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"
They
're
nothing
--
only
the
precursors
of
the
storm
.
Look
beyond
!
Do
n't
you
see
a
coal-black
cloud
spreading
over
the
sky
?
That
's
what
you
have
to
dread
.
I
do
n't
wish
to
cause
you
unnecessary
alarm
:
but
I
tell
you
,
there
's
death
in
yonder
shadow
!
It
's
in
motion
,
and
coming
this
way
.
You
have
no
chance
to
escape
it
,
except
by
speed
.
If
you
do
not
make
haste
,
it
will
be
too
late
.
In
ten
minutes
'
time
you
may
be
enveloped
,
and
then
--
quick
,
sir
,
I
entreat
you
!
Order
your
drivers
to
hurry
forward
as
fast
as
they
can
!
The
sky
--
heaven
itself
--
commands
you
!
"
The
planter
did
not
think
of
refusing
compliance
,
with
an
appeal
urged
in
such
energetic
terms
.
The
order
was
given
for
the
teams
to
be
set
in
motion
,
and
driven
at
top
speed
.
Terror
,
that
inspired
the
animals
equally
with
their
drivers
,
rendered
superfluous
the
use
of
the
whip
.
The
travelling
carriage
,
with
the
mounted
men
,
moved
in
front
,
as
before
.
The
stranger
alone
threw
himself
in
the
rear
--
as
if
to
act
as
a
guard
against
the
threatening
danger
.
At
intervals
he
was
observed
to
rein
up
his
horse
,
and
look
back
:
each
time
by
his
glances
betraying
increased
apprehension
.
Perceiving
it
,
the
planter
approached
,
and
accosted
him
with
the
inquiry
:
"
Is
there
still
a
danger
?
"
"
I
am
sorry
to
answer
you
in
the
affirmative
,
"
said
he
:
"
I
had
hopes
that
the
wind
might
be
the
other
way
.
"
"
Wind
,
sir
?
There
is
none
--
that
I
can
perceive
.
"
