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Emmeline shuddered.
The two remained some time in silence. Cassy busied herse
with a French book; Emmeline, overcome with the exhaustion,
fell into a doze, and slept some time. She was awakened by loud
shouts and outcries, the tramp of horses’ feet, and the baying of

| dogs. She started up with a faint shriek.
| “ Only the hunt coming back,” said Oassy coolly; “‘ never fear.
| Look out of this knot-hole. Don’t you see ‘em all down there?
_ Simon has to give it up for this night. Look, how muddy his
| horse is, flouncing about in the swamp; the dogs, too, look rather
crest-fallen. Ab, my good sir, you'll have to try the race again
and again—the game isn’t there.”
“Oh, don’t speak a word!” said Emmeline; “what if they,

should hear you ?”
“If they do hear anything, it will make them very particular
to keep away,” said Cassy. ‘No danger; we may make any
noise we please, and it will only add to the effect.”

At length the stillness of midnight settled down over the
house. Legree, cursing his ill luck, and vowing dire vengeance
on the morrow, went to bed. |

CHAPTER XL.

THE MARTYR.

“ Deem not the just by Heaven forgot!

Though life its common gifts deny—~

Though, with a crushed bleeding heart,
And spurned of man, he goes to die!

For God hath marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every bitter tear ;

And heaven’s long years of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.” Bryant.

Tux longest way must have its close—the gloomiest night will
wear on toa morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments
is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the

flowery fields of ease and indulgence, then through heart-breaking
separations from all that man holds dear. Again, we have waited
-with him in a sunny island, where generous hands concealed his
chains with flowers; and, lastly, we have followed him when the
last ray of earthly hope went out in night, and seen how, in the
blackness of earthly darkness, the firmament of the unseen has
blazed with stars of new and significant lustre.
The morning-star now stands over the tops of the mountains,

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night of the just to an eternal day. We have walked with our
humble friend thus far in the valley of slavery—first through °

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