It was a desperate leap--impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam, and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she did it.
The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment.

With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake; stumbling--leaping--slipping--springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone--her stockings cut from her feet--while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.
"Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!" said the man, with an oath.
Eliza recognized the voice and face for a man who owned a farm not far from her old home.
"O, Mr.Symmes!--save me--do save me--do hide me!" said Elia.
"Why, what's this ?" said the man.

"Why, if 'tan't Shelby's gal!" "My child!--this boy!--he'd sold him! There is his Mas'r," said she, pointing to the Kentucky shore.

"O, Mr.Symmes, you've got a little boy!" "So I have," said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the steep bank.

"Besides, you're a right brave gal.