The tempest-voice of the wind was now in dreadful accordance! with its power.

Poor Kennedy, who fortunately knew every step of the rugged road along which he struggled and staggered, was frequently obliged to crouch himself and hold by the projecting crags about him, lest the strength of the blast might hurl him over the rocky precipices by the edges of which the road went.

With great difficulty, however, and not less danger, he succeeded in getting into the open highway below, and into a thickly inhabited country.

Here a new scene of terror and confusion awaited him.

The whole neighborhood around him were up and in alarm.