The house lay so still, so peaceful,--it would wake to such dismay! The boat slid along beneath her own overhanging chamber.
"No song to-morrow from the Fire-hang-bird's Nest!" she said.

So she floated by the slumbering village, the flow of the river carrying her steadily on, and the careful strokes of the oars adding swiftness to her flight.
At last she came to the "Broad Meadows," and knew that she was alone, and felt confident that she had got away unseen.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, to point out which way she had gone.

Her boat came from nobody knew where, her disguise had been got together at different times in such a manner as to lead to no suspicion, and not a human being ever had the slightest hint that she had planned and meant to carry out the enterprise which she had now so fortunately begun.
Not till the last straggling house had been long past, not till the meadows were stretched out behind her as well as before her, spreading far off into the distance on each side, did she give way to the sense of wild exultation which was coming fast over her.

But then, at last, she drew a long, long breath, and, standing up in the boat, looked all around her.