Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 118 MFLLICHAMPE.
Now, by Heaven ! but this. is audacious beyond example.
The rebel is back again ; a scare has no effect upon him, and
nothing but shot will. Stay !" he exclaimed ; hear you
nothing ?"
A footstep, cappin ; I think a foot coming down the steps."
Arid, even as he said, they both distinctly heard, the next
moment, the tread of a foot cautiously set down, moving
toward the back entrance of the house. Barsfield imme-
diately sprang to the window of the apartment, and beheld, in
the dim light just then bringing out the trees of the ground
and garden into soft and shadowy relief, a slender figure
stealing away toward the garden, carefully keeping as much
as practicable in the shelter of the huge water-oaks that ob-
scured the alley. A mingled feeling of exultation and anger
spoke in his tone, as he exclaimed :
I have him now the doe shall bring him to the hunter
he shall not escape me now ! Hark you, Blonay, wait me
here ! I will get my sabre, and be with you instantly. It will
be hard if we can not manage him between us. But there must
be no stir no noise ; what we do must be done by stratagem
and our own force. Get yourself ready, therefore ; your knife
will answer, for your rifle will be of little use in the thick
shrubbery of that garden. We must sneak, sir ; no dove-
hunting without sneaking."
With these words, Barsfield left the apartment of the half-
breed and proceeded to his own. The feelings of the former,
however, scarcely responded to the sanguinary words of the
latter. When alone, his soliloquy, brief and harsh, was yet
new, seemingly, to his character. Hated and harried as he
had been by all before, he had for the first time in his life been
touched with the influence of a gentler power ; and, muttering
to himself during the absence of the tory, he disclosed a better
feeling than any that we have been accustomed to behold in
him.
If the gal loves him, and he loves her, I won't spoil the
sport atween 'em. She's a good gal, and had me to come to
supper at the same table, when the cappin spoke agin it. She
didn't laugh at me, nor stare at my eyes, as if I was a wild