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A STRUGGLE AND ITS RESULT. ao _ which bound the ends gave way—and the old man, In an aim- Jess effort to save himself, grappling the ruffian convulsiveiy by _ the neck, both together fell crackling and crashing among the Pushes which grew from the sides of the deep abyss. One wild _ parill scream of mortal terror burst from their lips as they de- #cended—and then all was still! And the peddler, who ran in- stantly to the spot, received no reply to the loud call which he shouted down the glen, nor could he hear any sound as he bent his ear over the edge of the bridge, save the faint murmur “f the little-stream that rippled on its cogrse nearly a hundred feet be- low. The bushes which here and there projected from the steep banks of the cleft would have prevented him from seeing to the bottom, had it been noonday ; and now, in the gathering twi- light, they gave an obscurity to the air in the narrow and dis- mal-looking valley that added to the feelings of awe created by the tragical event. Two or three times he repeated his call; and as his voice died away, the deep silence that each time suc- ceeded produced in the bosom of the sturdy peddler a sensation hot unlike the creeping of fear. ‘To descend into the hollow by ‘the craggy and almost precipitous banks was not to be under- taken ; and there was ho speedier wey of affording succor to “those ‘who had fallen (if they yet lived) than by pursuing the road to Adrianopolis. Never before did Nathan Dodge drive with such fury down the spur of the bluff as on this occasion. But he waa. doomed to experience, before he reached the bot- tom, the truth of the saying, * the more haste, the less speed.” His wagon, unused to being jolted at so rough a rate over the stony and uneven road, vem de down. This accident, however, did not much deiay his progress, as_he barely aused to strip _ the harness from his horse, when, throwing himself upon its buck, he galloped on toward the village. On reaching Adrian- , _ the alarm was soon spread, anc in afew minutes a party _ of more than twenty villagers were on their way to the ravine ~ into which Sedley and Overton had been precipitated. — The 7! wom returned but brief answers to the questions ask of him in relation to the affray which had been so fearfully terminated ; that had recently re- sulted from his over-readiness to tattle, _ Own reasons for saying little about the strap. The party, ia the mean while, moved as quickly up the hollow way as the na- _ ture of the ground would pe and in something less than _ taree hours after the accident occurred, reached that part of the _ Favine which, far above, was spanned by the bridge whence _ Bedigy and Overton had fallen “ rie La ah iy i” A x CPR: or 7 Iya 2. — ‘nals 4 - Wipe ee Ce ee Ae eee, ¢ comicbooks.com Sn _ oS Ae eae “ ze