Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844 — John Shaqi
Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844Various
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Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844
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Children's literature -- Periodicals
During his last illness, he endured many restless nights, which he
endeavored to soothe by conversing with the servant who chanced to sit
up with him. On one of these occasions, he inquired of an honest young
Pomeranian from whence he came? “From a little village in Pomerania.”
“Are your parents living?” “An aged mother.” “How does she maintain
herself?” “By spinning.” “How much does she gain daily by it?”
“Sixpence.” “But she cannot live well on that.” “In Pomerania, it is
cheap living.” “Did you never send her anything?” “O, yes; I have sent
her at different times a few dollars.” “That was bravely done; you are
a good boy. You have a deal of trouble with me. Have patience. I shall
endeavor to lay something by for you, if you behave well.” The monarch
kept his word; for, a few nights after, the Pomeranian being again in
attendance, received several pieces of gold, and heard, to his great
joy and surprise, that one hundred six dollars had been settled on his
mother during her life.
[Illustration: Man on horseback]
Dick Boldhero.
CHAPTER VI.
_Deliverance--arrival at a strange place--sickness--kindness
among strangers--account of Maroontown._
The rushing sound that filled my ears, as I fainted and fell to the
earth before the terrific image of the monster that threatened me
with instant death, was occasioned by the discharge of a musket. How
often does it happen that Providence interposes to save us, when
there appears to be no help at hand, and hope itself has departed. A
negro hunter happened to be passing at the precise moment that the
serpent was about to rush upon me, and crush me in its folds. I was
concealed from his view by the bushes that intervened; but he saw the
threatening attitude of the reptile, and knew that it was about to
strike upon some object near at hand. The huntsman was on horseback,
but the serpent was so intent upon its prey, that it allowed the man
to approach within a few yards. He then levelled his gun, and the
discharge nearly severed its head from the body. The convulsions of the
dying monster lashed the earth, and tore the adjacent herbage, while
the space around was covered with blood. These struggles gradually
subsided; the form was stretched out at length upon the ground in a
waving line, and, except a tremulous motion along the back, and a faint
vibration of the tail, the creature ceased to move.
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