Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XIX: The Black Dog >> Page 188

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 1 8 8JOSCELYN

as he rode by, little dreaming of those who watched him with such
bitter feelings from below, and, as his full, sonorous voice rang out
the word of command, calling up all the echoes of the hills, Angelica
grasped the wrist of her lover, and exclaimed:
"Oh! how I should like to pull the hateful creature from his
horse, and choke him on the ground ! "
And could Walter at that instant have seen her visage, fiery red
with passion, and with eyes that shot out lightnings, he would have
acknowledged the presence of a Medea, prepared to enact the mur-
deress. It was just such a spectacle as she exhibited on that fatal day
when the long-suppressed passion poured out all its bitterness in the
very teeth of the man whom she so madly hated! How to account
for this passion in one so feeble ! Blind antipathies on the part of the
weakly, are the modes by which they resent all superiority.
Walter Dunbar did not see the tiger expression of that young and
otherwise lovely face. He did not hear fully to comprehend the
savage speech which fell from that envenomed tongue. All his senses
were concentrated upon that passing vision of his own hate, and possi-
bly his fate !
Yes ! there above the peaceful fountain ´┐Ża fascinating spectacle of
the hateful and the loathsome stood his Black Dog! a monstrous
form, bearing the head and front of Stephen Joscelyn! The young
man literally gasped for breath, in the choking sensations of his
swelling heart.
Yes ! without hearing what is spoken by the child-woman beside
him, his thought his fierce desire responded to her's, and he half
started forward, as he fairly beheld the person of the leading trooper,
with the will and purpose to tear him from his horse, and grapple
with his throat in a mortal wrestle of life and death.
In a moment more the troop had disappeared. One faint blast of
a distant bugle reached their senses, and all again was silence. The
fountain resumed its innocent prattle, but it was not suffered to con-
tinue. Angelica resumed her prattle also, which unhappily was not so
innocent.
"Now, is it not monstrous that such a creature as that should pre-
sume to be a trooper! to be a Captain of cavalry ! the miserable,
crooked, hobbling! "