The Last Three SoldiersShelton, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Last Three Soldiers
Shelton, W. H. (William Henry)
North Carolina -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Lieutenant Coleman was now picking his way more gingerly than ever, and
holding his light high above his head, when, to add to his terror, he
thought he heard something approaching behind him. Sure enough, when
he turned about, in the darkness of the cavern just beyond the
illumination of his torch he saw two gleaming eyes. The eyes were
fixed upon him, and the head of the animal moved from side to side, but
came no nearer. He would have given worlds for the carbine. His blood
ran cold in his veins at the thought of his terrible situation. He was
utterly helpless, hemmed in by the rocks. It was impossible to go
back. He could only go forward. He remembered then that the fiercest
of wild animals, even lions and tigers, kept back in the darkness and
glared all night with their hungry eyes at the fires of hunters. He
was safe, then, to go on, but a dreadful conflict was in store for the
two men if the animal should follow them out of the cavern.
[Illustration: "BEYOND THE ILLUMINATION OF HIS TORCH HE SAW TWO
GLEAMING EYES."]
Bromley's torch now reappeared in the distance. Coleman was too
terrified to call, but instead moved on in silence, occasionally
flaring his torch behind him, and always seeing the gleaming eyes when
he looked back. Try as he would, he could get no farther from them.
There were occasional stumbling-blocks in the way, and once or twice he
encountered rocks which he was obliged to pass around. Whenever
Coleman turned and waved the torch, the animal whined as if he too were
in fear.
Terrified as Lieutenant Coleman was, he could not help noticing that
the brown colonies of bats now appeared more frequently on the stone
ceiling, and presently the air grew perceptibly fresher as he advanced.
He began to realize the presence of a gray light apart from that of his
torch; and finally coming sharply around a projecting rock, he saw the
welcome light of day streaming in through a wide opening in the rocks,
and at one side, thrust into a crevice, George's torch was flaring and
smoking in the wind. Coleman placed his torch with the other, hoping
that the lights would continue to protect them from the animal and then
he sprang out of the cavern into the sweet open air, with that joyous
feeling of relief which can be understood only by one who has passed
through a similar experience.
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