Mrs. Bob: A Novel — page 179: what you’re looking at

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THE WALKING WAS GOOD. 171 western hills—it 1s such a sensible idea that their ex- ample is soon copied by several others on the stalled train, which, by the time it pulls into Fayette, will have few passengers aboard. It is not more than a mile they have to tramp, and with fair walking they reach the town at about ten minutes after four. Bob immediately makes inquiries regarding a livery stable, and finds what he seeks near at hand. Already they realize that the chances are they can- not make anything by this move, bright though it seemed at the time—that had they waited for the evening train to Gordonville it would have been well. However, they have gone too far to retreat now, and must proceed. | At least fortune favors them in securing a good pair of horses, and a driver who knows the hilly country around like a book. ‘They are assured it is a rough mountain ride, but remain undaunted. Away they go. Bob’s wife is full of enthusiasm with regard to the venture. A ride over the mountains of her native State pleases her. At first all goes well. Their horses are fresh and they make good time across the valley. One range of hills is ascended—the view from the top, looking backward, is sublime, for the beautiful valley lies there bathed in the mellow glow of afternoon sunshine, the trees masses of orange and bright red. A look ahead is really appalling when the fact is taken into consideration that they must continue CONNIE OOS.) im