The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
No one, without particular observation, would have remarked any change
in him. Upon returning home, he had quietly entered the parlor and sat
down in a large arm-chair, which was a favorite seat, looking first
around with a grave and pleased expression. His daughter was with him
then, who, indeed, until the arrival of the physician, had remained by
his side, and nothing seemed to please Armstrong so much as retaining
her hand in one of his, to pass the other over her silken hair, and
let it slide down over the pale cheeks, all the time gazing at her
with an appearance of infinite affection. But when the doctor felt his
pulse, he found it bounding like a frightened steed; and this symptom,
together with the heightened crimson of the cheeks, and deepening
blackness of the eyes, but too plainly revealed the access of violent
fever. Bleeding was in vogue in those days, and much practised, and
the skill of Elmer could suggest nothing better for the pressure
of blood on the brain, than letting blood. Having had, therefore,
Armstrong conducted to his chamber, he opened a vein, and bleeding him
till he fainted, he afterwards administered the medicines he thought
proper, enjoining the strictest quiet, promising to be with him every
moment that his professional engagements permitted. During the whole
Armstrong was passive, yielding himself like a child to all that was
required, and seeming to be in a beatitude, which made whatever might
occur of but little concernment. As the doctor was about leaving,
he accepted of Holden's proposal, which was rather uttered as a
determination, to remain, and send for his son. "If," thought Elmer,
"Holden is Armstrong's brother, he has a right to stay; if not, he has
at least saved Faith's life, as she says herself, and he knows after
all, a 'hawk from a hand-saw.' Young Holden, too, is a sensible
fellow, and I think I may trust them." In some such way thronged the
thoughts through Elmer's mind. "I will," he said to himself, "stop as
I pass Judge Bernard's house, to let Anne know that her friend
Faith is indisposed, and ask her to sleep with her to-night." Such,
accordingly, was, for a short time the composition of the family under
Mr. Armstrong's roof.
Once or twice daring the night Faith started in her sleep, and threw
her arm around her lovely companion, as if to ask for protection, and
Anne heard her moaning something indistinctly; but, on the whole, her
sleep was refreshing, and in the morning she awoke, paler, indeed, and
weaker than common, but with no other signs of illness about her.
"They will soon pass off," said the doctor. "It was a severe shock,
but youth and a good constitution are great odds."
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