"In her side," replied Emily; "the bullet seems to have penetrated the
region below the heart."
"Poor gal! I'm feered it's all up with her. She has been a good woman to
me."
"I am afraid my visit to your house will prove a sad day to you, even if
she recovers," said Emily, in a sad tone.
"No, stranger, no! Suke would have died any day to save a neighbor from
misery;" and the woodman's eyes filled with tears at the remembrance of
his humble companion's virtues.
"But let us hope for the best. Is there a physician in the vicinity?"
"Ay, stranger, there is one that sometimes helps the poor folks about
here."
"Then, Hatchie, you can go for him."
"Stop a little! The doctor is an oncommon strange man, and lives on an
island down the bend."
"I will go for him," said Hatchie.
"I dar say; but whar you gwine? that's the pint. Nobody can find the way
that warn't there before. My son, Jim, will soon be here."
"But we must be as speedy as possible," suggested Emily.
The arrival of the woodman's son terminated the difficulty.
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