pers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o'clock till morning to make good your escape,how fast could
you
walk? How many miles could you make in those few brief hours, with the darling at your bosom,the little sleepy head on your shoulder,the small, soft arms trustingly holding on to your neck?
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For the child slept. At first, the novelty and alarm kept him waking; but his mother so hurriedly repressed every breath or sound, and so assured him that if he were only still she would certainly save him, that he clung quietly round her neck, only asking, as he found himself sinking to sleep,
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"Mother, I don't need to keep awake, do I?"
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"No, my darling; sleep, if you want to."
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"But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won't let him get me?"
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"No! so may God help me!" said his mother, with a paler cheek, and a brighter light in her large dark eyes.
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"You're
sure,
an't you, mother?"
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"Yes,
sure!"
said the mother, in a voice that startled herself; for it seemed to her to come from a spirit within, that was no part of her; and the boy dropped his little weary head on her shoulder, and was soon asleep. How the touch of those warm arms, the gentle breathings that came in her neck, seemed to add fire and spirit to her movements! It seemed to her as if strength poured into her in electric streams, from every gentle touch and movement of the sleeping, confiding child. Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty.
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The boundaries of the farm, the grove, the wood-lot, passed by her dizzily, as she walked on; and still she went, leaving one familiar object after another, slacking not, pausing not, till reddening daylight found her many a long mile from all traces of any familiar objects upon the open highway.
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She had often been, with her mistress, to visit some connections, in the little village of T, not far from the Ohio river, and knew the road well. To go thither, to escape across the Ohio river, were the first hurried outlines of her plan of escape; beyond that, she could only hope in God.
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When horses and vehicles began to move along the highway, with that alert perception peculiar to a state of excite-
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