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laughing. “So, goodbye, Eliza; good-bye, George; the Lord grant thee a safe jour- ney;” and, with a few tripping steps, Ruth was out of the apartment. A little while after supper, a large covered wagon drew up before the door; the night was clear starlight; and Phineas jumped briskly down from his seat to ar- range his passengers. George walked out of the door, with his child on one arm and his wife on the other. His step was firm, his face settled and resolute. Rachel and Simeon came out after them. “You get out, a moment,” said Phineas to those inside, “and let me fix the back of the wagon, there, for the women-folks and the boy.” “Here are the two buffaloes,” said Rachel. “Make the seats as comfortable as may be; it’s hard riding all night.” Jim came out first, and carefully assisted out his old mother, who clung to his arm, and looked anxiously about, as if she expected the pursuer every moment. “Jim, are your pistols all in order?” said George, in a low, firm voice. “Yes, indeed,” said Jim. “And you’ve no doubt what you shall do, if they come?” “I rather think I haven’t,” said Jim, throwing open his broad chest, and taking a deep breath. “Do you think I’ll let them get mother again?” During this brief colloquy, Eliza had been taking her leave of her kind friend, Rachel, and was handed into the carriage by Simeon, and, creeping into the back |
