Adventure stories; Fiction; Mystery fiction; Short stories
While he thus looked, an old man got staggering to his feet, unwound his
blanket, and laid it, with great gentleness, on a young girl who sat hard
by propped against a rock. The girl did not seem to be conscious of the
act; and the old man, after having looked upon her with the most engaging
pity, returned to his former bed and lay down again uncovered on the
turf. But the scene had not passed without observation even in that
starving camp. From the very outskirts of the party, a man with a white
beard and seemingly of venerable years, rose upon his knees, and came
crawling stealthily among the sleepers towards the girl; and judge of my
father’s indignation, when he beheld this cowardly miscreant strip from
her both the coverings and return with them to his original position.
Here he lay down for a while below his spoils, and, as my father
imagined, feigned to be asleep; but presently he had raised himself again
upon one elbow, looked with sharp scrutiny at his companions, and then
swiftly carried his hand into his bosom and thence to his mouth. By the
movement of his jaws he must be eating; in that camp of famine he had
reserved a store of nourishment; and while his companions lay in the
stupor of approaching death, secretly restored his powers.
My father was so incensed at what he saw that he raised his rifle; and
but for an accident, he has often declared, he would have shot the fellow
dead upon the spot. How different would then have been my history! But
it was not to be: even as he raised the barrel, his eye lighted on the
bear, as it crawled along a ledge some way below him; and ceding to the
hunters instinct, it was at the brute, not at the man, that he discharged
his piece. The bear leaped and fell into a pool of the river; the canyon
re-echoed the report; and in a moment the camp was afoot. With cries
that were scarce human, stumbling, falling and throwing each other down,
these starving people rushed upon the quarry; and before my father,
climbing down by the ledge, had time to reach the level of the stream,
many were already satisfying their hunger on the raw flesh, and a fire
was being built by the more dainty.
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