United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Refreshed and encouraged he went back to his hiding-place, intending to
start again on his perilous journey when the mountain path grew dark
enough to warrant him in doing so. But soon after the sunsetting a
fearful storm came up, and in the pitchy darkness of the cave Will
listened to the bellowing thunder roaring through the mountain gorges,
and saw from the opening the forked lightning which struck more than one
tall tree near the place of his concealment. Fed by the rain which had
fallen in torrents, the stream under the projecting rock was beginning
to rise and spread itself over the surface of the cave. It was up to his
ankles now, and it rose so rapidly that Will was thinking of leaving the
cave and groping his way as well as he could to the westward, when his
quick ear caught the sound as of two or more persons coming stealthily
up the mountain side. Whoever they were they seemed to move with the
utmost caution, and Will’s heart beat high as he hoped it might be some
brother fugitives seeking the shelter of the cave. The gleam of a
lantern, however, and the same voice he had heard in the morning cursing
the Yankees so bitterly dispelled that illusion, and in a tremor of
terror he drew back in his watery quarters, crawling in the darkness to
the farthest end of the cavern, and feeling the rising water flow over
his knees as he waited for what might come next.
“Stay here, Charlie, while I go in. I know he must be here, and if he
isn’t drowned by this time it’s just a special Providence, that’s all I
have to say.”
Surely that was no unfriendly voice, notwithstanding the oaths of the
morning, but still Will did not move until the stranger, who evidently
knew every turn and nook of the cavern, was so near to him that the
light from the dark lantern fell full upon his face and betrayed him at
once. There was a thought of Rose, and the freedom he had almost
regained, and then forgetting the friendly tones, Will gave a low,
bitter moan and stretching out his hands, said imploringly,
“Kill me here as well as anywhere, and let the suspense be ended.”
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