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
Bacon's character was eminently prompt and decisive. He determined,
should such be the case, to commence the attack upon the instant he
should receive such information.
Having provided for the safety and accommodation of Pompey, and ordered
the courier of the Governor into close but respectful keeping, he
sallied out along the outposts, to examine the scene of future
operations. The stars twinkled brilliantly in the heavens around the
horizon, but the glaring light of the savage fires upon the hill threw
the mellowed rays of the heavenly orbs into dim contrast immediately
round the two camps. As he walked along the margin of the little
stream, upon the borders of which his own troops were stationed, toward
the river, the night-scene presented to his view was reviving and
exciting to his imagination. The ascending columns of fire upon the hill
reflected the trees and other objects upon its brow in gigantic shadows
over the plain beneath. The bright red light fell upon the broad sheet
of water below the falls, in long horizontal rays, stretching far away
over its shining surface toward the opposite shore. The island in the
middle of the stream, a little higher up than the point at which he
stood, was clothed in verdant impenetrable shrubbery--the darkness
gathered around its shores more palpable from the contrast of the
neighbouring fires. The roar of the falls fell monotonously upon his
ear, ever and anon interrupted by the sharp shrill whoop of some
over-joyous savage, engaged in orgies within the fort surmounting the
hill. As he pensively stood upon the banks of the Powhatan, and surveyed
the illuminated scene immediately around, and the darker shadows of the
hills stretching away in the distance and skirting the margin of the
river, the shining waves beneath his feet, and the dusky outlines of the
rocks and islands beyond, it little entered his imagination that upon
that romantic spot, in future time, there should spring up a noble
city--the capital of an empire state--that the natural lawns upon which
he stood, would be exchanged for docks and quays--that the hills on his
right hand (which to a scholar might, even then, have recalled the
Acropolis) should support classic colonnades, and spires pointing to the
clouds; and that the diminutive stream upon the banks of which his
troops were bivouacked, should receive, from the sanguinary battle in
which he was about to engage, a name to outlive the very monuments of
his generation.[4] Without these deeply interesting associations,
however, the scene in its natural and unreclaimed features was eminently
captivating and romantic. No site in the country abounded more with bold
and enchanting objects. On the one hand were the picturesque hills,[5]
commanding a prospect seldom equalled, never surpassed, of landscape
varied with woodland, dell and meadow, through which the shining waters
of the Powhatan were now visible, glowing like a sheet of fire, and now
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