I soon came close upon my brother, sitting on the dizzy pinnacle, with
his eyes fixed steadfastly in the direction opposite to me. I descended
the little green ravine behind him with my feet foremost, and every now
and then raised my head, and watched his motions. His posture continued
the same, until at last I came so near him I could have heard him
breathe if his face had been towards me. I laid my cap aside, and made
me ready to spring upon him and push him over. I could not for my life
accomplish it! I do not think it was that I durst not, I have always
felt my courage equal to anything in a good cause. But I had not the
heart, or something that I ought to have had. In short, it was not done
in time, as it easily might have been. These THOUGHTS are hard enemies
wherewith to combat! And I was so grieved that I could not effect my
righteous purpose that I laid me down on my face and shed tears. Then,
again, I thought of what my great enlightened friend and patron would
say to me, and again my resolution rose indignant and indissoluble save
by blood. I arose on my right knee and left foot, and had just begun to
advance the latter forward: the next step my great purpose had been
accomplished, and the culprit had suffered the punishment due to his
crimes. But what moved him I knew not: in the critical moment he sprung
to his feet, and, dashing himself furiously against me, he overthrew
me, at the imminent peril of my life. I disencumbered myself by main
force and fled, but he overhied me, knocked me down, and threatened,
with dreadful oaths, to throw me from the cliff. After I was a little
recovered from the stunning blow, I aroused myself to the combat; and,
though I do not recollect the circumstances of that deadly scuffle very
minutely, I know that I vanquished him so far as to force him to ask my
pardon, and crave a reconciliation. I spurned at both and left him to
the chastisements of his own wicked and corrupt heart.
My friend met me again on the hill and derided me in a haughty and
stern manner for my imbecility and want of decision. I told him how
nearly I had effected my purpose, and excused myself as well as I was
able. On this, seeing me bleeding, he advised me to swear the peace
against my brother, and have him punished in the meantime, he being the
first aggressor. I promised compliance and we parted, for I was
somewhat ashamed of my failure, and was glad to be quit for the present
of one of whom I stood so much in awe.
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