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
Hamilton and Ellen made the best of their way down the Ohio, and early in
the evening had the good fortune to fall upon the camp of a party of
whites, under the direction of Ellen's brother, who had busied himself day
and night to raise the force and go in quest of the captives, having
resolved never to cease his efforts until his sister was rescued, or her
fate learned and her death avenged.
The meeting was a happy one; and as the object of the expedition was
accomplished, the party returned home, when there was a time of general
rejoicing.
CONCLUSION.
We have little more to say. As the reader will conclude without reading the
fact, Walter and Ellen were married, according to their original
arrangements, and afterward lived in the enjoyment of that happiness which
love alone can procure, and which can be found only at the domestic
fireside where peace reigns; their descendants may still be found in
Kentucky and other western states.
Durant recovered from his hurt, and lived for some years to plot more
mischief, and fail in his designs. He at last quarreled with one of his
savage followers, and in a fit of anger, struck him a blow with his fist.
The indignity was never forgotten or forgiven. The Indian vowed to be
revenged, and he kept his oath; dogging the steps of his foe, he found an
opportunity to inflict a wound, which felled his adversary to the earth.
With proper attention he might have recovered, but his enemy left him
disabled and bound, to die by slow inches!
His wound, at first very painful, soon began to mortify, and he felt the
worms in his still living body! Vultures came to feast upon him, ere the
vital spark of existence had gone out within him, and he had not the
strength left to lift a hand, or speak a word in his own defense, though
their long beaks were stretched over him and planted in his flesh and eyes!
And when death at last came, and laid his icy fingers upon his heart, for
the final stilling of its disquiet and guilty throbbing, his failing senses
were suddenly and momentarily aroused, and the curdling blood sent again
with quickened impulse through his veins, as his dull ears were saluted
with the horrible sound of the howlings of wild beasts in the distance; and
the last things that his closing, almost sightless balls beheld were the
glaring eyes of the monsters of the forest, as they gloated over their
prey!
The sight was enough to finish the work of dissolution, already advanced
near to completion, and the sluggish blood rushed for the last time upon
his paralyzed heart with such chilling coldness and mastering power, that
it ceased to beat, and the wretch was dead!
Then a fight took place over his putrefying carcass, and the screech of
the vulture, mingled with the angry growl of the wolf, as they contended
for the remains of the man of crimes in their wild fury and ferocious
hunger!
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