That Girl of Johnson's — page 82: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON’S. | 71 The mist was greedy ; it swallowed the deep chasm: it was slowly drawing in the pines above, the narrow path slowly but surely the whole mountain. It would swallow them as mere atoms; the heart of the mountain had given it an - abiding-place ; it coveted the mountain; slowly it bound it in its meshes of flexible gray—flexible, but inexorable. The hands of the men though slow were steady ; they obeyed Green’s commands as though they were powerless of self-thought. They had Johnson up on firm ground and Green after him; they laid the insensible man on the ground with coats for pillows; they forced some cider be- tween his teeth and chafed his brawny hands tenderly as a woman would. Two of them cut down a couple of saplings and lopped off the branches, making the body smooth; these they bound together with two cross pieces; they crossed the rope ina network back and forth. No words were uttered ; they worked in silence with a grimness that } was almost terrible to the watching girl. The rain was, falling steadily now, and dripped through the branches, falling on Johnson’s face; a thin face it was, and haggard, not the face of the man they had last seen at the tavern in jolly good-fellowship two days before. His hands moved gropingly a moment; he opened his eyes and looked vacantly about him; they were hollow eyes and hungry; he recognized no one. Dolores came up shyly, offering no word of sympathy, and with a moan Johnson closed his eyes again. “We must get him home as soon as possible,” Green said, gravely, his eyes on the face of the girl standing silently beside her father. ‘‘He has been without food since the day before yesterday. He lost his way, and fell in the night when he was trying to find his way back after hunting the cow. The moonlight made everything misty, and he did not notice that the path turned sharply, and he slipped over the ledge. He has been lying there on that ledge ever since too weak to make any effort to save him, —GOomichoo cS (E(@) m