Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XXVI: The Wounded Lover >> Page 234

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 234 MELLICHAMPE.
"God of heaven ! have mercy ! what shall I do? I may
not help him :" and the exclamation burst spontaneously
from her lips, as she found, after repeated efforts, that her fee-
ble arms were inadequate to the task even of lifting him from
his present painful position to a drier spot upon the bank.
In her bewilderment and anguish, she could only call his
name in a bitter fondness. He heard her complaints, and
seemed to comprehend their occasion. His lips parted, and,
though with pain and a sensible effort, he strove to speak to
her. The words were faint and inaudible. She bent down
her ears, and at length distinguished what he said. He but
named to her the faithful negro who had once before stood so
opportunely between him and his enemy, and had nearly suf-
fered a dreadful a~~d ignominious death in consequence of his
Scip Scipio he will come´┐Ż Scip."
His eyes closed with the effort, but her face brightened as
she listened to the words, She immediately laid his head
tenderly upon the bank, pressed the pale, unconscious forehead
with her lips, and, bounding away through the thicket, hurried
with all the fleetness of a zealous and devoted spirit to the
completion of her task.