Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 308 SOUTHWARD Ho !
-succeeded in bringing the old couple together. Very pitiful and
touching was the spectacle of these two, embracing with groans,
tears, and ejaculations�scarcely yet assured of their escape
from the hands of their hateful tyrant.
But our attention is required within the dwelling. Rapidly
extricating himself from the body of the loyalist captain, Coulter
naturally turned to look for Frederica. She was just recover-
ing from her swoon. She had fortunately been spared the sight
of the conflict, although she continued long afterward to assert
that she had been conscious of it all, though she had not been
able to move a limb, or give utterance to a single cry. Her
eyes opened with a wild stare upon ber husband, who stooped
fondly to her embrace. She knew him instantly�called his
name but once, but that with joyful accents, and again fainted.
Her faculties had received a terrible shock. Coulter himself
felt like fainting. The pain of his wounded arm was great, and
be had lost a good deal of blood. He felt that he could not long
be certain of himself, and putting the bugle to his lips, he sounded
three times with all his vigor. As he did so, he became con-
scious of a movement in the corner of the room. Turning in
this direction, he beheld, crouching into the smallest possible
compass, the preacher, Veitclo The miserable wretch was in a
state of complete stupor from his fright.
Bring water !" said Coulter. But the fellow neither stirred
nor spoke. He clearly did not comprehend. In the next mo-
ment, however, the faithful Brough made his appearance. His
cries were those of joy and exultation, dampened, however, as
he beheld the condition of his young mistress.
Fear nothing, Brough, she is not hurt�she has only fainted.
But run for your old mistress. Run, old boy, and bring water
while you're about it. Run !"" But you' arm, Mass Dick�he da bleed ! You hu't ?"" Yes, a little away !"
Brough was gone ; and, with a strange sickness of fear, Coul-
ter turned to the spot where Elijah Fields lay, to all appearance,
dead. But he still lived. Coulter tore away his clothes, which
were saturated and already stiff with blood, and discovered the
bullet-wound in his left side, well-directed, and ranging clear
through the body. It needed no second glance to see that the