Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1906-08-13

and go straight ahead we'd do better:
They progressed in this fashion for
some distance. Then Miss Davis, from
the curtained depths of the back seat
spoke again.
"Oh, dear mer' she exclaimed. "Are
you sure you're on the right track?
Seems IS if we must be abreast the
station. and this roads awful rough
Captain Perez had remarked the
roughness of the road. The carryall
was pitching from one hummock to an
other, and Horace Greeley stumbled
once or twice. -
whoa. - commanded the captain
Then he got down. lit a match. and,
shielding it with his hands, scrutinized
the ground. I'm kind of 'fraid,' he
said presently, that we've got off the
road somehow. But we must be bout
opposite the crossin'. I'm goin' to drive
down and see if I can find it."
|. He turned the horses head at right
angles from the way they were going,
and they pitched onward for another
| hundred yards. Then they came out
upon the hard, smooth sand, and heard
the water tapping on the shore. Cap
tain Perez got out once more and
walked along the strand, bending for
ward as he walked. Soon Miss Pa
tience heard him calling.
| Eve found it, guess he said, COM
ing back to the vehicle. Anyhow, it
looks like it. Well be over in few
minutes now. Git dap, you"
Horace Greeley shivered as the cold
water splashed his legs, but waded
bravely in They moved farther from
the shore and the water seemed to
grow no deeper.
"Guess this is the crossin all right"
said the captain, who had cherished
some secret doubts. Here's the deep
part comm Well be across in a jiffy."
The water mounted to the hubs, then
to the bottom of the carryall. Miss
Davis feet grew damp and she drew
them up.
.'Oh, Perez she faltered, ARE you
sure this is the ford Z"
Don't git scared, Pashy! 1 guess
maybe we've got little to one side of
the track I'll turn round and try
again"
But Horace Greeley was of differ
ent mind. From long experience he
knew that the way to cross a ford
was to go straight ahead. The bottom
Of the carryall was awash.
Port your hellum, you lubberH'
shouted the driver, pulling with ali his
might ON one rein. "'Heave to! Come
bout Jibe! Consarn you! JibeH'
Then Horace Greeley tried to obey
orders, but it was too late. He en-
deavored to touch bottom with his fore
legs, but could not; tried to swim with
his hind onesy.But fodhd that impos
. sible; then waX4Eed wildly to one Side
2 and snapped 81 shaft and the rotter
4 whifletree short off, The carryal
tipped alarmingly and Miss Patienc.
screamed.
"Whoa!" yelled the agitated Perez
J "'Vast heavin', Belayr'
, The animal, as much frightened by
his drivers shouts as by the water
shot ahead and tried to tear himself
loose. The other sun warped and rotte1
shaft broke. The carryall was nov
floating, with the water covering thu
1 floor.
mo use; I'll have to cut away tn,
q wreck or We'll be on our beam ends,
I shouted the captain.
5 He took out his jackknife and, reach
ing over, severed the traces Horac
Greeley gave another wallow and, find
. ing himself free, disappeared in tn
darkness amid a lather of foam. Th
q carriage, now we'll out in the channe
" drifted with the current
Don't cry, Pashy," said the captain
endeavoring to cheer his sobbing com