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father is worse than none. I have no one to love but you. I dare not render your escape doubtful by going with you." ✱ ✱ ✱ ✱
The morn was near its dawning, and still Clara knelt in prayer. Her uplifted face was covered with tears; her accents fell not unheard on the ear of Him who hath said by the mouth of his Apostle, "And if we know that He heareth us, whatsoever we ask we know that we have the petition that we desired of Him." Clara seized hold upon that promise, and she felt that her entreaty for her brother's safety would be answered. She arose from that long communion with God, and with comparative cheerfulness went about her daily task. When it was reported that Charles was to be found no where on the plantation, and even when the company of hunters went forth with bloodhounds, pistols, and the other accompaniments which Slavery uses on such occasions, Clara's faith remained unshaken.
But let us look forward and watch the fate of that brother. All night he has been making his way through the thick forest; now parting, with already lacerated hands, the vines that clustered in his path; now crawling through the dense underwood;—he made his way, until the bright sun peeped through the overhanging leaves. Plunging further still into the forest he came to a brook, which he crossed and recrossed, and then threw
