She caught sight of them, and before I
saw what she was doing, she had shot from my side like an arrow
from the bow, and was far out on the black, quaking surface, that
at first upheld her light weight. I stood petrified with horror.
I knew all about that dangerous place. I had been told that
nobody had ever found out how deep that mud was. I was uttered
just one imploring "Come back!" when she turned to me with a
shriek, throwing up her arms towards me. She was sinking! There
was nobody in sight, and there was no time to think. I ran, or
rather flew, across the bog, with just one thought in my mind, "I
have got to get her out!" Some angel must
have prevented me from making a misstep, and sinking with her. I
felt the power of a giant suddenly taking possession of my small
frame. Quicker than I could tell of it, I had given one
tremendous pull (she had already sunk above her boot-tops), and
had dragged her back to the road. It is a marvel to me now how I
--a child of scarcely six years--succeeded in rescuing her.
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