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D'Ri and I by Irving Bacheller
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me. We ate hurriedly, and when we had risen the horses were at the
door. As to my own, a tall chestnut thoroughbred that Mr. Parish
had brought over from England, I never saw him in finer fettle. I
started Seth by Caraway Pike for Ogdensburg with the count's
message.

Mine host laid hold of my elbow and gave it a good shake as I left
him, with D'ri, taking a trail that led north by west in the deep
woods. They had stuffed our saddle-bags with a plenty for man and
horse.

I could not be done thinking of the young ladies. It put my heart
in a flutter when I looked back at the castle from the wood's edge
and saw one of them waving her handkerchief in a window. I lifted
my hat, and put my spurs to the flank with such a pang in me I
dared not look again. Save for that one thing, I never felt
better. The trail was smooth, and we galloped along in silence for
a mile or so. Then it narrowed to a stony path, where one had
enough to do with slow going to take care of his head, there were
so many boughs in the way.

"Jerushy Jane!" exclaimed D'ri, as he slowed down. "Thet air's a
gran' place. Never hed my karkiss in no sech bed as they gin me
las' night--softer 'n wind, an' hed springs on like them new wagins
ye see over 'n Vermont. Jerushy! Dreamed I was flyin'."

I had been thinking of what to do if we met the enemy and were hard
pressed. We discussed it freely, and made up our minds that if
there came any great peril of capture we would separate, each to
take his own way out of the difficulty.
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