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FLIGHT. 129 “J did. But I wouldn’t use it ’gainst any of dem. I Vought of painters, or wolves, maybe, in de woods.” “ And I have.a knife,” continued Maum Guinea. “ Here, Rose, put dese yere biscuits in your pocket—mine is full. Come along.” a She strode on as rapidly as if the sun lighted her footsteps, followed by Hyperion, dragging Rose by the hand, who had to run to keep up with them. Fantastic clouds, rugged and black, fled across the starlit sky—not more swiftly and vio- lently than the poor fugitives beneath fled across the open fields. When they came to the edge of the great forest, they paused for a moment. a “Which way?” whispered Maum Guinea. “Towards de lake,” replied Hyperion. “ Dar is a cave I found one day, clost by de water. W’en it begins to get day- light, I can find it, and we can crawl in dar.” “ Oh, dear! w'at af dar were painters in dar, ’Perion ?” The young man pressed the trembling fingers of the timid girl—poor creature! so cowardly, so superstitious, so sensitive to cold and darkness, it was no wonder she trembled with fright and chilliness. The firm grasp of his hand reassured her, as they entered the gloomy wood. The real difficulties of the flight were just begun. Not a gleam of the dim starlight penetrated the shadows, except at intervals, where it would glimmer upon the water of treacherous marshes. Stumbling over logs, becoming entangled in brushwood, with nothing but instinct, as it were, to tell them the direction they should take, they made their way slowly and painfully; in doubt then, if they were really going toward the take, but anxious, at all events, to get as far into the forest as possible, before the daylight should come to the aid of their pursuers. If they had ventured to light a pine-knot torch, they might have made much more rapid progréss, and been sure of their eonmnicboolks. conn