Our boys in India . THE BLACK GORGES. 276 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. the great masses come bounding on; he would have waitedto watch the progress of some of the fearful land-slides, somuch more dreaded than the avalanches; he would haveshouted in concert with the numberless echoes of the crash,crash, crash, of some great bowlder tearing down the moun-tain-side, though it came directly toward him, so long as heheld that sinewy brown hand in his, and felt the hard musclesof the fingers as they gently clasped his little palm. What did he know about the blood-stained daggers andknotted rumal
Our boys in India . THE BLACK GORGES. 276 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. the great masses come bounding on; he would have waitedto watch the progress of some of the fearful land-slides, somuch more dreaded than the avalanches; he would haveshouted in concert with the numberless echoes of the crash,crash, crash, of some great bowlder tearing down the moun-tain-side, though it came directly toward him, so long as heheld that sinewy brown hand in his, and felt the hard musclesof the fingers as they gently clasped his little palm. What did he know about the blood-stained daggers andknotted rumals, and vows of terrible vengeance against along list that Dhondaram and Nana Sahib called the con-demned, and all the rest? What did it matter? It grew colder as they went higher; but Dhondaram hadknown what was before them, and provided warm blanketsof goatskin, in which Paul was so perfectly enveloped thatthe air proved but bracing, and the roses came back again tothe cheeks that had been very pale ever since the terribledrugs
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