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The frosty ground creaked beneath her feet, and she trembled at the sound; every quaking leaf and fluttering shadow sent the blood backward to her heart, and quickened her footsteps. She wondered within herself at the strength that seemed to become upon her; for she felt the weight of her boy as if it had been a feather, and every flutter of fear seemed to increase the supernatural power that bore her on, while from her pale lips burst forth, in frequent ejaculations, the prayer to a Friend above-“Lord, help! Lord, save me!” If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, to-morrow morning,- if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o’clock till morning to make good your escape,- how fast could you walk? How many miles could you make in those few brief hours, with the darling at your bosom,- the little sleepy head on your shoulder,- the small, soft arms trustingly holding on to your neck? For the child slept. At first, the novelty and alarm kept him waking; but his mother so hurriedly repressed every breath or sound, and so assured him that if he were only still she would certainly save him, that he clung quietly round her neck, only asking, as he found himself sinking to sleep, “Mother, I don’t need to keep awake, do I?” “No, my darling; sleep, if you want to.” “But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won’t let him get me?” |
