Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription TITE COLD TRAIL. 65 �

THE half-breed that morning had taken a stand upon the
road side to which he had been long accustomed. The route
was one frequently trodden by his enemy. This fact Blonay
had ascertained at an early period in his pursuit, and here, day
after day, had he watched with a degree of patient quietude
only to be comprehended by a reference to the peculiar blood
which was in him. The instincts of the Indian character were
his instincts. Hardily to endure, stubbornly to resist, perse-
veringly to prosecute his purpose�that purpose being a re-
venge of wrong and indignity all these seem to have been
born within him at his birth, and to have acquired a strength
corresponding with that of his continued growth and accumu-
lating vigor. Such instincts are scarcely to be controlled even
by education the education which he had received had only
made them more active and tenacious.
The half-breed had little hope, on the present occasion, to
meet again with his enemy. The attempt which he had re-
cently made on the life of Humphries, and which he thought
to have entirely failed, would, he believed, have so alarmed
the trooper as to have impelled him to seek another route, or,
at least, have prompted him to the precaution of taking com-
panions with him when he again rode forth. It was with a
faint hope, therefore, that he now resumed his place. On the
ensuing night he was to effect the escape of Mellichampe, the
successful prosecution of which attempt would, he doubted not,
result in raising for him a new enemy in the person of the tory
captain. About the issue of this adventure he had various mis-
givings. He questioned the practicability of success, as be