Ellen Walton : $b or, The villain and his victimsAddison, Alvin
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Ellen Walton : $b or, The villain and his victims
Addison, Alvin
Fiction
Cowering like a condemned criminal, the dark-deeded villain crept toward a
shelter, dragging with him his captives. Suddenly a dazzling flood of
light, blinding and bewildering, enveloped the whole party, and, at the
same instant, an earth-shaking, sky-rending burst of sound stunned them all
to prostration. It was some seconds before any one recovered. Then Hamilton
arose and lifted Ellen also. On looking around, they perceived a large oak
had been riven by the descending bolt at a short distance from them. A
splinter from the tree had struck Durant on the breast and temple, and he
lay bleeding and senseless upon the earth, but whether dead or alive, none
could tell, as they had no time to certainly determine the point at such a
moment. Hastily gathering him up, Ramsey and two of the Indians carried him
to the cave, where they were all glad to congregate themselves during the
continuance of the frightful tornado.
Once sheltered, Walter and Ellen gazed out upon the raging tempest in
bewildered amazement, not unmixed with awe. Never had they beheld the
elements so fearfully agitated as now! Blacker than midnight were the
pall-like clouds that "hung the heavens." Loud as thunder was the roaring
of the wind. Incessantly the vivid lightnings blazed forth in blinding
flashes; while above all the mingled commotion of the storm strife, the
bursting thunders boomed. Like feathers in the breeze, great limbs of trees
were wrenched from their places, and whirled, and twirled, and borne away.
The tough oaks were twisted from their stems, or pulled up by the roots,
while the smaller trees were snapped off like brittle reeds.
"Terribly grand!" said Hamilton to his companion.
"A fearful display of God's power!" responded Ellen.
"A mere breath of his omnipotence--nothing more!"
For half an hour the tempest raged in violence, then its fury was spent,
and soon after the clouds rolled away. During its continuance, the wild
passions of the savages were awed into quiet, and their hearts filled with
other thoughts and emotions than those of vengeance and cruelty. They were
silent as the grave, and harmless as silent.
The party now found time to look about them. Durant had manifested signs of
life, but was evidently badly hurt. Presently he opened his eyes, and
stared about, but his glances were those of bewildered delirium. A high
fever was burning in his veins; its fires penetrated to the head, and,
reveling amid the brain, unhinged reason, and let loose the fierce passions
so long time grown strong and o'ermastering.
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