For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost ColonyWilson, William Thomas
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For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost Colony
Wilson, William Thomas
Roanoke Colony -- Fiction
A loud burst of music; he had finished, and was untying the bandage
from about his face, midst the cries, "Well done!" of his companions.
And now the outer door opened, and from the darkness outside an Indian
appeared, leading by a rope a tame bear. Often had I seen the animal
about the native settlement. He was a huge, clumsy, good-natured brute,
and as he stood in the middle of the room sniffing the air, his little
eyes blinking in the light, his head rolling from side to side, he
looked anything but dangerous. His master had taught him to wrestle,
and as the animal stood erect on the floor, I saw one of the seamen
stripping off his doublet to struggle with him.
The Indian untied the rope from about the brute's head.
"The Señor had best treat him gently to-night," he said in his native
tongue to the sailor as he advanced, "for he has been in an ugly humor
all day, and it has been only within the last few moments that I have
been able to approach him."
I remonstrated with DeNortier.
"The man had best not wrestle with the bear to-night," I said. "The
Indian says that he is in an ugly humor, and he might do the sailor a
harm."
The Count shrugged his shoulders.
"The brute does not look dangerous," he answered. "I have seen him
around here for more than a year, and never have I known him to do any
mischief."
I looked at the beast again; truly he did not look dangerous. To-night
he seemed the same good-humored giant that he had ever been; only he
was a little restless, perhaps the light and the unaccustomed crowd
made him so. He was a tremendous fellow, standing six feet or more on
his hind legs, and with his long curved paws, he could tear a man to
pieces as if he were a leaf, should he become infuriated.
The sailor was ready, and advanced to meet the bear. He was as fine
a specimen of mankind as the brute was of the animal creation--tall,
broad-shouldered, with big corded arms, upon which the great muscles
stood out like the ivy upon some gigantic oak. He might well have stood
for a statue representing the brute strength of man.
The beast did not seem disposed to meet his antagonist, and it was only
by repeated blows with his stick that his master could persuade him to
advance toward the seaman, and then he did so very unwillingly.
The sailor threw his arms around the unresisting animal, and bore down
his great weight upon him; with a crash they went down, the man upon
the bear. The pirate arose lightly in an instant, but the beast lay
still, as if stunned by the fall. Angered by the easy overthrow of his
pet, the native brought down his heavy stick with a dull thud upon
the bear. With a hoarse growl, he sprang to his feet, his little eyes
flashing fire, his tongue protruding from his teeth.
"Do not approach him!" I cried out to the sailor.
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