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A n d   I  fought  with  m y  foe  like  a  trooper,  but  the  madman  was terribly
                                    strong.
                            D ow n,  down.  I  was  forced to  the  ground,  sir,  and  m v  heart was be £ in-
                                                                ■ .i                v
                                    ning  to  quail,
                            While  the  1.malic grinned  as he he’ d  me on the dangerous up line of rail.


                            f  could  see  the.  rod  light  o f  the  engine as  it  shone  through  the  thick,
                                    murky  gloom   :
                            A lo n g  came the  i rain, and  1  shuddered as  I  thought: o f our terrible doom .
                            All  at  once  the  man  noticed  the  light,  .sir,  and  I  landed his  grasp  grew
                                    slack,
                            So,  exerting  myself,  I  sprang  upwards, and set him right on to his back,


                            i  had  thrown  him  quite  clear  o f the  metals,  and  I  quickly  avoided  the
                                    train f
                            Ere  it.  swiftly  rushed  over  the  spot, dr, where  a  moment  ago  I had  lain.
                            11ow  thankful  1  felt  you  may  guess,  sir,  m y  peril  had  not  been  in vain,
                            For in  less thnn two minutes  tile madman was  safe  with his  keeper again,
                                                                                Johm  F.  N i c h o l l s ,


                                                     T H E   DRUMMER=BOY,
                            O      to u f h t s   were  crossing  the  A lps— arid  a  pretty  large  party,  too,
                                 N E   cold  Decem ber  morning,  about  eighty  years  ago,  a  party  of

                                   for  there  were  several  thousand  o f  them  together.   Som e  were
                                                                                 o
                            riding,  some  v, aiking.  and  most  c f   them  had  knapsacks  on  their
                            shoulders,  like  many  Alpine  tomists  now-a-days.       But  instead  of
                            walking  sticks,  they  carried  muskets  and  bayonets,  and  dragged  along
                            with  them  .some  fifty  or  sixty  can non.
                               lai  fact  the.se  tourists  wore  nothing  less  than  a  French  army,  and
                            a  very  hard  time  o(  it  they  seemed  lo  be  having.   Trying  work,
                            certain!y,  even  for  the  strongest  mail,  to  make four miles through  knee-
                            deep  snow  ill  tins  bitter  host  and  bitter  wind,  along  these  narrow y
                            slippery  mountain  paths, with  precipices hundreds of feet  deep  all  round
                            T h e  soldiers  looked  thin  and  heavy-eyed  for  want  o f  food  and  sleep,
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