Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-02-22

hunger, / hai ilo reason 10 complain, put a
good deal to be thankful for.
1t was not long before / dropped off, and
/ slept soundly, as it seemed to me, for
good long while. But when awoke Cor
don declared that it was not yet time TO
think about changing the watch; so, not
unwiIlingly, but perhaps selhshiy,
dropped off again.
| awoke a second time to find him still
patiently sitting on guard at my feet, but
he gave me the same answer and would
not permit me to take his place. And when,
after a 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 lire,
and handed his stick over to me with in
structions to give him "a crack over the
toes'' with it if heard the slightest sounds
or detected any movement in the surround
ing trees, he crawled into the trench, and
in few minutes was snoring generously.
In 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.
/ have no need to dwell on this part OF
my history, for further testimony to the
patient courage, generosity and unceaslng
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 state Of intense ex-
element. 1t was like vision of water in
the desert.
Not a soul was in sight, but there were
marks of sledge runners in the snow which
bad fallen the day before.
Its not main road-that is evident by
It's narrowness," said Gordon, grasping my
hand
"What shall we dof7 l asked, trembling
violently
IF it only leads to a 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 a town-why, then, we stand
good chance Of being made prisoners again
What do you say to stopping here while i
10 on and reconnoiterf'
mo, no. If you 90 on, / will go 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 YEARLY on, with feet that seemed TO
cling to the ground, until my companion,
seeing that my strength was well nigh
spent, said
Ppm done up. my dear girl. Let us STOP
for the night. We can dream Of having q
good supper-that will besome satisfaction
and then tomorrow we will realize ouI
dream"
'If we could only go to sleep and never
wake again. murmured family.
'Ah you'll not say that when we get Q
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,n 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 fin
cones to pieces having discovered by acct
dent that some of them contained seeds
that were eatable. From this engrossine
occupation we were suddenly startled by
hearing low laugh, and looking up We
saw man standing near us with sack
slung over one shoulder and heavy stick
IN his right hand.
who are your cried Gordon, springine
TO his feet
"Ivan Dontremember," the man replied
In tolerable English. You've seen me be
fore-by a better fire than this.
As he spoke he pushed back his hood and
thrust out his chin. showing red beard,
an impish face and massive Uranium, dis
proportionately large for the size Of his
face and perfectly bald 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, Zone can see yen are nov
ices. An old hand at this sort Of thing
one Of the large family of Dontremembers,
for instance-would have taken the pre-
caution to see whether the smoke would
up. But perhaps you are tired of liberty
and swine food. Are your"
why do you aski" Gordon demanded.
Because your smoke is blowing straight
down, and the postbouse is not 500 yards
distant. The man there has orders to take
prisoner or shoot any refugee that comes
within his REACH
CHAPTER XXXvL
FREEDOM AT A RUDLE A DAY.