Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory AscendencyKennedy, John Pendleton
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Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency
Kennedy, John Pendleton
South Carolina -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"That's further, my dear," replied Butler, "than I choose you should run
at this time of night. It is dark, my pretty girl."
"Gracious!" returned Mary with natural emotion, "do you think I am
afraid to go as far as the garden in the dark? We have no witches or
fairies in our hills to hurt us: and if we had, I know how to keep them
away."
"And how might that be?"
"By saying my prayers, sir. My father taught me, before my head was as
high as the back of this chair, a good many prayers: and he told me they
would protect me from all sorts of harm, if I only said them in right
earnest. And I hear many old people, who ought to know, say the same
thing."
"Your father taught you well and wisely," replied Butler; "prayer will
guard us against many ills, and chiefly against ourselves. But against
the harm that others may do us, we should not forget that prudence is
also a good safeguard. It is always well to avoid a dangerous path."
"But, for all that," said the maiden smiling, "I am not afraid to go as
far as the garden."
"If you mean to get the corn," interrupted Mistress Adair, in no very
kindly tone, "you had as well go without all this talk. I warrant if you
listen to every man who thinks it worth while to jabber in your ear, you
will find harm enough, without going far to seek it."
"I thought it was only civil to speak when I was spoken to," replied
Mary, with an air of mortification. "But I will be gone this moment:"
and with these words the girl went forth upon her errand.
A moment only elapsed when the door was abruptly thrown open, and the
tall and swarthy figure of Wat Adair strode into the room. The glare of
the blazing faggots of pine which had been thrown on the fire to light
up the apartment, fell broadly over his person, and flung a black and
uncouth shadow across the floor and upon the opposite wall; thus
magnifying his proportions and imparting a picturesque character to his
outward man. A thin, dark, weather-beaten countenance, animated by a
bright and restless eye, expressed cunning rather than hardihood, and
seemed habitually to alternate between the manifestations of waggish
vivacity and distrust. The person of this individual might be said, from
its want of symmetry and from a certain slovenly and ungraceful stoop in
the head and shoulders, to have been protracted, rather than tall. It
better deserved the description of sinewy than muscular, and
communicated the idea of toughness in a greater degree than strength.
His arms and legs were long; and the habit of keeping the knee bent as
he walked, suggested a remote resemblance in his gait to that of a
panther and other animals of the same species; it seemed to be adapted
to a sudden leap or spring.
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