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In

another

instant

the

norther

was

around

them

;

and

the

waggon

train

,

halted

on

a

subtropical

plain

,

was

enveloped

in

an

atmosphere

,

akin

to

that

which

congeals

the

icebergs

of

the

Arctic

Ocean

!

Nothing

more

was

seen

--

nothing

heard

,

save

the

whistling

of

the

wind

,

or

its

hoarse

roaring

,

as

it

thundered

against

the

tilts

of

the

waggons

.

The

mules

having

instinctively

turned

stern

towards

it

,

stood

silent

in

their

traces

;

and

the

voices

of

the

travellers

,

in

solemn

converse

inside

,

could

not

be

distinguished

amid

the

howling

of

the

hurricane

.

Every

aperture

had

been

closed

:

for

it

was

soon

discovered

,

that

to

show

a

face

from

under

the

sheltering

canvas

was

to

court

suffocation

.

The

air

was

surcharged

with

ashes

,

lifted

aloft

from

the

burnt

plain

,

and

reduced

,

by

the

whirling

of

the

wind

,

to

an

impalpable

but

poisonous

powder

.

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For

over

an

hour

did

the

atmosphere

carry

this

cinereous

cloud

;

during

which

period

lasted

the

imprisonment

of

the

travellers

.

At

length

a

voice

,

speaking

close

by

the

curtains

of

the

carriole

,

announced

their

release

.

"

You

can

come

forth

!

"

said

the

stranger

,

the

crape

scarf

thrown

back

above

the

brim

of

his

hat

.

"

You

will

still

have

the

storm

to

contend

against

.

It

will

last

to

the

end

of

your

journey

;

and

,

perhaps

,

for

three

days

longer

.

But

you

have

nothing

further

to

fear

.

The

ashes

are

all

swept

off

.

They

've

gone

before

you

;

and

you

're

not

likely

to

overtake

them

this

side

the

Rio

Grande

.

"

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"

Sir

!

"

said

the

planter

,

hastily

descending

the

steps

of

the

carriage

,

"

we

have

to

thank

you

for

--

for

--

"

"

Our

lives

,

father

!

"

cried

Henry

,

supplying

the

proper

words

.

"

I

hope

,

sir

,

you

will

favour

us

with

your

name

?

"

"

Maurice

Gerald

!

"

returned

the

stranger

;

"

though

,

at

the

Fort

,

you

will

find

me

better

known

as

Maurice

the

mustanger

.

"

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