Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.Cooke, John Esten
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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.
Cooke, John Esten
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
“Before he could take advantage of his success, I sprang at his throat,
grasped his sword-arm with my left hand, and, shortening my stump of a
weapon, drove the point through his breast.
“He uttered a cry, staggered, and threw up his hands; I released my
clutch on his arm; and he fell heavily backward into the grave.
“‘Now to end all,’ I said, and I set out rapidly for Fonthill.”
XXV.
GOING TO REJOIN MORTIMER.
“I had not gone a hundred yards, when I heard the sound of wheels
approaching.
“I had said to myself, ‘I am going back to madam; she will hear my
footsteps upon the staircase; will open the door; will rush forward to
embrace me, under the impression that I am her dear Mortimer, returning
triumphant from the field of battle; and then a grand tableau!’ Things
were destined to turn out differently, as you will see in an instant.
“The sound of wheels grew louder; a carriage appeared; and I recognized
my own chariot.
“‘Why have you disobeyed my orders?’ I said to the old gray-haired
driver, arresting the horses as I spoke, by violently grasping the
bridles.
“The old coachman looked frightened. Then he said, in an agitated
voice:--
“‘Madam ordered me to obey her, sir.’
“‘Madam?’
“‘Yes, sir.’
“‘Where is she?’
“‘In the carriage, sir. As soon as I got back, she came down to the
door--ordered me to drive her to _you_--and I was obliged to do so,
sir.’
“‘Good,’ I said, ‘you have done well.’
And opening the door of the carriage, through the glass of which I
saw the pale face of the woman, I entered it, directing the coachman to
drive to the ‘Hicksford Crossing.’
A hoarse, but defiant voice at my side said:--
“‘Where is Mr. Mortimer?’
“‘Gone over the river,’ I said, laughing, ‘and we are going, too.’
“‘To rejoin him?’
“‘Yes, madam.’
“The carriage had rolled on, and as it passed the grave I heard a groan.
“‘What is that?’ said she.
“‘The river is groaning over yonder, madam.’
“‘You will not attempt to pass it to-night?’
“‘Yes, madam. Are you afraid?’
“She looked at me with fiery eyes.
“‘Afraid? No!’ she said, ‘I am afraid of nothing!’
“I really admired her at that moment. She was truly brave. I said
nothing, however. The carriage rolled on, and ten minutes afterward the
roar of the river, now near at hand, was heard. That sound mingled with
the deep bellowing of the thunder, which succeeded the dazzling flashes
at every instant dividing the darkness.
“All at once my companion said:--
“‘I am tired of this--where is Mr. Mortimer?’
“‘He awaits us,’ I replied.
“‘You are going to him?’
“‘Yes.’
“We had reached the bank of the river, and, stopping the carriage, I
sprung out. Madam followed me, without being invited. A small boat rose
and fell on the swollen current. I detached the chain, seized a paddle,
and pointed to the stern seat.
“‘The river is dangerous to-night,’ said madam, coldly.
“‘Then you are afraid, after all?’
“‘No!’ she said.
“And with a firm step she entered the boat.
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