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: > = < as. © ee a > “ . os she could, for she was fearful that any deviation from that -line might cause her to travel in a circle, and thus bring her back to the house. The girls made slow progress, for it was . Very difficult to walk through the thick darkness, and they were continually stumbling or running against some obstruc- tions, and scratching and bruising themselves; but they safely reached the forest, where Kate. kneeled down, and audibly thanked God for their escape from the murderous savages. =‘ “ You must take sister’s hand now, Benny, and must walk . 88 well as you can, for you are too heavy to be carried,’ she Said, when she arose from her knees, As she spoke, a yell of disappointment and fury was heard from the house. The Indians had evidently ascended into the garret, and had discovered that they had lost their prey. Startled by this fearful sound, Martha commenced to run, but was seized and detained by her cousin. “ Keep cool!” said Kate. “ The Indians will try to pursué us, I suppose, but it is not likely that they can follow us in _ the darkness. If we hurry, we will be as likely as not to run toward them.” Kate again took the lead; holding Benny by the hand, and Pressed on through the close forest and the dense night, with Martha behind her and holding her dress. CHAPTER IV. BESIEGED. _ “ How dark it is to-night!’"said Mrs. Ryeburn, as she was _ Beated in her room, occupied with her knitting. “Dark !” exclaimed her husband, who was standing at the Open door. “ Tuat is no name for it. It is as black as the 3 Mouth of the pit—as black as Simon Atlee’s heart. I never the like before, and I have had some experience of dark - Rights.” “Do you think it is darker than last night, Jacob ?” _“ Yes, indeed. I thought it couldn't be possib’s, anshieken;,