Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription not much troubled with an, active fancy,
and scarcely acquainted with melancho-
ly, except by name, the scene had its
charm for the watcher. There are few
spirits indeed that can withstand the so-
ber sadness invariably induced by a situ-
ation of the kind. The Sergeant felt the
solitude of his seclusion ; he felt an un-
speakable awe its contemplating the wil-
derness before him, the pale clouds that
racked with diversified fleeces, the broad
blue of the skies above him, seemed like
spirits of Heaven, on errands of 'mercy,
and, then the winds came rolling on with
a melancholy music, as if they brought
along with them the prayers of the many
fond associations left behind him. The
Sergeant began to feel womanish about
the eyes, and took a deep draught from
the noggin beside him.
A slight interval of time had passed,
when the Sergeant was disturbed in his
meditations by a rustling of the leaves
below him. Immediately beneath him
and the side on which he lay, was sha-
dowed entirely by the house, the moon
having not long risen, and not yet.reached
the height necessary, to the lighting of
all unequal situations With some diffi-
culty therefore, and only by an earnest-
ness of gaze, could the Sergeant discern
the object that had disturbed him, and
without allowing his imagination to af-
fect his judgment, he soon made out the
intruder to be the veritable Chief Red-
foot, or somebody very much like him.
This was enough to put him upon his
guard. Maintaining the same watchful-
ness he soon perceived the first corner
joined by two others, and after some lit-
tle conversation, he saw them retire a-
gain into the wood from which they had
evidently emerged. His conjectures on
the singularity of this circumstance were
shortly put an end to by the reappearance