The Greenville enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1870-1873, 1871-08-02

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Yes. We have begun the as.
cent?
"Is it not eaid to be danger
ousF' 4 - ass
/" BY no means, / replied, in as
easy tone as could assume. (
~ only wish it was daylight SO
that we might enjoy the mountain
scenery. Bat what's that 2" and
she covered her eyes from sheet
of lightning that illustrated the
rugged mountain with brilliant in.
tensi.y. slsa&
Peal after peal of thunder in
stantly succeeded; there was q
heavy volume of rain coming down
at each thunder burst, and with
the deeper agony, breaking upon
our ears. / found that the coach
had come to a dead hault.
Louise, my beautiful fellow trav.
eller became pale as ashes. Size
fixed her eyes on mine with a look
of anxious dread, and turning to
her father she hurriedly remark
cd:
We are on the mountains"
reckon we are" was the uI.
concerned reply.
With instructive activity, / put
my head through the window and
called to The driver, but the only
answer was the moaning Of an ami.
NAL. borne past me by the swift
winds of the tempest. seized the
handle OF the door and strained in
vain--it would not yield. At that
instant felt q cold hand in mine,
and heard Louise family articulate
in my ear the following appalling
words
~"The coach is moving back.
wards"
Never shall forget the fierce
agony with which 1 tugged at
the coach door, and called ON the
driver in torres that rivaled the
fierce blast ofstne teuIpoe. Will.
the conviction was bringing in my
brain that the coach was being
slowly moved backward
What followed was of such swift
occurrence, that it seems to me
like a frightful dream.
| rushed against the door with
all my force, but it withstood my
utmost efforts. One side of our
vehicle was sensibly going down,
down. down. Tho moaning of the
agonized animal became deeper,
and l knew from his desperate
plunges that it was one of our
horses. Crash upon crash of thun.
der rolled over the mountain, and
vivid flashes of lightning played
over our heads. By its light |
could see for a moment the old
planter standing erect, with hands
on his son and daughter, his eyes
raised to heaven and his lips NOV
ing as in prayer. / could see
Louise and her ashy check toward
me as if inploring assistance and
| could see the bold glance of the
boy flashing indignant defiance at
the war Of elements and the awful
danger that awaited him. There
was roll, q desperate plunge, q
harsh, grating jar, a shaYp pierc-
ing scream of mortal terror, and
bad but time to clasp Louise firm
ly with one hand around her waist,
and seized the fastenings attached
to the coach roof with the other,
when we were precipitating over
the prccipicc.
l can distinctly recollect pre-
serving consequences for a few
seconds of time, how rapidly my
breath was being exhausted but OF
that tremendous descent l soon lost
all further knowledge by q concus.
sion so violent that was instantly
deprived of sense and motion.
The traveller paused. HIS feat.
ures worked for n moment or two
as they did when we were on the
mountain he passed his hands
across his forehead a. if in pain,
and then resumed his thrilling mar.
rative.
| On a low couch in an humble
room of q small country hou G,
next opened my eyes in this world
Of light and shade, my Joy and
sorrow, mirth and madness. Gen.
tie hands soothed my pillow, gen
tie feet glided across my chamber,
and q gentle voice for time hush.
ed all my questionings. / was
kindly tended by fair young girl
of about sixteen, who refused for q
while to hold any discourse with
me. At length, one morning,
finding myself sufficiently recover
ell to sit mp, insisted on knowil 4
the result of the, accident. :
"You were discovered" said
she, "sittipg on q ledge of rocks
amidst the branches of a shattered
tree, clinging to the roof OF your