At this moment the slow jarring vibration of a great bell was heard from
the topmost tower--the cannon of the fortress thundered forth, and were
answered, peal after peal, from the lighted mountains--a volume of white
smoke rolled heavily toward the earth and covered the people--the
sea-fog trembled--parted--and slowly drifted away in patches and
fragments, through which the blue sky appeared, and the hot sunshine
flashed with an arrowy brightness, while the mighty ship swung round
with her broadside to the shore, and lighted matches were seen moving
about hither and thither, like wandering meteors, through the damp hazy
atmosphere; and instantly there went up a slow half-smothered wail from
the multitude, with a weight and volume like the unutterable and growing
earnestness of the Great Deep, when it begins to heave with a
pre-appointed and irresistible change; and all eyes were upturned, and
all arms outstretched with a troubled expression toward the stranger,
who walked forward a few steps to the verge of the scaffold--and looking
about him, on every side, called out with a loud voice,--Of such are the
Gods of the Unconverted! and of such their followers!
The answering roar of the multitude reached the prisoner, who lifting
his head and listening for a moment with a placid smile, asked what more
they would have?--and whether they were not yet satisfied?--and then
straightway began balancing another of the glittering seeds and eyeing
the window--
Most pitiable! cried the other, covering his face with his hands, moving
afar off, and appearing to be entirely overcome by what he saw.
And why _pitiable_, I pray thee! shouted the former, with a voice like a
trumpet, lifting his calm forehead to the sky and gathering his
magnificent robe about him as he spoke.
Art thou of a truth Adonijah the Jew--the unconverted Jew?
Of a truth am I--the unconverted, the _unconvertable_ Jew; and thou! art
thou not he that was my brother according to the flesh--even Zorobabel,
the _converted_ Jew and the preacher of a new faith?
Yea; of a new faith to such as thou; but a faith older than the Hebrew
prophets to them that believe, Adonijah.
But why _pitiable_ I pray thee?
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