A Canadian Heroine, Volume 2 | Page 5

think I should be more afraid of disturbing the Indians,

especially if I had to ride about the country at all hours. It would not be
very difficult to waylay the Doctor; and I dare say some of them are
savage enough to do it, if they had a serious grudge against him."
"I don't believe they have pluck enough to do anything of the kind.
Look what miserable fellows those are that Dawson has at the mill now.
They look as if all the spirit had been starved out of them."
So they went on talking until they caught glimpses of the mill before
them, whenever their way lay over the open ground; and then George
Anderson touched the horse with his whip, and they began to get over
the remaining distance more quickly. They were trotting briskly round
the side of a low thicket of brambles, when suddenly a horse, which
was grazing on the further side, raised its head and looked at them.
There was nothing remarkable in that, certainly, for horses were not
unfrequently turned out there; but what was remarkable, was that this
one had a bridle on. George involuntarily tightened his reins; and the
next moment the animal, which seemed to have been disturbed by their
coming, trotted slowly across the road in front of them. It was bridled
and saddled, and the saddle was a little on one side, as if it had been
dragged round. Harry sprang from the waggon. He followed the horse,
and in a minute or two caught and led it back to where George, who
had also dismounted, was now tying his to a tree.
They both recognized the runaway. Harry said one word as he led it up,
"Doctor Morton!" and with a horror-struck face pointed to a dark wet
stain partly on the saddle, partly on the horse's neck.
George darted round the thicket, and in a moment a cry called Harry to
the same place. A bridle path, more direct than the road, ran close
beside the thorn bushes, and there, half hidden in branches and leaves,
lay something--something that had once been human and living. Dark
pools of blood lay about it, and there were horrible gashes and wounds
as if the murderer had been unable to satisfy his rage, and had taken a
frantic pleasure in mutilating his victim.
The two young men stood and looked at each other and at the ghastly
heap before them. Silently with white faces they questioned each other

what to do? To touch what lay there seemed almost impossible, and
any thought of succour was hopeless; but something must be done.
They both drew away from the spot before they spoke. Then Harry said
in a low voice, "There are plenty of men at the mill; you might fetch
some of them."
George went towards the waggon without a word; but just as he was
going to get in he turned round,
"No, Harry, you must go. Somebody must take the news on to Cacouna,
and that can't be me."
"Very well."
Harry was in the waggon instantly, and away. His first errand was
quickly done. In a very few minutes George could see, from the place
where he kept watch, that the men began to hurry out of the mill, and
come towards him in a confused throng. Some, however, stayed to
bring a kind of dray with them, and then, when these also had started,
he could see Harry Scott moving slowly off in the waggon towards the
town.
The dray came lumbering over the sand, and the men gathered round
the dreadful heap under the brambles which must be lifted up and laid
upon it, yet which no one seemed ready to be the first to touch. But, at
last, it was done; the distorted limbs were smoothed and the wounds
partially covered; and some semblance of humanity came back to the
dead form as it was carried slowly away towards home. When this had
been done, there was time for another thought--the murderer?
Perhaps every one present had already in his heart convicted one person,
but even in the excitement of horror some one had sense enough to say,
"There ought to be a search made--there may be some trace."
Nor was it difficult to find a trace. At a very little distance from the
spot itself there appeared marks upon the grass as if footsteps, heavy,
and wet with dark-coloured moisture, had trodden there. They followed
the tracks, and came to a place where many low bushes growing close

together formed a kind of thicket. Almost buried in this, the figure of a
man lying upon the ground filled them for a moment with a new
consternation--but this was no lifeless body. They dragged it