Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
Even the ferocious Governor was for a moment daunted at the boldness of
the act, and afraid to follow; until the parson--well worthy he of the
name!--set him the example by leaping on the shingles, and pursuing the
unhappy girl to her last refuge. He approached--he stretched forth his
arm to seize her; but he was not destined to lay an impure touch on the
devoted and heroic creature. I saw her lay her lips once on those of
the poor Edith--the next instant the frail figure of the little sister
was hurled from her arms, to be dashed to pieces on the stones below.
In another, the hapless Isabella herself had followed her, having
thrown herself headlong from the height, to escape by death a fate
otherwise inevitable.
Of what followed I have but a faint and disordered recollection. I
remember that the fall of the two maidens caused loud cries of horror
from the men, and of lamentation from the women; and I remember, also,
that these were renewed almost immediately after, but mingled with the
sound of fire-arms discharged by a party of foes, and the voices of
white men (among which I distinguished that of my master's son, the
major) calling upon one another to "give no quarter to the miscreants."
A party of armed horsemen had in fact ridden among us, and were now
dealing death on all hands from pistols and sabres. From one of the
latter weapons I myself received a severe cut, and was at the same time
struck down by the hoofs of a horse, and left insensible.
15. CHAPTER XV.
THE RESULTS OF THE INSURRECTION, WITH A TRULY STRANGE AND FATAL
CATASTROPHE THAT BEFELL THE AUTHOR.
When I recovered my senses I found myself a prisoner, bound hand
and foot, and lying, with six or seven of my late companions, in a
cart, in which, groaning with pain, for most of us were wounded, and
anticipating a direful end to our dreams of conquest and revenge, we
were trundled to the village, and there deposited in the county jail,
to repent at leisure the rashness and enormity of our enterprise.
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