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he kept a short way before us on the trail. Had we imagined ourselves 

 more than a few miles from the town, we would have made a camp, and 

 remained under its shelter for the night ; but conceiving that the distance 

 could not be great, we resolved to trudge along. 



Large drops began to fall from the murky mass overhead ; thick, in- 

 penetrable darkness surrounded us, and to my dismay, the dog refused 

 to proceed. Groping with my hands on the ground, I discovered that 

 several trails branched out at the spot where he lay down ; and when I 

 had selected one, he went on. Vivid flashes of lightning streamed across 

 the heavens, the wind increased to a gale, and the rain poured down up- 

 on us like a torrent. The water soon rose on the level ground so as al- 

 most to cover our feet, and we slowly advanced, fronting the tempest. 

 Here and there a tall pine on fire presented a magnificent spectacle, illu- 

 mining the trees around it, and surrounded with a halo of dim light, 

 abruptly bordered with the deep black of the night. At one time we 

 passed through a tangled thicket of low trees, at another crossed a stream 

 flushed by the heavy rain, and again proceeded over the open barrens. 



How long we thus, half-lost, groped our way, is more than I can tell 

 you ; but at length the tempest passed over, and suddenly the clear sky 

 became spangled with stars. Soon after we smelt the salt-marshes, and 

 walking directly towards them, like pointers advancing on a covey of 

 partridges, we at last to our great joy descried the light of the beacon 

 near St Augustine. My dog began to run briskly around, having met 

 with ground on which he had hunted before, and taking a direct course, 

 led us to the great causeway that crosses the marshes at the back of the 

 town. We refreshed ourselves with the produce of the first orange tree 

 that we met with, and in half an hour more arrived at our hotel. 

 Drenched with rain, steaming with perspiration, and covered to the knees 

 with mud, you may imagine what figures we cut in the eyes of the good 

 people whom we found snugly enjoying themselves in the sitting room. 

 Next morning. Major Gates, who had received me with much kindness, 

 sent a waggon with mules and two trusty soldiers for my companion and 

 luggage. 



