The Lily and the Totem; or, The Huguenots in FloridaSimms, William Gilmore
History
The Lily and the Totem; or, The Huguenots in Florida
Simms, William Gilmore
Florida -- History -- Huguenot colony, 1562-1565 -- Fiction
Albert was the first to spring to land. He was impatient to begin the
chase, of which he was passionately fond. The sport, as conducted in
that day and region, was after a very simple fashion. It consisted
rather in a judicious distribution of the hunters, at various places of
watch, than in the possession of any particular skill of weapon or speed
of foot. The island was small--the woods not very dense or intricate,
and the only outlet of escape was across the little arm of the sea which
separated the island from the main. The hunters were required to watch
this passage, with a few other avenues from the forest. We need not
observe their order or arrangement. It will be enough to note that Barré
chose as the sentinel left in charge of the boat one of the firmest of
the conspirators. This was a person named Lamotte--a small but fiery
spirit--a man of equal passion and vindictiveness, who had suffered
frequent indignities from Albert, which his own inferior position as a
common soldier had compelled him to endure without complaint. But he was
not the less sensible of his hurts, because not suffered to complain
of them; and his hatred only assumed a more intense and unforgiving
character, because it seemed cut off from all the outlets to revenge.
The arrangements of the hunters all completed, they began to skirt
slowly the woody region by which the centre of the island was chiefly
occupied. Gradually separating as they advanced, they finally, one by
one, found their way into its recesses. A single dog which they carried
with them, was now unleashed, and his eager tongue very soon gave notice
to the hunters that their victim was afoot. As the bay of the hound
became more frequent, the blood of Albert became more and more excited,
and, pressing forward, in advance of all his companions, the sinuosities
of the route pursued soon scattered the whole party. But this he did
not heed. The one consciousness,--that which appealed to his love of
sport,--led to a forgetfulness of all others; and it was no disquiet to
our captain to find himself alone in forests where he had never trod
before, particularly when his eager eye caught a glimpse of a fine herd
of the sleek-skinned foresters, well-limbed, and nobly-headed, darting
suddenly from cover into the occasional openings before him. A good shot
was Captain Albert. He fired, and had the joy to see tumbled, headlong,
sprawling, in his tracks, one of the largest bucks of the herd. He
shouted his delight aloud;--shouted twice and clapped his hands!
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