Continental Monthly, Vol. II. July, 1862. No. 1. by Various
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the dog back at once, and go on by ourselves.'
'But if bound for the Station, why should he wade through the creek here, sis miles out of his way? Why not go straight on by the road?' I asked. 'Because he knew the dog would track him, and he hoped by taking to the run to make me think he had crossed the country instead of striking for the railroad.' I felt sure the Colonel was wrong, but knowing him to be tenacious of his own opinions, I made no further objection. Directing Sandy to call on Madam P---- and acquaint her with our progress, he then dismissed the negro-hunter, and we once more turned our horses up the road. The next twenty miles, like our previous route, lay through an unbroken forest, but as we left the water-courses, we saw nothing but the gloomy pines, which there--the region being remote from the means of transportation--were seldom tapped, and presented few of the openings that invite the weary traveler to the dwelling of the hospitable planter. After a time the sky, which had been bright and cloudless all the morning, grew overcast and gave out tokens of a coming storm. A black cloud gathered in the west, and random flashes darted from it far off in the distance; then gradually it neared us; low mutterings sounded in the air, and the tops of the tall pines a few miles away, were lit up now and then with a fitful blaze, all the brighter for the deeper gloom that |
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