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As
the
stranger
had
predicted
:
the
sun
ceased
to
be
visible
,
before
the
cypress
came
in
sight
.
There
was
nothing
in
this
to
cause
apprehension
.
The
line
of
the
lazo
was
conspicuous
as
ever
;
and
they
needed
no
guidance
from
the
sun
:
only
that
his
cloud-eclipse
produced
a
corresponding
effect
upon
their
spirits
.
"
One
might
suppose
it
close
upon
nightfall
,
"
observed
the
planter
,
drawing
out
his
gold
repeater
,
and
glancing
at
its
dial
;
"
and
yet
it
's
only
three
o'clock
!
Lucky
the
young
fellow
has
left
us
such
a
sure
guide
.
But
for
him
,
we
might
have
floundered
among
these
ashes
till
sundown
;
perhaps
have
been
compelled
to
sleep
upon
them
.
"
"
A
black
bed
it
would
be
,
"
jokingly
rejoined
Henry
,
with
the
design
of
rendering
the
conversation
more
cheerful
.
"
Ugh
!
I
should
have
such
ugly
dreams
,
were
I
to
sleep
upon
it
.
"
"
And
I
,
too
,
"
added
his
sister
,
protruding
her
pretty
face
through
the
curtains
,
and
taking
a
survey
of
the
surrounding
scene
:
"
I
'm
sure
I
should
dream
of
Tartarus
,
and
Pluto
,
and
Proserpine
,
and
--
"
"
Hya
!
hya
!
hya
!
"
grinned
the
black
Jehu
,
on
the
box
--
enrolled
in
the
plantation
books
as
Pluto
Poindexter
--
"
De
young
missa
dream
'
bout
me
in
de
mids
'
ob
dis
brack
praira
!
Golly
!
dat
am
a
good
joke
--
berry
!
Hya
!
hya
!
hya
!
"
"
Do
n't
be
too
sure
,
all
of
ye
,
"
said
the
surly
nephew
,
at
this
moment
coming
up
,
and
taking
part
in
the
conversation
--
"
do
n't
be
too
sure
that
you
wo
n't
have
to
make
your
beds
upon
it
yet
.
I
hope
it
may
be
no
worse
.
"
"
What
mean
you
,
Cash
?
"
inquired
the
uncle
.
"
I
mean
,
uncle
,
that
that
fellow
's
been
misleading
us
.
I
wo
n't
say
it
for
certain
;
but
it
looks
ugly
.
We
've
come
more
than
five
miles
--
six
,
I
should
say
--
and
where
's
the
tree
?
I
've
examined
the
horizon
,
with
a
pair
of
as
good
eyes
as
most
have
got
,
I
reckon
;
and
there
is
n't
such
a
thing
in
sight
.
"
"
But
why
should
the
stranger
have
deceived
us
?
"
