It's nine o'clock now If he had started before the
fog got there, he would be here by now." I sat and thought
for a moment. Should I say anything about the broken
culvert? "Which way would your daddy come, along the
creek or across the marsh?" "Along the creek." All right
then, no use in saying anything further. "Well, as I
said," I sang out and clicked my tongue to the horses,
"don't worry; better go home; he will come to-morrow" "I
guess so," replied the boy the moment I lost sight of
him and the lanterns.
I made the turn to the southeast and walked my horses.
Here, where the trail wound along through the chasm of
the bush, the light from my cone would, over the horses'
backs, strike twigs and leaves now and then. Everything
seemed to drip and to weep. All nature was weeping I
walked the horses for ten minutes more. Then I stopped.
It must have been just at the point where the grade began;
but I do not know for sure.
I fumbled a long while for my shoes; but at last I found
them and put them on over my dry woollens. When I had
shaken myself out of my robes, I jumped to the ground.
There was, here, too, a film of mud on top, but otherwise
the road was firm enough.
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