The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"Indeed it must be," I answered. "Heaven grant that the village is
well prepared. For ourselves we must take immediate steps. We must
apprise the overseers below and bid them arm the servants and
convicts--they will fight for us against the Indians, hate us though
they may."
"First," said my lord, who was very cool, "let us hear the ruffian
himself, the gallant 'captain.' But, since our presence might somewhat
disturb his narrative, let him not see us yet, Kinchella," and as he
spake he drew his friend back behind the shutters of the windows while
we two went into the saloon.
And now the adventurer came into the apartment once again, though not
as he had come before, his manner being very flustered and uneasy, his
face covered with perspiration from hard riding on a summer night, and
with his wig gone. While, without stopping for any salutation he, on
seeing me, began at once:
"Madam, I have ridden hot haste to apprise you of a terrible fact
which has come to my knowledge, and to offer you, if you will have
them, my services. The Indians are out, madam; they are coming this
way; I have seen them. Heavens and earth! 'twas an awful sight to
observe the painted devils creeping through the woods, ay! and a thing
to freeze one's blood, even on such a night as this, to hear them yell
as they saw me. But, fortunately, they are not mounted, and thus I
out-distanced their arrows and musket balls which they sent after me.
And therefore am I here to warn you, and, since I know you have no men
about but your bond-servants and negroes, to help you if I may."
"You mistake, sir," said his lordship, quietly, coming forward into
the room with his drawn sword glistening in his hand, while behind him
stepped Mr. Kinchella. "You mistake, sir. There are others besides
yourself."
If a spectre had arisen before O'Rourke I know not if it could have
produced a more terrifying effect on him. For a moment he gazed at his
lordship, his lips parted and one hand raised to shield his eyes, as
though that way they might see clearer, while on his face there came
fresh drops of perspiration. And then he muttered hoarsely:
"Gerald St. Amande! Gerald here! Here! Here in Virginia!"
"Ay," said my lord, confronting him and with the point of his sword
lowered to the ground. "Ay! Gerald St. Amande, none other. You
execrable villain, we stand face to face at last as man to man, not
man to boy as it once was. And what villainy are you upon now in this
land? Answer me ere I slay you, as I intend to do ere long."
For reply the other said:
"'Tis so. We stand face to face at last. And the hour is yours. Your
sword is drawn, mine is in its sheath, my pistols are unloaded since I
fired them at the savages who pursued me. So be it. As well die by the
hand of him I injured as by the torture or the weapons of those
howling wolves who are on their way here----"
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