Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, May, 1851.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
an accident by the way, a swollen torrent, a chance impediment of any
kind that should delay me--and what a change might that produce in the
whole destiny of the world. The dispatches I carried conveyed
instructions the most precise and accurate--the places for combined
action of the two armies--information as to the actual state of parties,
and the condition of the native forces, was contained in them. All that
could instruct the newly-come generals, or encourage them to decisive
measures were there; and, yet, on what narrow contingencies did their
safe arrival depend! It was thus, in exaggerating to myself the part I
played--in elevating my humble position into all the importance of a
high trust--that I sustained my drooping spirits, and acquired energy to
carry me through fatigue and exhaustion. During that night, and the
greater part of the following day, we walked on, almost without halt,
scarcely eating, and, except by an occasional glass of whisky, totally
unrefreshed; and I am free to own, that my poor guide--a bare-legged
youth of about seventeen, without any of those high-sustaining illusions
which stirred within my heart--suffered far less either from hunger or
weariness than _I_ did. So much for motives. A shilling or two were
sufficient to equalize the balance against all the weight of my heroism
and patriotic ardor together!
A bright sun, and a sharp wind from the north, had succeeded to the
lowering sky and heavy atmosphere of the morning, and we traveled along
with light hearts and brisk steps, breasting the side of a deep ascent,
from the summit of which my guide told me, I should behold the sea--the
sea, not only the great plain on which I expected to see our armament,
but the link which bound me to my country! Suddenly, just as I turned
the angle of a cliff, it burst upon my sight--one vast mirror of golden
splendor--appearing almost at my feet! In the yellow gleams of a setting
sun, long columns of azure-colored light streaked its calm surface, and
tinged the atmosphere with a warm and rosy hue. While I was lost in
admiration of the picture, I heard the sound of voices close beneath me,
and, on looking down, saw two figures who, with telescopes in hand, were
steadily gazing on a little bay that extended toward the west.
At first, my attention was more occupied by the strangers than by the
object of their curiosity, and I remarked that they were dressed and
equipped like sportsmen, their guns and game-bags lying against the rock
behind them.
"Do you still think that they are hovering about the coast, Tom?" said
the elder of the two, "or are you not convinced, at last, that I am
right?"
"I believe you are," replied the other; "but it certainly did not look
like it yesterday evening, with their boats rowing ashore every half
hour, signals flying, and blue lights burning; all seemed to threaten a
landing."
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