more. Unwilling to trust our senses,
| anxlously we waited for the next flash and il
| came ; but we saw nothing but waste of sea
| and sky. Henry Hilton was lost forever TO
mems sight until the Judgment Day!
In the agony Of that suspense, had almost
| forgotten my poor sister Her voice had die
| away In sobs, and she had sunk at my feet,
and lay there, crouching. But, when | saw
| that the grave had closed over its victim
| bent to raise Emma, and thought at first that
she was in swoon; but cry of dismay from
one of the party aroused me TO a new fear.
| We lifted Emma tenderly, and by the light OF
| the carrlage-lamps, saw the signs of the mis-
| chief L had dreaded, only too plainly. Poor
| girl, the white handkerchief she had waved
| so long was pressed to her lips now, and
stained with crimson drops that ran heavily
| down, and left a dark stain on the light muslin
| she wore, and on the small white. wrist that
lay passive between my hands.
| Why lnger on the sad story? Suffice il
| that Emma's frail health had not been able to
| endure the anguish Of that hideous scene. A
| blood vessel had given way, and she never
spoke more, and before we reached Avranches
| she was dead.
We buried poor Emma on the very day that
was to have witnessed her union with him
whom she had loved-loved too well to sur
vive his fearful end