Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription JOSCELYNII
floor at intervals, under a self-chafing process, which made his
cheeks glow as with the heat from a furnace.
Having satisfied himself that his hands would now bear the
inspection of his guests, the young man took up his rifle and bird-
pouch, quietly entered the hall where he was awaited, carefully
hung up his rifle upon the rack of deer antlers over the door,
cast down his bird-bag on a table, his cap beside it, and ran his
fingers through the massy shock of light brown hair which over-
spread his forehead.
All these things were done as quietly and coolly as if no other
parties were present, having claims on his attention; and without
any recognition given to the three several persons who were silently
in waiting, watching all his movements.
The group consisted of the father, an elderly person of some
fifty-five years, a hale, florid, fiery Scotchman, of bluff manners,
and grizzly hair and beard. He was over the middle size, stout
of limb and muscle, and was still capable of great endurance and
of much activity.
His companions, Cameron and Browne, were both much younger
men. They, too, were also of Scottish type and natives of the old
country. The one was the sub-agent of the crown among the Indians
of the colonies of Georgia and the Carolinas. Browne had been a
trader among the red men. This traffic, for a long period, had
been carried on mostly by Scotchmen. They penetrated into all
the obscure regions of the South, and by their general industry,
shrewdness, intelligence and courage, laid the foundations of great
families as well as great fortunes. We owe to these sources, chiefly
of the Scotch-Irish, some of the most eminent men that the country
has produced. But this aside.
We turn once more to the group now assembled in the parlor
of Malcolm Dunbar.
A keen, quick glance of the eye showed to the young man,
Walter Dunbar, their several aspects in a single moment. His first
glance was upon the face of the man named Cameron. There he
beheld, in features comparatively smooth, that sinister sort of smile
which looks so very like a sneer, that one feels tempted to floor