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150 JOSE. getful of her surroundings, for the path had assumed a quite different aspect from the previous level plain, but she had failed to notice it. The river which had hitherto served to guide her, was foam- ing over broken rocks along a deep channel, and detached pieces of flint, sharp and ragged, were everywhere bursting through the thin layer of grass under the horse’s hoofs, necessitating slow and careful progress. She looked around—the hills were nearer and the character of her surroundings indi- cated the commencement of a rugged mountain scene, appearing more marked along the shores of the stream some distance farther up. It seemed improbable that the path should continue in that direction... She looked back. The fort and its sur- roundings had long since disappeared from view, and as far as she could see through the fog, she could no longer detect any traces of the fresh, green, grassy land that had marked the first few miles of her journey. She shook her head, and turned her horse away from the stream. “Jam sure there must be an available path ina side direction by which we reached the fort, and which I must have overlooked,” she muttered, in- specting her immediate surroundings. “By keep- ing close to the river I shall not lose my way.” She glanced at the sky, where the sun appeared a foggy red orb, and rode away ata right angle with the river. After a five minutes’ ride her eyes were greeted with the sight of a decline in the ground, that wound away through a series of rugged foot- hills like a smooth, green band, and according to Mary’s calculation was running parallel with the stream. Into this she turned with a sigh of relief, Gomichbooks.co m