Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 3, March 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 3, March 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The rain meanwhile had ceased, and the distant mutterings of the thunder
could be heard only at intervals. All was silent in the cabin, awaiting
the expected approach of the savages. Kate had approached Gaston when
she first came into the room, and timidly asked if he was hurt. Having
received a satisfactory answer, she had remained silently by his side,
until all was prepared for action. Then, for a moment forgetting the
dangers that surrounded him, Gaston yielded to the impulse of his heart,
and drawing the lovely being, who was now his wedded wife, in all the
ardor of passionate love, to his bosom, imprinted upon her ruby lips,
the kiss of which he had been so suddenly deprived by the onset of the
savages.
“My own Kate,” said he, “if you find we are to be overcome, you must try
and make your escape through the back door, and thence to the woods.
Here is one of my pistols, take it, and if you are pursued, you know how
to use it; shoot down the first foe who dares to lay a hand on you. Make
for the river, you know where my canoe is; the current is rapid and
dangerous, but, if you can reach the other bank you are safe. Farewell
now, my own sweet love, and if I fall, may heaven shed its protection
over you.”
Gaston was not a man to melt at every circumstance, but to be thus
separated from his bride, perhaps never to meet again, brought a tear to
his manly cheek. Love, had for a moment, unmanned his firm and noble
heart; but it had passed, and he was again a soldier; thinking only how
best to defend, what he valued more than his life—his wife.
At this instant the whoop of the Indians again sounded to the assault.
Each man sprang to his post. The whites had been equally divided, and a
party stationed in each room. The rooms were now simultaneously attacked
by the foe; and with clubs and large stones, they endeavored to force
the doors. The silence of death reigned within, while without all was
tumult and confusion. The door at length yielded—one board and then
another gave way, while yell upon yell rose at their success.
“Hold on boys, until I give the word,” said Gaston, “and then stop your
blows only with your lives.”
The door and its whole support yielded, and in poured the savages like a
whirlwind. “_Fire now_,” cried Gaston, “and club your guns.”
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