The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
When I awoke the sun was high in the heavens and the air filled with the
songs of birds and the sweet fragrance of the woods. Lying still and
resting, in no mood to move, I looked out on the world from a great
fissure in the side of the tree where I had made my bed. Far off in the
ambient air, and immovable, an eagle pinioned, as if pondering on the
great tree’s overthrow. Near by and alert, a bluejay uttered its
discordant cries, and on a projecting limb, almost within my hand, a
squirrel sat upright, rubbing his nose and looking down in wonder on the
fallen monarch. Thus outstretched, and with no thought of stirring, a
noise reached me from the opening of the tree, and sitting up, I saw my
bundle tossed this way and that by a cub no bigger than a three-months’
puppy. This at first in play, but by and by coming on the odor of the
food, the youngster’s mood changed, and it tore at the package as if
ravenous with hunger. Seeing this, I sprang out, and grasping the brute
by the neck, threw it to one side. In no way hurt, it yet uttered a
doleful cry, as these animals will. Not regarding its complainings in
any way, I busied myself putting my bundle to rights, until presently,
the cries continuing, they were answered by a fierce growl from the
opening of the glade. Looking in the direction from whence it came, I
saw a huge bear coming toward me, half uprisen, her teeth showing white
and cruel against the deep color of her blood-red mouth. Transfixed, I
fell to trembling, for of escape I could see no way, save that from
which the brute came on, dense undergrowth barring the road and making
flight impossible, even if I could have hoped to outstrip the fierce
creature. While thus bewildered, not knowing what to do, the hollow of
the tree where I had passed the night caught my eye, and with the sight
hope revived in my heart. For there at least the brute might not dare
to follow. Thinking thus, I sprang into the opening, but the enraged
animal, after smelling about as if fearing a trap, being assured,
followed resolutely on. Seeing this, I hurried forward, at first
upright, and then stooping, and finally on my hands and knees. As the
tree contracted and my progress was lessened, I could feel the breath of
the savage animal stir my hair, while her angry growls filled my ears as
if she were already upon me. Glancing back, I saw her some way off, but
coming on slowly and as if in fear of being caught in the tree. At this
I sought to crowd myself forward where she could not come, but presently
the opening becoming contracted, so that I could make no further
headway, I knew not what to do. Now, indeed, hope died within me, and
no longer able to look back or scarce move my body, I lay still,
listening to the deep breathing of the animal as it came steadily toward
me. At last in an agony of fear I put forth all my strength anew, and
to my great joy the walls of the tree, which had before been hard and
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