Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XIV: Thumbscrew in Practice >> Page 128

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription '128 MELLICIIAMPE.
hopes, not of our fears ; of our joys, not of our sorrows ; of the
future, too, in exclusion. of the present."
And thus, loving and well beloved, the two discoursed to-
gether ; she sadly and despondingly, but with a true devoted-
ness of heart throughout ; and he, warm in all things, impetu-
ously urging his love, his hope, his hatred to his enemies, his
promises of vengeance, and his fixed determination to pursue
the war in the neighborhood, in spite even of her solicitations
that he should fly to a region of greater security.
Thumbscrew, meanwhile, had been anything but remiss in
his guard. He had cautiously pursued his youthful associate,
keeping close upon his heels, yet narrowly watching to avoid
discovery. Though a bold and daring man, he yet esteemed the
feelings and desires of X[ellichampe with a sentiment of respect
little short of awe ; the natural sentiment of one brought up as
he had been, to regard the family of his wealthy neighbor as
superior beings in many respects. Apart from this, the quick,
impetuous spirit of the youth exacted its own observance ; and,
as his commands had been positive to his comrade not to at-
tend him, and urged in a manner sufficiently emphatic to en-
force respect, the more humble companion felt the necessity
of seeming submissive at least. We have seen that his regard
trampled over his obedience, and it was well perhaps that it
did so. It was not long that Thumbscrew had maintained his
watch, before his quick ear detected the approach of footsteps.
He ventured to peep out from his bush, and he was able to see
the distinct outline of the intruder's person. He saw him ap-
proach the long alley in which he himself was sheltered, and
within a few paces of the lovers ; and he immediately changed
his own position. Barsfield for it was he�came on, passed
the spot which sheltered the scout, and, stealing heedfully
around a clump of orange, made his way to the rear of the
thick bower in which Janet and Mellichampe were seated.
The scout tracked him with no less caution and much more
adroitness. He placed himself in cover, and coolly awaited
the progress of events. The impatient spirit of Barsfield did
not suffer him to wait long. The tort', it is probable, heard
something of the dialogue between the two, and his movement