He saw that
life was not extinct, and readily supposing the stupor the consequence
of loss of blood rather than of vital injury, he paused a few moments as
in seeming meditation, then turning from the master to his unreluctant
steed, he threw himself upon his back, and was quickly out of sight. He
soon returned, bringing with him a wagon and team, such as all farmers
possess in that region, and lifting the inanimate form into the rude
vehicle with a tender caution that indicated a true humanity, walking
slowly beside the horses, and carefully avoiding all such obstructions
in the road, as by disordering the motion would have given pain to the
sufferer, he carried him safely, and after the delay of a few hours,
into the frontier, and then almost unknown, village of Chestatee.
It was well for the youth that he had fallen into such hands. There were
few persons in that part of the world like Mark Forrester. A better
heart, or more honorable spirit, lived not; and in spite of an erring
and neglected education--of evil associations, and sometimes evil
pursuits--he was still a worthy specimen of manhood.
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