Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
The hoe-cakes and bacon were smoking finely, and the fatigue of the
youth engaged his senses, with no unwillingness on their part, to detect
a most savory attraction in the assault which they made upon his sight
and nostrils alike. He waited not for a second invitation, but in a few
moments--having first stripped his horse, and put the saddle, by
direction of the emigrant, into his wagon--he threw himself beside them
upon the ground, and joined readily and heartily in the consumption of
the goodly edibles which were spread out before them.
They had not been long at this game, when a couple of fine watch-dogs
which were in the camp, guarding the baggage, gave the alarm, and the
whole party was on the alert, with sharp eye and cocked rifle. They
commenced a survey, and at some distance could hear the tread of
horsemen, seemingly on the approach. The banditti, of which we have
already spoken, were well known to the emigrant, and he had already to
complain of divers injuries at their hands. It is not, therefore, matter
of surprise, that he should place his sentinels, and prepare even for
the most audacious attack.
He had scarcely made this disposition of his forces, which exhibited
them to the best advantage, when the strangers made their appearance.
They rode cautiously around, without approaching the defences
sufficiently nigh to occasion strife, but evidently having for their
object originally an attack upon the wayfarer. At length, one of the
party, which consisted of six persons, now came forward, and, with a
friendly tone of voice, bade them good-evening in a manner which seemed
to indicate a desire to be upon a footing of the most amiable sort with
them. The old man answered dryly, with some show of sarcastic
indifference in his speech--
"Ay, good evening enough, if the moon had not gone down, and if the
stars were out, that we might pick out the honest men from the rogues."
"What, are there rogues in these parts, then, old gentleman?" asked the
new-comer.
"Why do you ask me?" was the sturdy reply. "You ought to be able to say,
without going farther than your own pockets."
"Why, you are tough to-night, my old buck," was the somewhat crabbed
speech of the visiter.
"You'll find me troublesome, too, Mr. Nightwalker: so take good counsel,
and be off while you've whole bones, or I'll tumble you now in half a
minute from your crittur, and give you a sharp supper of pine-knots."
"Well, that wouldn't be altogether kind on your part, old fellow, and I
mightn't be willing to let you; but, as you seem not disposed to be
civil, I suppose the best thing I can do is to be off."
"Ay, ay, be off. You get nothing out of us; and we've no shot that we
want to throw away. Leave you alone, and Jack Ketch will save us shot."
"Ha, ha!" exclaimed the outlier, in concert, and from the deeper
emphasis which he gave it, in chorus to the laughter which followed,
among the party, the dry expression of the old man's humor--
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