The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-11-14

was around bed of the river. When 1
commenced more vigorously a musket
was fired from the forest, the ball graz
ing her face.
Unto the bottom of the boat!
Quick" l cried. Down, Miss Essex. -
She obeyed, crouching with admirable
self-control, while l rested on the cars.
But you, but you, Major Sedley?"
Another report, with the splash over
the bow, told me it was not a chance
shot; that it was from Indians. or other
marauders-of whom the unsettled
country had many-or from an outpost
of General Gates.
On the latter chance [ called:
Il have heaved to. What do you
want?"
For answer had a blow in the side
that tumbled me over, when one oar
slipped. The other 1 clutched with
hardly strength enough, for it, too, was
slipping, while l knew a horrid faint
ness
They have shot you" said RATHER
inc Essex, springing up from the bot
tom of the boat and Selling the other
car before it was in the water.
I'm tumbled over, Miss Essex" I
managed to say. But don't stand up
in that way. You'll be shot
Let them shoot, the cowards," she
cried. Let me see where you are hurt. u
II am all right
You are not" said she, moving for
ward and lifting my head. "Oh, the
| horrid blood
She leaned forward, tearing a strip
from her skirt, and then undid my coat
kneeling beside me, while the boat
| floated. No further shots followed from
our skulking enemy, who probably
| believe noW-Was some Indian. Nor did
! we hear the boat in front.
The coward" said she, staunchine
the blood with her handkerchief, and
then binding it on with the strip OF
cloth she had torn from her skirt.
II wish l knew what to do. We
haven't anything. When we started
there was not a drop of wine or spirits
| left
Il am such a fool" I cried.
BE quiet, poor boy said she softly
| I heard her voice and was conscious
| that my head was in her lap, and then
! sound and sight faded, and I was in g
! dreamless sleep from which [ seemed
! to wake, to dream, or know coul6
not tell which.
And 1 was lying on the turf by the
river bank Her hands smoothed my
brow, her voice brought me heart, an6
the dream passed and [ saw, while the
! morning sun lay in the rivers depths
l was not dreaming.
You are alive, then?'
And where?"
by the river bank. Do not try t.
talk"
And how did I get here?"
She laid her cloak on some moss
from which she made a pillow.
Il brought YOU
And how?"
by padding
why did you not leave me in tn,
boat?"
There was too much motion 70
your wound"
Poor girl!' said l. What night 0
exposure this has been for your
Il have not minded said she; "onl,
when you frightened me by making m
think you dead"
You would have been dead if
hadn't staunched the wound.
But you dislike me-"
Stop said she. You must no
talk 1 dislike only your opinions
"Tll talk. act 1 can't leave you t
to raise myself.
But I had not calculated on the los
of blood, for 1 was forced to yield t
Don't said she. Don't try-yet.
l watched her figure against the sky
the river at her feet.
I'VE must have help. No one passes
No one WILL she said. Was this TIL
hysterical girl of the Burgoyne camp
She scanned the river, returning t
where L lay.
"Will you forgive me should 1 leav
you?"
And why?"
I cannot do for you alone"
but what may happen to you?"
I don't care
II do, said l.
If you care, be quiet then. I'll b
back
Don't GO
She leaned over me, fixing the band
age. l could feel her breath, and
could not help i'll caught her han
and pressed ii to my lips.
How dare you?" she cried, spring
ing up, and as red as the low sun be
hind the October river mists.
Forgive mer'
You took advantage-an mnfai
one"