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I and Black La a forlorn hope With allupon an ene the face of the earth Down caer went overwith the forester's daughter in the green chase at ho fern and the little wild flowers, and the deer turned and looked at us In the open spaces, starring the lush grass, were all the yellow priathered theiven thehter, but a proud lady, heiress to lands and gold, the ward of the King She would not take the prihed sweetly, and faded into a waterfall that leaped from a pink hill into a waveless sea Another darkness, and I was captive to the Chickahominies, tied to the stake My arh ca eyes The fierce pain died, and I with it, and I lay in a grave and listened to the loud and deep es before I awoke to the fact that the darkness about me was the darkness of a ship's hold, and the side I put out an arrave, but a ship's timbers I stretched forth the other arroan Some one bent over me and held water to my lips I drank, and my senses came fully to ure, setting down a pitcher "It is Jereain!"

"Where are we?" I asked, when I had lain and listened to the water a little longer

"In the hold of the George," he answered "The ship sank by the bows, and well-nigh all were drowned But when they upon the George saw that there was a wo to the poop deck, they sent their longboat to take us off"

The light was too dim for me to read his face, so I touched his arentlewomen aboard, and she is in their care"