Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE TRAIL LOST.
the glass, but I didn't know that he was a rebel. I didn't see
no harm in his looking in the glass.""But when I moved�when I pursued did you not see
that he was my enemy ?"
That's true, cappin ; but that was jist the reason, now, I
didn't go for'ad. I seed from your eyes that he was your
enemy, and I k Zow'd from what you did you wanted to git a
lick at him yourself, and so I wouldn't put in. Every man
paddle his own canoe, says I ; and, if I has an enemy, I
shouldn't like to stand by and let another man dig at his throat
to spile my sport, neither would you, I reckon. It's no satis-
faction for one man to jump between and take away another
man's pleasure, as I may say, out of his mouth."
The code of Blonay was new to Barsfield, though, from its
expression, he at once well understood the prevailing char-
acter of the speaker. It was for Barsfield to desire that his
enemy should perish, no matter by whose hands� the passion
of Blonay prompted his own execution of every deed of per-
sonal vengeance, as a duty incumbent on himself. A few
words farther passed between them, in which the tory hoped
he had secured the services of the half-breed, of whose value
he had conceived a somewhat higher idea from the strange
reason which he had given for his quiescence in the pursuit of
Mellichampe. This over, the tory captain signified his deter-
mination to retire, and, with a cordial Good night !" to his
host, he left the room, and was instantly conducted to his
Meanwhile, in the apartment of the two cousins, a far dif-
ferent scene had been going on. There, immersed in her own
fears and apprehensions, Janet Berkeley listened in momently-
increasing terror to every sound that marked the continued
pursuit of her lover. As the clamor drew nigh or receded,
her warm imagination depicted the strait of Mellichampe ;
and it was only when, after the departure of Barsfield for the
night, when her father could seek her chamber, that she heard
the pleasing intelligenee of the tory's disappointment. It was
then that the playful Rose, as she saw that the apprehensions
of her cousin were now dissipated, gently reproached Janet