Then forcing open her teeth, he poured a little spirit into her mouth, and was in a minute rewarded by a gasping sigh.
"She lives," he exclaimed, shaking the peasant by the shoulder.
The man looked round stupidly, but Rupert pointed to his wife, and again poured some spirits between her lips.

This time she made a slight movement and opened her eyes.

The peasant gave a wild scream of delight, and poured forth a volume of words, of which Rupert understood nothing; but the peasant kneeling beside him, bent his forehead till it touched the ground, and then kissed the lappet of his coat--an action expressive of the intensity of his gratitude.
Rupert continued his efforts until the woman was able to sit up, and look round with a frightened and bewildered air.

When her eye caught her husband, she burst into tears; and as Hugh raised the baby and placed it in her arms she clasped it tightly, and rocked to and fro, sobbing convulsively.
"Look, Hugh, see if you can find something like a spade in that little garden.

Let us bury this poor little child." Hugh soon found a spade, and dug a little grave in the corner of a garden under the shade of an old tree.
Then the lads returned to the spot where the husband and wife, quiet now, were sitting hand in hand crying together.