. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. Kennedy could but keep his seat, all might yetbe well. It was in vain, however, that Falkland rode closebeside his friend, and stretched out his arm to keep himsteady. He appeared to have become more and moreconfused with each repeated fall, while the unequal natureof the ground rendered it impossible for their horses tofind safe footing, or to keep pace with each other. Falk-land himself was but just able to think, and to wish thatthey had taken the route above the cliffs. He evenstopped, and looked for a moment towards the land,
. Family secrets; or, Hints to those who would make home happy. Kennedy could but keep his seat, all might yetbe well. It was in vain, however, that Falkland rode closebeside his friend, and stretched out his arm to keep himsteady. He appeared to have become more and moreconfused with each repeated fall, while the unequal natureof the ground rendered it impossible for their horses tofind safe footing, or to keep pace with each other. Falk-land himself was but just able to think, and to wish thatthey had taken the route above the cliffs. He evenstopped, and looked for a moment towards the land, tosee if there was no place where it was possible to ascend,but in vain ; and the next moment they plunged into thestony bed of the stream, and found themselves in deepwater. Kennedy had now fallen forward on his horse. Theanimal grew terrified, and, rushing desperately amongstthe rocks and the foaming current, it shook itself loosefrom its rider, and then plunged forward, and left himto struggle for his life. Falkland had now but one object — to place the. THE RISING TIDE. 213 wretched man behind him, and trust to his own animalfor sustaining both. For this purpose he stretched outhis arm, and caught the hand of his friend, at the momentwhen he was rolling down the stream. He even suc-ceeded so far as to lift him upon his horse, but all hisstrength was unequal to keep him there. He had becomeutterly helpless, and it now seemed as if, in attempting tosave him, both must perish. Still, however, Falklandresumed the attempt. He even succeeded again, andwas only defeated by Kennedy falling this time with hishand clenching the coat of his friend, with a wild anddesperate hold, which it was impossible to shake off. My mother ! cried Falkland, as if the fierce wavescould hear him. My poor mother! She will neversurvive this night, if I am lost. It is yet in my power tosave her from a broken heart. With that he tore off the fragment of his dress,which that doomed and drowning man sti
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