. Outing. oon passed behind a cloud. Packardlooked at me askance even as I eyed himcovertly. Just as I expected, we declaimed to-gether. From afar in the southwest we caughtthe muttered grumbling of team jogged on meanwhile and itbecame bewilderingly dark in the flashes streaked across thesky and the thunder mumblings becamenearer and clearer; at every turn theroad grew worse, and the turns werenumerous. hole, the harness creaked and , the team made no pause intheir steady progress and the wagon re-luctantly clambered up out of the morasswith a squ
. Outing. oon passed behind a cloud. Packardlooked at me askance even as I eyed himcovertly. Just as I expected, we declaimed to-gether. From afar in the southwest we caughtthe muttered grumbling of team jogged on meanwhile and itbecame bewilderingly dark in the flashes streaked across thesky and the thunder mumblings becamenearer and clearer; at every turn theroad grew worse, and the turns werenumerous. hole, the harness creaked and , the team made no pause intheir steady progress and the wagon re-luctantly clambered up out of the morasswith a squeak and followed along be-hind the horses. In about a minute it began to rain inearnest; it came with a sweep and asurge that drenched us. Wind, rain,and crashing thunderbolts enhance the in-terest when driving over an unknownroad into unknown pitfalls of an inkydark night. It has delights peculiar tothe occasion. This would be a cheerful momentto drive into an open draw or over the 692 THE OUTING MAGAZINE. IN THE GLARE OF HIS LIGHTED MATCH WE SAW THAT THE GIRL WAS BOTH YOUNG AND COMELY. beetling brow of a cliff, mused Pack-ard. After an age or so we came safelythiough a mountain pass, down the faceof a chasm, through a bog, and then,passing under a waterfall and fording atorrent, climbed a perpendicular wall,six feet sheer, of slippery black mud,after which we trekked off under thetrees in some sort of a path wherestumps of trees and boulders aboundedas big as barrels. Ten minutes of thatand we were both seasick. Tis a sorry road to Happy Valley,dont you think? I remarked throughmy clenched teeth. It is so, Packard said. Hut thegood ship rides the waves right bravelyif we can only stick on her. Whoa! I thought I heard a house over team stopped with a certain solemndignity. That word theyve got pat; thatword whoa, said Packard, peeringthrough the gloom. A flash of light-ning lit the scene and we descried ahouse. All in favor of driving in, say aye,he droned. The ayes
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