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SNOW-BOUND AT EAGLE'S
SNOW-BOUND AT
EAGLE'S
by Bret Harte
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SNOW-BOUND AT EAGLE'S
CHAPTER I
For some moments profound silence and darkness had panied a
Sierran stage-coach towards the summit. The huge, dim bulk of the
vehicle, swaying noiselessly on its straps, glided onward and upward as if
obeying some mysterious impulse from behind, so faint and indefinite
appeared its relation to the viewless and silent horses ahead. The
shadowy trunks of tall trees that seemed to approach the coach windows,
look in, and then move hurriedly away, were the only distinguishable
objects. Yet even these were so vague and unreal that they might have
been the mere phantoms of some dream of the half-sleeping passengers;
for the thickly-strewn needles of the pine, that choked the way and
deadened all sound, yielded under the silently-crushing wheels a faint
soporific odor that seemed to benumb their senses, already slipping back
into unconsciousness during the long ascent. Suddenly the stage stopped.
Three of the four passengers inside struggled at once into upright
wakefulness. The fourth passenger, John Hale, had not been sleeping,
and turned impatiently towards the window. It seemed to him that two of
the moving trees had suddenly e motionless outside. One of them
moved again, and the door opened quickly but quietly, as of itself.
"Git down," said a voice in the darkness.
All the passengers except Hale started. The man next to him moved
his right hand suddenly behind him, but as quickly stopped. One of the
motionless trees had apparently closed upon the vehicle, and what had
seemed to be a bough projecting from it at right angles changed slowly
into the faintly shining double-barrels of a gun at the window.
"Drop that!" said the voice.
The man who had moved uttered a short laugh, and returned his hand
empty to his knees. The two others perceptibly shrugged their shoulders
as over a game that was lost. The remaining passenger, John Hale,
fe