Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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To estimate the solitude of such a creature as Blonay under
the present loss of his parent, by any of those finer standards
of humanity which belong to a higher class and better habits,
would be manifestly idle and erroneous. But that his iso-
lation previously from all others, and his close dependence for
sympathy upon the one relative whom he had just lost, added
largely to his degree of suffering now, is equally unquestion-
able. Supposing his mere human feelings to have been few
and feeble, they were yet undivided. Concentrating upon the
one object as they had done for so long a period, they had
grown steady and unwavering ; and, if not very strong or very
active at any time, they were at least sufficiently tenacious in
their hold to make the sudden wrenching of their bands
asunder to be felt sensibly by the survivor. But he did full
justice in his deportment to the Indian blood which predom-
inated in his veins. He had no uttered griefs ; no tears found
their way to his cheeks, and his eyes wore their wonted
expression, as he took his seat upon the floor of his lonely
cabin, and, stirring the embers upon the hearth, proceeded,
with the aid of the rich lightwood which.lay plentifully at hand,
to kindle up his evening fire.
But, if grief were wanting to the expression of his counte-
nance, it did not lack in other essentials of expression.
Having kindled his fire, he sat for some time before it in
manifest contemplation. His brow was knitted, his eyes fixed
upon the struggling blaze, his lips closely compressed, and a
general earnestness of look indicated a laboring industry of
thought, which, were he in the presence of another person,