The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
General
The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
The island itself is of an irregular shape and very small, being
hardly an acre in extent, and its shore covered with pebbles and
boulders of granite. Near the centre, and fronting the east, stands an
unpainted wood cabin of the humblest appearance, the shape and size
of which is an oblong of some thirty by fifteen feet. One rude door
furnishes the only means of entrance, and light is admitted through
two small windows, one on the east and the other on the west side.
Straggling patches of grass, a few neglected currant-bushes behind
the hut, and a tall holly-hock or two by the door are all the signs of
vegetation that meet the eye.
At the door of this cabin, and at the time we are describing, stood
a solitary figure. He was a gaunt, thin man, whose stature rather
exceeded than fell below six feet. The object about his person which
first arrested attention was a dark grizzled beard, that fell half-way
down his breast, in strong contrast with a high white forehead,
beneath which glowed large dreamy eyes. The hair of his head, like his
beard, was long, and fell loosely over his shoulders. His dress was of
the coarsest description, consisting of a cloth of a dusky grey color,
the upper garment being a loose sort of surtout, falling almost to the
knees, and secured round the waist by a dark woollen sash. His age
it was difficult to determine. It might have been anywhere between
forty-five and fifty-five years.
The attitude and appearance of the man, were that of devotion and
expectancy. His body was bent forward, his hands clasped, and his
eyes intently fastened on the eastern sky, along the horizon of which
layers of clouds, a moment before of a leaden hue were now assuming
deeper and deeper crimson tints. As the clouds flushed up into
brighter colors his countenance kindled with excitement. His form
seemed to dilate, his eyes to flash, his hands unclasped themselves,
and he stretched out his arms, as if to welcome a long expected
friend. But presently the rays of the sun began to stream over the
swelling upland and light up the surface of the river, and fainter and
fainter shone the clouds, until they gradually melted into the blue
depth away. It was then a shade of disappointment, as it seemed,
passed over the face of the man. Its rapt expression faded, he cast
a look almost of reproach to heaven, and his feelings found vent in
words.
"Hast Thou not said, 'Behold, I come quickly?' Why then delay the
wheels of Thy chariot? O, Lord, I have waited for Thy salvation. In
the night-watches, at midnight, at cock-crowing, and in the morning,
have I been mindful of Thee. But chiefly at the dawn hath my soul gone
forth to meet Thee, for then shall appear the sign of the Son of Man
in Heaven, and they shall see him coming in the clouds of Heaven, with
power and great glory. And he shall send His angels with a great sound
of a trumpet, and they shall gather together His elect from one end of
Heaven to the other."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account