Alice Wilde: The Raftsman's Daughter — page 125: what you’re looking at

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THANKSGIVING.. ce “Let us at least,” said the clergyman, who was standing by, “be reminded of our duty by this humble colored woman —let us offer up thanks for our wonderful preservation.” - All knelt, except the disabled raftsman, while the minister offered up a heartfelt thanksgiving, when the party set forth into the tangled forest again. Alice, who had been overcome more by anxiety than by fatigue, was so recruited, that she insisted upon going with Philip. Her familiarity with the woods she thought would enable her to trace the way to the spot where Ben would doubtless be found a corpse; the fact that he was high up in the branches of a tall tree when the tempest struck the spot, making it almost certain that he was destroyed. Two or three foresters, Raymond, and Philip, followed their guide, as she wound through and climbed over matted branches and fallen trunks, pausing occasionally for some trace of the familiar aspect of yesterday. In many places the forest looked actually as if a band of giant reapers had passed that way and mowed down the trees in mighty swaths. Again, when the tornado had taken a more whirl- ing moment, the great trunks would be twisted and snapped off in long splinters, ten or twelve feet from the ground. An overwhelming sense of the terrific power of their unwelcome visitor oppressed them, as they beheld its ravages in the broad daylight. “And yet, dear Philip, it may have been sent by Provi- dence to save me from a fearful fate—or at least, it did save me, and I am grateful—oh, so grateful,” whispered the young wife, as Philip assisted her over a huge tree Bee lay, torn up by the roots, across their path. “Tt must have been somewhere about here,” she said, presently. “T am- sure [I have no idea of the locality,” answered Philip. “Yes! there is the ledge of rock, and the cavern into which he thrust me. Poor Ben! I forgive him all. I hardly dare go on—I am afraid I shall see some dreadful sight ;”’ and she shuddered. 7 ‘* Perhaps ya had better rest — while we search this vicinity closely.” “Oh, no! Iam too nervous to be left alone. I will keep Ccomiclbooks.co