"We shouldn't hastily and carelessly pass such a picture as that,
any more than one would if a fine copy of it were hung in a
gallery," said Carrie. "The stars are so brilliant along the brow
of that highland yonder that they form a dia--oh, oh! what IS the
matter?" and she clung to Marstern's arm.
The horse was breaking through the ice.
"Whoa!" said Marstern, firmly. Even as he spoke, Lottie was out of
the sleigh and running back on the ice, crying and wringing her
hands.
"We shall be drowned," she almost screamed hysterically.
"Mr. Marstern, what SHALL we do? Can't we turn around and go back
the way we came?"
"Miss Carrie, will you do what I ask? Will you believe me when I
say that I do not think you are in any danger?"
"Yes, I'll do my best," she replied, catching her breath. She grew
calm rapidly as he tried to reassure Lottie, telling her that
water from the rising of the tide had overflowed the main ice and
that thin ice had formed over it, also that the river at the most
was only two or three feet deep at that point.
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