Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Six: Clouds about the House >> Page 135

image of pageExplore Inside

Page 135

Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CLOUDS ABOUT THE HOUSE 135
Betsy Moore! and she tells me little or nothing of the fashionable circles
of the North of the eminent people whom she met; and, in fact, noth-
ing, except she was at this place and that; now at Saratoga, now at
Newport, now at the White Mountains, and now at Quebec! I cannot
remember that she mentioned the name of a single distinguished indi-
vidual with whom she danced at any of the places.""What! Heh! She didn't tell you of that famous poltroon of Kinder-
hook, that you was so sure she was guine to hook? She haint opened to
you the book of rivilations yet!"
A look of sublime scorn answered this sneering speech of Aunt Betsy,
and Jane Carter closed her eyes and lapsed away into a long session of
indignant silence, which might possibly be meditation also.
But Aunt Betsy had been quite as conscious of the serious change
in Rose as her mother, and noted much in that girl's manner calculated
to occasion her concern, which the mother did not see. She observed
that instead of the bold, free, defiant carriage which marked her man-
ner only a little year ago, she was now timid, shrinking, apt to change
color under the gaze of her mother, and her eyes sank beneath any
steady look. Her movements were marked by incertitude; she was no
longer talkative; and spoken to suddenly, she grew pale and answered
with evident embarrassment.
Of course, there was much questioning on the part of the mother, and
Rose admitted that she had not latterly been well. She had suffered from
sea-sickness, and from occasional faintnesses, and so forth; but the
attacks were all slight and not long continued.
"Alas! my daughter! these are some of my very symptoms! Heaven
grant that you do not suffer as I have done. You must take some of my
cordial elixir.
"Don't you now!" interfered Aunt Betsy. "None of your nasty drops
for Rose! she kin git on, I reckon, very well without 'em, and so could you
if you only knowed it. I've hairn about that sea-sickness, and from what
I've hairn, it's a horrid thing; but now the gal's got her legs on the dry
land, she'll do.""Legs on the land! Oh! horrid!" was the comment of the elegant lady,
shuddering all over as she uttered the vulgar sentence.
"Yes, I say legs on the land! I'll tell you what, Jane Carter, you very delikit
people, so awful nice, hev got a good many nasty notions, to my idee.""Spare me, Betsy Moore, these disgusting words!""Oh! I kin spare you any quantity of 'em, of so be you think they'll do
any good to your innards!"