Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 424 MELLICHAMPE.
vainly strove to press forward as closely to the youth as pos-
sible, and once or twice writhed about in such a manner,
though the grasp of Mellicliampe was still upon his collar, as
entirely to defeat the aim of the negro.
'Tan"till I mus knock you, Mass Barsfield."
Scip Scipio !" were the pleading tones of the tory, as he
threw up his arms vainly. The blow descended and silenced
him for ever. The billet was buried in his brains. The skull
lay crushed and flattened, and but a single contraction of the
limbs and convulsion of the frame attested the quick transition
of life to death so dreadful had been the stroke. Melli-
champe had fainted.
Hurra ! hurra ! Well done, Scip well done ! you've
saved the boy. You're a nigger among a thousand !"
The tones of exultation and encouragement came faintly
from the lips of the woodman, who bled inwardly. They
fell upon unheeding senses; for the stupefied Scipio at that
moment heard them not.