The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-07-31

sound was she nsrcs peuHiin{ = lhi
iron ho6fs on Vie fock-faced rod, The
fo&s VI the wheels and the frantic creak-
ing Of the leathern-sprinTed coach - u
rocked like tempestrtossed vessel
On neither side did Anything take
|dehnite s6ap We moved, Is Il we're,
between two great walls Of darkness.
somewhat IS are seen in . swift rail-
way train when passing through mar.
row gorge. There was 10 difference be-
tween the wall 81 rock on one side and
}-eks- As,14s- .an--4she. askAa--. .enntinped
sszRdfng, riffgag % ~ saIsszssssss 81
with deadly clasp, possessed BY 4
vague impression that jump must be
made at some approaching crisis. ! have
an indistinct impression that the woman
in the drivers seat, had both her arma
about the. waist OF ste Engiishman. and
that he STOOD with his face to the wall
- the left, and chung to the railing Of
the seat, like drowning man to .
storm-tossed spar.
recall that we seemed scarcely to
touch the ground; that we few; that our
movement was one Of vast leaps, in which
We struck the ground with resounding
clash like a vessel in STORM when its
|-bowi is met BY a mighty wave. ''-'-''
The air pushed against my face as If
1t were some demoniacal energy trying
to wrench me from the coach. All the
time, in my bazy consciousness, the
rock which had noticed in the dis
tance lying apparently across the road,
was impending death felt IL was the
fate which tnefaced us; it was black
wall against which we would break, and
decentralization
have no notion of the time; 1t might
have been second, it might have been
century, for aught that Iecomprehend
ed during our descent | can only recall
that we went rocking, laundering down
the steep grade. and Neutrality-suspicious.
ness.
Here the dark man stopped his mar
ration as IL there were no more to say.
You weren't killed, evidently" said
one OF the listeners. "What else hap
pened?'
Nothing much. When / came to
myself we we're in front of a ranch used
for station. The coach was stopped,
and several men were running toward
US from the stables. The road along the
| precipice widened into broad level
space. The four white horses stood
with dropping heads, in front of the
coach, and we're hardly visible through
the dense cloud of steam which rose
from their heaving bodies. The driver
was sitting in his seat, his elbows on
his knees, his chin resting on his hands,
and himself as impressive as ii cut in
MARBLE"
''How about that rock you were going
to smash up against; that's what / d like
to know"
THAT'S what I'd like to know my
SELF replied the dark man. Il believe,
however, that just where we rounded
the rock there was deep impression in
the road on the side next to the wall,
and it was the dip Of the wheels in this
hollow which prevented the coach
swinging outward so that, as it righted,
we had passed in the open place just a
few feet from the gulch. 1t. was the
tremendous shock as tho wheels plunged
into the depression, and the thought we
had struck the rock and l was killed
which made me insensible."
Anybody hurt?"
Not even hair of one of our heads.
The driver landed US in as good con-
dition as we are at this minute in this
room. We made up purse for him on
the spot of $500, and the company made
him present OF thousand more.
That's all I'm off. Goodnight. p,
Poliuto in Chicago Herald.