Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-10-31

he gave me the same answer and would
not permit me to take his place. And when,
after u third space of sleep. he allowed me
to come out, saw by the gray light be
tween the trees that the night was past.
Then having piled more wood on the fire,
and handed his stick over to me with in
structions to give him "a crack over the
toes with it IL heard the slightest sounds
or detected any movement in the surround
ing trees, he crawled into the trench, and
in a few minutes was snoring sonorously.
In a couple of hours he came out, pro-
testing that he could sleep no longer, and
having nothing to detain us we recon-
menced our onward march.
i have no need TO dwell on this part of
my history, for further testimony to the
patient courage, generosity and unceasing
kindness of George Gordon is unnecessary,
and nothing occurred to break the terrible
monotOny OF our journey through the
dreary forest until the fourth day of our
escape. In the afternoon of that day we
came upon road cut through the forest
and debouching upon the plain. This dis.
covery threw us into a state Of intense ex,
element. 1t was like a vision of water in
the desert.
Not n soul was in sight, but there were
marks of sledge runners in the snow which
had fallen the day before,
Its not main road-that is evident by
its narrowness," said Gordon, grasping my
hand.
What shall we dor asked. trembling
violently.
IF it only leads to farm, we're all
right. No one would be so inhuman as to
refuse us food, seeing how pinched and
done up we are. If, on the other hand, it
leads to towa-why, then, we stand n
good chance of being made prisoners again.
What do you say to stopping here while !
go on and reconnoiter:"
No. no. II you go on, l will so with
you"
And hope for the best" he added stur.
Oily, pressing my arm to his side and step
ping out.
The road seemed as endless and deserted
as the forest itself. Then, leaning more
and more heavily on Gordon's arm, plod-
ded wearily on, with feet that seemed to
cling to the ground, until my companion,
seeing that my strength was well nigh
spent, said:
I'm done up, my dear girl Let us stop
for the night. We can dream Of having q
| good supper-that will beso satisfaction
and then tomorrow we will realize our
dream"
If We could only go to sleep and never
| wake again" murmured family.
"Ah, you'll not say that when we get a
loaf of black bread and some salt before
u.s." he replied, smackinG his lips. We
craved for nothing beyond that simple
fare.
We made our usual preparations for the
night
Zone more" said Gordon, closing his
| box after taking out a match to light the
| fire.
We sat down on the windward side of
| the blazing sticks and began to pick fir
cones to pieces, having discovered by acct
1 ! ~ 4.
that were eatable. From this engrossinG
| occupation we We're suddenly startled by
| hearing low laugh. and looking up we
| saw man standing near us with a sack
| slunG over one shoulder and heavy stick
in his right hand.
who are yout" cried Gordon, springing
to his feet.
Ivan Dontremember," the man replied
in tolerable English. You've seen me be-
fore-by better fire than this"
As he spoke he pushed back his hood and
thrust out his chin, showing a red beard,
! an impiSh face and a massive Uranium, dis
proportionately large for the size of his
face and perfectly bald. l recognized him
| as the man who had stood beside us by the
| burning kameras.
You've chosen an odd place for your
| fire" he said, with another chuckle, as he
threw down his sack carefully and rested
himself on it. One can see You are nov
/ ices. An old hand ut this sort of thing
one of the large family of Dontremem bers,
for instance-would have taken the pre-
caution to see whether the smoke would
blow into the road or not before lighting
up. But perhaps you are tired of liberty
and swine food. Are you:"
Why do you ask" Gordon demanded.
Because your smoke is blowing straight
! down, and the posthouse is not 100 yards
! distant. The man there has orders to take
prisoner or shoot any refugee that comes
/ within his reach -