Pulp Fiction, 1876 · page 56 of 100
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60 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OR, she were alive; and his heart almost sickened with grief when he thought that she might then be suffering all the horrors of a terrible death, or lying stark and stiff in the dark woods, or dying by inches for the want of some loved one’s hand to’ hold a draught of water to her burning lips. “ Yes, Thede, I will go back with Miss Stump,” he said. “I know I shall be of no assistance to you now. Go, and may God speed you, old friend.” “Thet’s the way. to talk, my boy ; so good-by and a safe return to the Post, is the wishes 0’ yours respectfully.” So saying, the Trailer moved away and was soon lost to view behind a swell in the prairie. ; Frank and Miss Stump turned. their faces southward, and entered the Black Swamp, on their return. to the Post, where they arrived safely about sunset, and joined their friends at— the cache. CHAPTER IX, A SERPENT’S EYES. THERE are times when slumber brings no rest to the wea- ried mind, but rather magnifies all the past troubles through the agencies of dreams. Such was the case with Matiel Prescott. Though she dropped into a sound sleep almost the moment she sunk to the earth, and slept until long after= morning came with its songs of birds, her sleep was any thing but refreshing to her troubled mind. In her dreams she was carried away, far away, and placed alone on an arid desert, te die of hunger and thirst. Her brain seemed on fire, her re collection dimmed. How she came there she knew not, but she attempted to rise and walk, but her limbs were paralyzed. She tried to pray, but her tongue was stiff with thirst, while hunger was gnawing at her stomach like a terrible canker, Far away she could hear the mocking sound of falling water and the carvling of the little birds that seemed rejoicing over her suffering. Nowand then a burning simcom would sweep. across her face, and almost suffocate her; thenaUgiog, Scom| |