Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER TWELVE
"THE JOOKS."
THE WAGON CAME at length, with mattress, feather beds, blankets; all that these simple people could think of, as likely to make the poor girl comfortable; and Sam brought, also, the bottle of apple-brandy, and
a vial of peppermint —a domestic preparation. With one or other of
these, Mike Baynam moistened her lips; but she made no effort to swal-
low. She answered all their cares with moans only, interrupted, now and
then, by a short, sharp cry, under a keener spasm than usual.
The two strong men lifted her into the wagon with all the tender-
ness of women. Mike sate at her head, which now rested upon a pillow
in his lap, and from time to time he moistened her lips with the mint
or brandy.
They drove slowly over the rough road, and rising the great steeps
from one terrace to the other on which stood the cottage of the hunters.
There, after a tedious time which tested severely the patience of Mike
Baynam, they at length arrived in safety, and were received at the
entrance by Mattie Fuller, and good mother Waters. It was lucky that this
old woman was yet there, for, during the journey the pains of labor had
so far advanced, that the child was half-born when the two women
removed the mother to her chamber, and closed the door upon the men.
Mike, awe-struck, confounded, and utterly miserable, at an event
which, to the last moment, he had never anticipated, hung about the
door with the most tender anxieties. At length a great shriek from within
drove him further from the house; but his anxieties would not allow him