Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Ten: How Aunt Betsy Comes in at a Crisis >> Page 96

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 96 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
together; how she fell; how he lifted her up, and kept tender hold upon
her after she had arisen; how their eyes meeting, hers were cast down;
how she murmured, still looking down,
"Hull Gull!" resuming the game: and how, through a thousand
petty details which showed the progress of the pair to such an intimacy
as the bashful hunter had never himself dreamed to enjoy; poor Mike
was the melancholy spectator, untill his very heart seemed to sink and
collapse within him.
How, at length, Rose Carter pelted her gallant with the nuts, because
of something he had whispered in her ears, which Mike could not hear,
and how, at length, Fairleigh pursued and caught her in his arms, and
kissed her kissed her on the mouth, nay with lips clinging close to
hers, and her form drawn to his bosom in close embrace!
The crisis was reached! Staggering forth from his hiding place, pale,
as a ghost, Mike suddenly appeared before them, when Rose Carter
struggled and freed herself from the embrace of the young man, push-
ing him from her, and uttering a pretty little cry.
Alas! poor Rose! Alas! poor Hunter.
He was speechless as he stood before the pair speechless, pale,
looking with wild and vacant eye, which could no longer find the
adequate expression for the grief that was in his soul.
From this stupor he was not even aroused, when Fairleigh turned
fiercely upon him, exclaiming
"Who the devil are you Sir. What brings you here?"
Mike did not appear to hear or see him; but kept his eyes fastened
solely upon the face of Rose, whose eyes fell beneath his stare, and who,
at length, with an evident consciousness, covered them with her hands.
Fairleigh was answered by another party. Aunt Betsy, followed by
Bulkley had now come up. She had heard the words of Fairleigh.
"Hoity! Toity!" she exclaimed, puffing and panting all the while
"And who, I wants to know, hes a better right to be here than Mike
It was evident that Aunt Betsy had no liking for young Fairleigh; the
long tramp which he had made her take in the sinuous windings of his
progress that morning had not made him a favorite; and the influence
which he had, in excluding Mike, who had so long been her favorite,
from all other favour at Rose Dale, was enough to possess her mind
against him. She now kindly took the hand of Mike, saying
"You hev a parfect right to be hyar, Mike. I axed you for one, of
nobody else did. In fact," looking savagely at Fairleigh "Mike