Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 12: what you’re looking at

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414 FOGHORN PHIL. new terrors to the soul of the girl, 2 began to snow! Great flakes, fleecy and. damp, fell at first, but they soon grew smal- ler and thicker, and fell faster and faster. Surrounded by the gloom of night and close pressed by a host of hungry wolves, this strange couple now became storm- riders. They were, however, traveling across the wind, else they would have been unable to journey at all. Faster and faster, thicker and thicker fell the snow, until the air seemed almost packed with the crystal flakes. The earth was soon enshrouded in its wintry robe, and now agninst the ghostly background, that mass of jostling, suarling wolves could be seen pressing close upon the heels of the rideys’ horses, “My God, Herman !” at length the girl broke forth, “ why did we ever venture forth upon this journey ?” - A low, strange laugh, that chilled the heart of Camilla, came slowly from the bearded lips of the storm-rider; then all relapsed into a mysterious silence again. They soon reached the banks of the Powder river, but dia not halt. The stream was frozen over, and oy down *? the bank, they galloped across and sped on toward the dark pass in the Panther Hills. And still the snow fell thick and fast, and the surging wind and the snarling of that living tide behind, mingled with tbat steady crunch, crunch of the animals’ feet in the light, crispy snow—all seemed to Camilla like the sounds one hears in a horrible dream. Horses and riders soon became enveloped in a sheet of spotless white, and now, like an old snow-god, the man ap- peared with his great black beard and hairy coat loaded down with the white frosty crystal of the storm. | No word or complaint fell from the young girl’s lips; and yet it was an awful night for sich a frail, tender creature to be abroad upon such a plain, weary miles from a solitary hab- itation, and withstand the terrors of such a storm with such self-sacrificing resignation. Her companion never inquired after her comfort; he seemed fully aware of her indomitable will and power of endurance, and with his face looking ever ahead, valloped on and on. The snow deepening upon the plain made it more labori- commiclbooks.conm