Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER ELEVEN
BURIED IN THE SNOW.
ROSE CARTER HAD REACHED the level of one of those terraces which occur frequently in mountain regions, as it were to break the uniformity of slope in the ascent, and afford places of rest for the
exhausted traveler. It constituted a long ledge tolerably level, and might
have been some fifty feet below the plateau upon which stood the habi-
tation of Mike Baynam and the Fullers. It needed only that she should
gain the terrace above, and there would be but half a mile of distance
to overcome, when the cottage of the hunters would afford her perfect
security.
But as it is the last feather which breaks the camel's back, so it is the
last mile, after a protracted journey, which is found the most wearisome
and tedious; which seems the longest of all, and is the most difficult to
compass.
Rose was not equal to the task. She had made wonderful progress,
all circumstances considered, sustained by a temporary insanity for
much of her success in the first instance, and then, goaded forward by
that pursuing terror, which had restored her somewhat to her senses, in
making her fully conscious of the horrors of her situation.
But human nature could do no more; and, gasping with agony, she
shrieked her mournful appeal for succor to the winds; the sounds of her
voice being laid in the never-ceasing fall of the snow, while she sank
exhausted to the soft white couch which it offered her, and which seemed
decreed to become her grave! How white, how very pure; but oh! how cold!