The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
Felix refused to abate the least in his remonstrances. A different
encounter now commenced between them, which promised to be more
decisive than words. The blaze that enveloped them began to spread
and heave as though it partook of the anger of the combatants, much
resembling huge and boisterous billows when dashed into spray in quick
succession against an irresistible rock. It seemed to have been caught
up in a terrible tempest, and amid its turbulent agitation, the contest
between Felix and his antagonist was continued by rapidly hurling
large black darts at each other. No want of skilful aim was exhibited,
yet each appeared to be composed of an impenetrable substance, and
the destructive missiles no sooner touched the person of either than
they rebounded again, or flew off at angles, and vanished into air.
Abandoning these apparently inefficient instruments, they approached,
and engaged hand to hand with fiery swords; but so equally were they
matched in this mode of warfare that they only exhausted themselves,
and after making a number of furious, but ineffectual blows and
thrusts, they threw away their weapons. Panting from the exertion of
the desperate battle, they stood for some time gazing intently at
each other, exhibiting a fearful and unearthly savageness. At length
the contest was again resumed, and huge bolts, whose dark-blue color
contrasted beautifully with the glare that surrounded them, were thrown
with marvellous dexterity, but they were as vigilantly and skilfully
parried or avoided. It was now as difficult to be true to their aim as
it had been easy before, plainly indicating that a blow from the bolt
was held in different esteem than a stroke from the darts previously
used. Suddenly Felix sprang with a savage leap upon his antagonist,
having at the same moment been struck by one of these monstrous
missiles, when instantly the flame disappeared, and both fell rapidly
down into the water. Nothing was now heard but the rushing of the
current, which seemed to have become more boisterous, and the villager
composed himself to sleep again.
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