Herne The Hunter I. - White Death [antikvár]

Chapter OneGradually, the young girl's finger rubbed a small circle in the ice that frosted the inside of the cabin window.'We'll all gather at the river 'Her voice was sweet, bringing a smile to the lips of the woman with her. Although she had been married for very nearly three years, she was still not twenty. Only five years older than the girl.'The beautiful, the beautiful river 'Logs crackled in the small fireplace, sending a shower of sparks whirling up and out into the freezing air. Louise Heme hummed along with the girl while she worked at the dough, shaking her head as a ringlet of hair dropped over her blue eyes.'We'll all gather at the river *It had been much better weather when she and Jed had married on March 20th, 1879. The sun had shone on them, and it had made the bitter objections of her parents seem less oppressive. She smiled again to herself at the memory of that year. It was hard to blame her parents. She'd been Miss Louise Ann Harvey. Just sixteen and a shy young virgin. He had been more than twice the age - thirty-five. But it hadn't been the gap in their ages that had bothered her minister father and teacher mother. It had been Jed's reputation.'That flows by the throne of God.'As the girl at the window ended the verse of the great frontier hymn, Louise's eye was caught by the firelight116