The black and gold [serial] . he Moravians many miles away. The win-ter had been unusually cold, and the wild beasts, unableto procure food, had become so desperate they would comealmost to the doors of the cabins. Even now. thoughspring had come, it was dangerous for anyone to go throughthe forest alone, for not only were the beasts as fierce asever, but the Indians were on the war path, and at anymoment a traveller might come upon them. But Davidwas not afraid, and when he started on his walk, the airwas so fresh and cool that he felt as though he could walka thousand miles. But it was hard
The black and gold [serial] . he Moravians many miles away. The win-ter had been unusually cold, and the wild beasts, unableto procure food, had become so desperate they would comealmost to the doors of the cabins. Even now. thoughspring had come, it was dangerous for anyone to go throughthe forest alone, for not only were the beasts as fierce asever, but the Indians were on the war path, and at anymoment a traveller might come upon them. But Davidwas not afraid, and when he started on his walk, the airwas so fresh and cool that he felt as though he could walka thousand miles. But it was hard walking through the unbroken were swollen streams to cross, in places the under-growth was so dense, David had to cut his way through,there were long stretches of woods where the sun nevershone, his feet sank in the soft ground, made slippery andtreacherous by the spring rains. At times he could hearthe hungry wolves away in the distance, and once the screamof a wild cat broke the deathly stillness of the THE BLACK AND GOLD 39 More than once he lost his way and had it not been for thethought of his sick mother, he would have given up in de-spair, but urged on by love, he time after time retraced hisfootsteps. As the day was growing to a close, he reached a littlecleared space. Before the light faded entirely, he thoughthe could gather some underbrush and build a the first streak of day, then he would press on to Beth-abara. It was no use trying to get there in the pitchy dark-ness. Suddenly a queer sound made him stop and listen—a stifled groan or grunt right behind him. He whirledquickly, expecting to find—he knew not what. But therewas nothing. He beat around in the bushes, he listened,but he heard no sound but his own fast beating his gun, ready to use it at a moments notice, hepushed forward. This was no place to encamp for thenight. After a half hours march he sank down with ex-haustion. Again the queer sound broke upon
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