The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
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The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"The wickedly wise cunningly suppose that they are cheating their God
and their fellow men; the last they may temporarily deceive, but the
Great Political Economist of the universe so overrules their cunning,
that their own hands are forging the chains of their future captivity,
at the very moment when they suppose themselves constructing daggers
for their neighbour's throats, and keys for their strong boxes. The
mysterious power of which I speak is felt always in the latter end of
human life, but can never be described to those just entering upon the
scene. Thrice blessed is he, my son, who can fall before his Maker and
say that justice, probity and benevolence have been his ruling motives
of action--whether from the dictates of the heart or of the head. That
thou art one of those I have long believed, and if thou art not the son
of my loins, thou art of my affections. Come, my boat waits for thee;
thy presence is even now needed in Jamestown. Thy troops are encamped
but a few miles from the town, and are wondering at thy absence. The
Governor has embarked for the city to perpetrate more wrong and
oppression. By the will of Heaven this rusty weapon shall once more do
battle in a holy cause."
As they were leaving the cabin, Bacon turned to the nurse and embracing
her said, "I go hence, good Margaret, to battle in the cause of my
country, and that right speedily. If I am successful, you will soon hear
from me, and if not, you will have the consolation of knowing that your
foster son died as became the son of a soldier. Before yon rising moon
has twice performed her circuit, I will be either the conqueror of
Jamestown or buried in its ruins."
With hasty strides he followed the Recluse, who was already half way to
the little secluded inlet from which he had landed. As they approached
the water, Bacon could perceive two slender masts dancing in the
moonbeams, as the dark hull of a fishing smack pitched and tossed with
the swelling billows. Stepping into a log canoe, (such as surround all
water bound plantations in slave countries,) they were speedily on board
the diminutive craft, where two lounging fishermen waited their
approach. The wind was blowing fresh from off the sea across the neck of
land they had just left, and they scudded before it at a rate, if not
quite equal to the impatience of the more youthful voyager, at least
with as much rapidity as could reasonably have been expected. The
Recluse seemed as usual inclined for thoughtful silence, and as his
companion leaned against the mast of the rocking vessel, he saw the
workings of a mighty mind--wrecked, as he supposed, upon some unseen
obstacle, as it was impetuously borne along by the resistless tide of
youthful hopes and aspirations. He could not believe that the Recluse
had ever been deliberately base or cruel, as he himself had more than
hinted. "At least," said he, as he communed with himself, "he has paid
ten-fold penance for a single error."
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