Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 1, July 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Willis succeeded in getting to the door first, and as it was narrow, he
for a short time was able to maintain his ground; the first four that
presented themselves he sent to their long home, but their fellows,
exasperated at the death of their comrades, and seeing it was but one
man that opposed them, rallied for a rush, that must necessarily have
proved fatal to Willis, with all his strength and courage, had not a
diversion been made in his favor by the opportune arrival of his boat’s
crew, who had heard the pistol shot, and hurried up to the house; seeing
the game going on, with a loud shout, they attacked the blacks in the
rear. For a moment the slaves gave back, but the gig’s crew, consisted
of only four men, and they were armed with nothing but stretchers,
boat-hooks, and their common short knives, and the negroes gaining a
fresh accession to their numbers, were again on the point of being
victorious, as the crew of the launch, which had been in sight when the
gigsmen left their boat, came driving into the passage; they were
sixteen of the most powerful men in the schooner’s complement, all armed
with cutlasses, (twenty being constantly kept in a locker in the stern
of the launch,) and falling on the negroes with the impetuosity of a
whirlwind, they bore them down like chaff; and in two moments more the
house was in possession of the whites.
As soon as Willis was free from the fray, he hastened back to the
apartment in which he left Francisca and the old lady. The duenna had
recovered her senses, and was anxiously employed in trying to reanimate
Francisca, whose pale face, as it lay upon the dark dress of her
attendant, was so corpse-like, that for a short time Willis was fearful
that her ethereal spirit had fled.
Stooping down he impressed a gentle kiss on her cold forehead, and the
vile slaver! the man who had been branded with the name of “brute!”
breathed a fervent prayer to Heaven for the happy repose of her pure
soul; to his great joy, however, he soon found that his fears were
premature. A low sigh escaped Francisca; her bosom heaved, and after
nervously twitching her eyelids a short time, she opened them, and gazed
vacantly around the room, until her sight resting upon Willis, she
recovered her faculties, and, with a blush suffusing her cheek, she
tried to thank him; but the effort was too great, and she again swooned
away. By the use of stimulants, she was perfectly restored in the course
of half an hour, and, had Willis permitted it, would have overwhelmed
him with expressions of gratitude.
But he did not think the danger was over yet; and, informing them of it,
invited them to accompany him on board the Maraposa, until he had been
able to land a party, and see that all was quiet. The duenna was
clamorous to go, and soon overpowered the weak objections of Francisca,
who was in reality desirous of going, but was uneasy lest Willis might
think it unmaidenly.
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