shudder, as I thought of what
they were for.

As soon as I got outside I was accosted by Pomp, who came up to me,
saying--

"Leg quite well now?"

"No; nor likely to be, Pomp."

"Mass' George better wear um in fling like Pomp arm. Missie Sarah want
Mass' George."

He took me to where the poor woman lay, very white and exhausted, but
she brightened up as soon as she saw me approach, and the black nurse
who was attending to her drew back.

"Ah, Sarah," I exclaimed, as I went to her side, "I am sorry to see you
like this."

She paid no heed to my words of condolence, but caught me by the wrist.

"Where is that box?" she said eagerly.

"The box? The one Hannibal carried down?"

"Yes; where is it?"

"I don't know," I said.

"What? You don't know? Oh, Master George!"

"It was brought up from the boat, and put in the enclosure somewhere."

"Thank goodness," she said with a sigh.

"And the bundle?" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Ought you to worry about such things now?" I asked. "What does it
matter?"

"Matter?" she gasped.

"Yes. Do you know your waiting to get those things made us nearly
caught by the Indians?"

"If it did, they saved you all from being shot by them as I was with
that dreadful arrow."

"Well--yes, they did keep off the arrows; but if you had been quicker we
should not have been shot at. You shouldn't have stopped to worry about
your clothes. My father would have paid for more."

"And me so weak and ill, Master George, and you to reproach me like
that," she said, with the tears brimming over on to her cheeks.

"Nonsense!" I said, taking her hand, to feel her cling to mine
affectionately. "I was not reproaching you, and we are all safe, and
nothing to mind."

"Nothing to mind? Ah, my dear, think of what our poor house will be
like when we get back."

"I don't think I will," I said dryly; but she did not heed, and went
on--

"It was bad enough after that dreadful flood. What will it be now? And
so much pride as I took in it, and such a home as it had become. And
then, my dear, for you to go and think that I should keep those two
waiting while I got together things of my own."

"Well, you know you did," I said, laughing.

"For shame, Master George! That box has got everything in that I knew
you would like to save."

"Oh, Sarah!"

"And in that bundle is all the best of the linen, and right in the
middle, your poor dear father's uniform."

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