Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1898-05-26
DREAM
By E. and H. Heron.

hP THE four who had steamed past
the Needless and away under the
back of the Dorsetshire coast six
IOuths before, only two were left. OF
[ese two Lee-Carson was the worst
Le
The fever mist was drawn like silk
eObweb low across the swamp, hid
b the black eye-shaped pools and the
Irrigated putrescence of rotting vege-
den. The heavy air rang with the
bill pinioning of wild-fowl changing
kdr haunts, and the ceaseless "troat-
bat" of the bullfrogs in the quagmires
|nd.
The two men were making a fire on a
Efk green ridge somewhat raised
bre the chilling level of the marsh.
The mist is rising" said Lee-Carson;
D. for a sixth-story atticl"
I'd better go and shoot something
fore it gets any higher" said the
bier man.
What was IT you knocked over down
|He?" nodding back at the swamp.
Only long-beaked atrocity, species
known. A brace of duck or a Wild
bon would suit us better"
Give me flesh and not fowl-the ooze-
h, mud-breasted progeny of this for
llen swamp. Give me corned beef or
srnan sausage, for I'm sick of feath-
3"
Three more days should do it," re-
|rked Grammel, cheerfully. with
pad optimistic glance westward,
here, however, there was no reassur-
break in the dead sea-like level of
khorizon, above which brooded a sui
sunset.
Then go and leave me here with
and ammunition. You can come
* for me afterwards"
til get supper first" said Grammel;
sp the fire in"
When his companion was gone, Lee
ncn lay down beside the shoulder
blaze. and his eyes wandered slow
over the intending vista of seething
~ Presently he began to talk out
|h.
Oammel could reach the highlands
were out of the way. I'm dying any
wand IT seems a pity
a Gay less or more. at sea or shore.
"saie-does II matter when?'
40 II doesn't matter. It's relief.
annel won't leave me, so I'll leave
m
ns crew shotgun towards him.
Loaded for swamp-fowl," he said, as
snapped it and laid it on his knee.
not write a note to you, Grammel.
1Ose you would worry yourself, be-
1901. No, III come to a nicely ar
yea natural end. It's waste to let
men die when death only puts in
yam for one. Grammel win get
Ough this and lecture before the Ge-
IPniN society abo,1t the swamps
NE forests and our scientific re-
sleS and then he'll write a book
sue help Of a female literary
"a, and marry her afterwards, and
=, uerell be little Grammels, and
y be forgotten"
Ien he made his arrangements
ue gun. 1t had a s2-inch bar
suo Lee-Carson's hand was I'M
=! Tor he was very weak. There
1nen the charge sputtered into to
I.a and brush behind his shoulder,
rsnk down insensible.
'een Grammel returned he found
Ne olaekening. and his comrade
aiA ieet tangled in a tuft of grass,
ue gun lying across els chest.
ael examined him hastily.
4 = mat was your little game, was it?
shouldn't have knowni" he ex-
u Its all so like the young ass
=. ne added. gently.
.-,n an hour the night had closed |
H.. ~ Lee-Carson, wrapped up in a
and couple of empty provi-
I. - sat blinking over the FIRE
~. :. urled reeds and the molderfhg |
S OF a forest, and shivered, his
~. cumming with the 20 grains of |
H., winch was to be his garrison
up fever.
w..s' from the other side of the
n. sned him narrowly through the
la, ana wondered how soon it
- safe to make him comfortable
r S-;ls OF his own clothing.
,5 You wouldn't sit there and |
~. Ae night owl, Grarnmel," Lee
Ii va, vas saying fretfully. 81 like
when I've a 90 of this