^' Gineral Jackson and Pocahontas ! you is in a werry had pre-
dicament, in this hubbub, my little one."

^< Please, sir, take me up in your arms, and lift me over to
the other side. I am on an errand of the utmost importance^
and must not be delayed."

** That I will, my little Daisy, now, look out for your big
bonnet, and cling fast to my neck. This is a right smart
stream ter cross," so saying, he wrapped the nun's blue robe
around her and catching her up in his stalwart embrace bore
her safely through flies of glittering bayonets to the other
side.
^^Kow, run, little un, as fast as you ken. Ifs gittin'
werry dark and dangerous fer even a Sister to be about ; and
these niggers is none too good to resault you, you pretty
little thing, you.*'

But she did not hear the last words of the kind old man.
She was gone like a flash, disappearing in the darkness of
Cove Street, always black and dingy^ but blacker to-night
than ever.
Even here, her course was obstructed by flying people,
mostly negroeS; who not only interfered with her locomotioD|



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but more than once ran over her, trampling her heneath their
feet. But, springing to her pins as rapidly as possible, she
^oped her way in the almost impenetrable gloom, through
crowded street, and noisome alley, until she stood in front
of the old jail, her clothing torn, and her little heart flutter-
ing with the combined excitement of fear and exertion.
