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The
perceptions
of
woman
are
quicker
than
those
of
man
:
the
young
lady
within
the
carriole
was
the
first
to
identify
him
.
"
Onward
!
"
he
cried
,
as
soon
as
within
speaking
distance
.
"
On
--
on
!
as
fast
as
you
can
drive
!
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
demanded
the
planter
,
in
bewildered
alarm
.
"
Is
there
a
danger
?
"
"
There
is
.
I
did
not
anticipate
it
,
as
I
passed
you
.
It
was
only
after
reaching
the
river
,
I
saw
the
sure
signs
of
it
.
"
"
Of
what
,
sir
?
"
"
The
norther
.
"
"
You
mean
the
storm
of
that
name
?
"
"
I
do
.
"
"
I
never
heard
of
its
being
dangerous
,
"
interposed
Calhoun
,
"
except
to
vessels
at
sea
.
It
's
precious
cold
,
I
know
;
but
--
"
"
You
'll
find
it
worse
than
cold
,
sir
,
"
interrupted
the
young
horseman
,
"
if
you
're
not
quick
in
getting
out
of
its
way
.
Mr
Poindexter
,
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
the
planter
,
and
speaking
with
impatient
emphasis
,
"
I
tell
you
,
that
you
and
your
party
are
in
peril
.
A
norther
is
not
always
to
be
dreaded
;
but
this
one
--
look
yonder
!
You
see
those
black
pillars
?
"
"
We
've
been
wondering
--
did
n't
know
what
to
make
of
them
.
"
