Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Fourteen: Catastrophe at Rosedale >> Page 183

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
falling, without seeming will or effort to resist; she fell, "even as the dead
body helplessly falls low."
They rushed to help her up, and reseated her in her chair, while Aunt
Betsy ran to get the drops and the cologne. The latter she applied to her
face. The drops she would have poured into her mouth, but the teeth
were closed. Meanwhile, Sam Fuller felt her pulse and said:
"It's no use, Aunt Betsy; she's gone!
"What! Dead!""Dead, ma'am.""The Lawd be marciful! mother and daughter! It's my turn next."
Mrs. Carter died of disease of the heart, according to the opinion of
the physician, who had warned her that any great and violent excitement
would probably be fatal. Some of the languishings of the poor lady, which
her sister thought to be only so many fine airs, were due, no doubt, to this
secret malady.
Mother and daughter were buried on the same day, in the same grave!
But the "CUB OF THE PANTHER" flourished at the bosom of Mattie Fuller.