Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription CHAPTER XIII.
HOW THE STRIFE BEGAN.
To-morrow, and what then?
The manner and matter of Browne's speech were equally sig-
nificant. His wild aspect, savage solemnity of air, deep tones, and
authoritative manner, equally impressed the humble host, who con-
ducted him to a lowly shed-room, in the rear of the building where
he kept his shop. He showed him the rude framework of pine plank,
slightly raised above the floor, upon which a mattrass was spread, but
without covering of any kind. But the season of the year made all
covering unnecessary. Before laying himself down, Browne called
for another stoup of the brandy not in any soliciting manner, but
in tones of command. The host was submissive, and Browne having
drank, bade the former remove his lantern and leave him to his
sleep, which he was quite willing to do. Though well knowing his
man, and being of the same faction, he felt uneasy and troubled as
he reflected upon the strange conduct of his guest, and the remark-
able change which had come over him. He beheld his condition, and
could readily conceive, from what he knew of the brutalities which
had characterized parties in their savage feuds with their neighbors,
to what Browne had been subjected. He could also fully understand
that the violent passions of the man had given such provocation as,
in public opinion, seemed to justify this usage. But he dared ask him
no questions, and Browne volunteered no explanations. He kept these
in reserve for other occasions.
During the night, the landlord, who slept in an adjoining room,
was frequently disturbed by the voice of the fugitive, as if engaged in
earnest conversation with other parties. So deeply was he impressed
with this opinion, that he finally arose, and, taking his lamp, re-
entered the shedroom where he had left him; but, to his surprise,
found him in his bed, his limbs all composed, and buried in deep
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