Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XXIII: Gulliver in Lilliput >> Page 215

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
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"Then, sir, let me say that you should have been sufficiently scru-
pulous to execute your mission with more privacy, and not before
such an assembly."
"No, sir; here! Here, before your whole school, I prefer to expose
you to the scorn of the country, as a vile slanderer and defamer."
"Your epithets and declamation are hardly wise. You have chosen,
sir, and I accept your choice. You have chosen to assert the falsehood
as your own, and I accordingly, deliberately brand and denounce you
you as the fabricator of the lie ! Do you understand that, sir?"
The demon was fully unloosed. With a yell, Walter cried out :
"Take that, scoundrel ! "´┐Żand the uplifted whip was about to de-
scend; and the rule, in the hands of Stephen, was just as ready to
fall; and, with such a weapon, in such hands, the blow must have
crushed through hat, scull, and brain, when the weapons of both
parties were arrested by an unexpected interruption by the appear-
ance of new parties to the conflict.
Heated and influenced by what they had heard, a concerted move-
ment took place among the boys. Had Walter, or Stephen, but heark-
ened to the few murmured words in a little group of four or five
among them, it might possibly have kept the chief belligerents in
more sober paces.
"I'll jump upon him first," whispered little Dick Marvin to his
comrades; "then you pitch in."
And, true to his word, the moment the whip was uplifted in the
hands of Walter, the urchin, agile as a monkey, with a single bound
planted himself upon the shoulders of Dunbar, grappling him tightly
with one arm around his neck, while with the other hand he suddenly
snatched the whip from the grasp of the assailant. This was the work
of an instant. The signal, once given, Walter was grappled by three
others. The whole school was in arms, and all was uproar. Walter
was surrounded, and in spite of the most desperate struggles, he was
borne to the floor, flat upon his face, with half a score of the young
athletes squat upon his body from head to feet. It was Gulliver,
prostrate under the bonds of the Lilliputians.
"Let him rise, boys. He has had enough. He can do no harm.
God knows, this is humiliation enough ! "
The words of authority from Stephen, calmly judicial of expres-
sion, were immediately obeyed. But, even though relieved of the