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“No,” said Tom; “time was when I would; but the Lord’s given me a work among these yer poor souls, and I’ll stay with ‘em and bear my cross with ‘em till the end. It’s different with you; it’s a snare to you,- it’s mor’n you can stand,- and you’d better go, if you can.” “I know no way but through the grave,” said Cassy. “There’s no beast or bird but can find a home somewhere; even the snakes and the alligators have their places to lie down and be quiet; but there’s no place for us. Down in the darkest swamps, their dogs will hunt us out, and find us. Everybody and everything is against us; even the very beasts side against us, and where shall we go?” Tom stood silent; at length he said, “Him that saved Daniel in the den of lions,- that saved the children in the fiery furnace,- Him that walked on the sea, and bade the winds be still,- He’s alive yet; and I’ve faith to believe he can deliver you. Try it, and I’ll pray, with all my might for you. By what strange law of mind is it that an idea long overlooked, and trodden under foot as a useless stone, suddenly sparkles out in a new light, as a discov- ered diamond? Cassy had often revolved, for hours, all possible or probable schemes of es- cape, and dismissed them all, as hopeless and impracticable; but at this moment there flashed through her mind a plan, so simple and feasible in all its details, as to waken an instant hope. |
