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〃I really do not care to hear about it；〃 interrupted Betty。
〃But； Betty； tell us。 Wasn't it dreadful； his carrying you？〃 asked Alice； with a sly glance at Betty。 〃You know you are soso prudish； one may say。 Did he take you in his arms？ It must have been very embarrassing for you； considering your dislike of Mr。 Clarke； and he so much in love with〃
〃You hateful girls；〃 cried Betty； throwing a pillow at Alice； who just managed to dodge it。 〃I wish you would go home。〃
〃Never mind； Betty。 We will not tease anymore；〃 said Lydia； putting her arm around Betty。 〃Come； Alice； we will tell Betty you have named the day for your wedding。 See！ She is all eyes now。〃
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The young people of the frontier settlements were usually married before they were twenty。 This was owing to the fact hat there was little distinction of rank and family pride。 The object of the pioneers in moving West was； of course； to better their condition； but； the realization of their dependence on one another； the common cause of their labors； and the terrible dangers to which they were continually exposed； brought them together as one large family。
Therefore； early love affairs were encouragednot frowned upon as they are to…dayand they usually resulted in early marriages。
However； do not let it be imagined that the path of the youthful swain was strewn with flowers。 Courting or 〃sparking〃 his sweetheart had a painful as well as a joyous side。 Many and varied were the tricks played on the fortunate lover by the gallants who had vied with him for the favor of the maid。 Brave； indeed； he who won her。 If he marched up to her home in the early evening he was made the object of innumerable jests； even the young lady's family indulging in and enjoying the banter。 Later； when he come out of the door； it was more than likely that； if it were winter； he would be met by a volley of water soaked snowballs； or big buckets of icewater； or a mountain of snow shoved off the roof by some trickster； who had waited patiently for such an opportunity。 On summer nights his horse would be stolen； led far into the woods and tied； or the wheels of his wagon would be taken off and hidden； leaving him to walk home。 Usually the successful lover； and especially if he lived at a distance； would make his way only once a week and then late at night to the home of his betrothed。 Silently； like a thief in the dark； he would crawl through the grass and shrubs until beneath her window。 At a low signal； prearranged between them； she would slip to the door and let him in without disturbing the parents。 Fearing to make a light； and perhaps welcoming that excuse to enjoy the darkness beloved by sweethearts； they would sit quietly； whispering low； until the brightening in the east betokened the break of day； and then he was off； happy and lighthearted； to his labors。
A wedding was looked forward to with much pleasure by old and young。 Practically； it meant the only gathering of the settlers which was not accompanied by the work of reaping the harvest； building a cabin； planning an expedition to relieve some distant settlement； or a defense for themselves。 For all； it meant a rollicking good time； to the old people a feast； and the looking on at the merriment of their childrento the young folk； a pleasing break in the monotony of their busy lives； a day given up to fun and gossip； a day of romance； a wedding； and best of all； a dance。 Therefore Alice Reynold's wedding proved a great event to the inhabitants of Fort Henry。
The day dawned bright and clear。 The sun； rising like a ball of red gold； cast its yellow beams over the bare； brown hills； shining on the cabin roofs white with frost； and making the delicate weblike coat of ice on the river sparkle as if it had been sprinkled with powdered diamonds。 William Martin； the groom； and his attendants； met at an appointed time to celebrate an old time…honored custom which always took place before the party started for the house of the bride。 This performance was called 〃the race for the bottle。〃
A number of young men； selected by the groom； were asked to take part in this race； which was to be run over as rough and dangerous a track as could be found。 The worse the road； the more ditches； bogs； trees； stumps； brush； in fact； the more obstacles of every kind； the better； as all these afforded opportunity for daring and expert horsemanship。 The English fox race； now famous on three continents； while it involves risk and is sometimes dangerous； cannot； in the sense of hazard to life and limb； be compared to this race for the bottle。
On this day the run was not less exciting than usual。 The horses were placed as nearly abreast as possible and the starter gave an Indian yell。 Then followed the cracking of whips； the furious pounding of heavy hoofs； the commands of the contestants； and the yells of the onlookers。 Away they went at a mad pace down the road。 The course extended a mile straight away down the creek bottom。 The first hundred yards the horses were bunched。 At the ditch beyond the creek bridge a beautiful； clean limbed animal darted from among the furiously galloping horses and sailed over the deep furrow like a bird。 All recognized the rider as Alfred Clarke on his black thoroughbred。 Close behind was George Martin mounted on a large roan of powerful frame and long stride。 Through the willows they dashed； over logs and brush heaps； up the little ridges of rising ground； and down the shallow gullies； unheeding the stinging branches and the splashing water。 Half the distance covered and Alfred turned； to find the roan close behind。 On a level road he would have laughed at the attempt of that horse to keep up with his racer； but he was beginning to fear that the strong limbed stallion deserved his reputation。 Directly before them rose a pile of logs and matted brush； placed there by the daredevil settlers who had mapped out the route。 It was too high for any horse to be put at。 With pale cheek and clinched teeth Alfred touched the spurs to Roger and then threw himself forward。 The gallant beast responded nobly。 Up； up； up he rose； clearing all but the topmost branches。 Alfred turned again and saw the giant roan make the leap without touching a twig。 The next instant Roger went splash into a swamp。 He sank to his knees in the soft black soil。 He could move but one foot at a time； and Alfred saw at a glance he had won the race。 The great weight of the roan handicapped him here。 When Alfred reached the other side of the bog； where the bottle was swinging from a branch of a tree； his rival's horse was floundering hopelessly in the middle of the treacherous mire。 The remaining three horsemen； who had come up by this time； seeing that it would be useless to attempt further efforts； had drawn up on the bank。 With friendly shouts to Clarke； they acknowledged themselves beaten。 There were no judges required for this race； because the man who reached the bottle first won it。
The five men returned to the starting point； where the victor was greeted by loud whoops。 The groom got the first drink from the bottle； then came the attendants； and others in order； after which the bottle was put away to be kept as a memento of the occasion。
The party now repaired to the village and marched to the home of the bride。 The hour for the observance of the marriage rites was just before the midday meal。 When the groom reached the bride's home he found her in readiness。 Sweet and pretty Alice looked in her gray linsey gown； perfectly plain and simple though it was； without an ornament or a ribbon。 Proud indeed looked her lover as he took her hand and led her up to the waiting minister。 When the whisperings had ceased the minister asked who gave this woman to be married。 Alice's father answered。
〃Will you take this woman to be your wedded wife； to love； cherish and protect her all the days of her life？〃 asked the minister。
〃I will；〃 answered a deep bass voice。
〃Will you take this man to be your wedded husband； to love； honor and obey him all the days of your life？〃
〃I will；〃 said Alice； in a low tone。
〃I pronounce you man and wife。 Those whom God has joined together let no man put asunder。〃
There was a brief prayer and the ceremony ended。 Then followed the congratulations of relatives and friends。 The felicitations were apt to be trying to the nerves of even the best tempered groom。 The hand shakes； the heavy slaps on the back； and the pommeling he received at the hands of his intimate friends were as nothing compared to the anguish of mind he endured while they were kissing his wife。 The young bucks would not have considered it a real wedding had they been prevented from kissing the bride； and for that matter； every girl within reach。 So fast as the burly young settlers could push themselves through the densely packed rooms they kissed the bride； and then the first girl they came to。
Betty and Lydia had been Alice's maids of honor。 This being Betty's first experience at a frontier wedding； it developed that she was much in need of Lydia's advice； which she had previously disdained。 She had rested secure in her dignity。 Poor Betty！ The first man to kiss Alice was George Martin； a big； strong fello