The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
As I looked up, I perceived that the heavens were embossed with dark
clouds that hung heavily in the atmosphere, scarcely moving their
stations, or varying their forms, so completely stilled was the
breeze--not a leaf trembled on the slenderest twig. Presently, on the
extreme verge of the horizon to my right, a small, jagged cloud arose,
that rested as it were a moment on the summits of the trees, and then
darted high up the sky and emitted a brilliant flash of lightning,
accompanied by a quick, sharp crash of thunder--as if this had been a
signal summons, from all quarters of the heavens, seemingly by
voluntary impulse, the hitherto inert vapors rushed with eagle speed to
the spot, like mailed warriors to the battle field; concentrating, and
condensing their huge forms into one, vast, deep, substantial looking
body of impervious gloom, heaving to and fro with a mighty sound, like
unto the rush of liberated waters that have broken down their rocky
barrier. As I gazed in horror on this awful sight, there gradually
descended from the centre, mass on mass of clouds, as if enormous folds
of blackest velvet had been lowered down, narrowing in their descent
until they almost formed a point: and then amid the lightning's
incessant flashes, and the music of its own appalling roar, that
drowned the loudest thunder; and the groans of the forest, as its
mightiest trees were uprooted, or twisted from their stems, as a child
would break a straw; the tornado marched on its appointed path of
desolation. No words, at least none I can command, avail to describe
its horrid majesty, its incalculable power. It was as if the very demon
of destruction had clothed himself in robes of hellish grandeur, and
came in the pride of his unimaginable strength, to strew with ruins the
world's fair orb, and revel amidst his fiendish sport. I have in the
course of my journey through life, encountered many a peril, and looked
on many a sight that might strike the coward with despair, and blanch
the cheek of the bravest. The appalling cry of fire has broken upon my
ear, when my bark was rolling in the midst of the wide spread ocean,
and the apparent choice was to leap into the wave, or perish by the
flames. I have been with a crew, when the match was held by a resolute
hand that would in an instant have hurled us in the air, rather than
become the prey of the remorseless pirate. The storm upon the sea, the
hurricane on land, and the terrors of battle upon both, I have beheld;
but never did there weigh upon my heart such a feeling of unmixed
dread, such a consciousness of utter helplessness, as now--still, I was
not entirely deprived of my presence of mind--I was aware that the
force of the tornado, although it might be extended to many miles,
would probably be confined within narrow boundaries; and if I could
ascertain its course, I might place myself beyond its influence. At
this moment, however, it was difficult to conjecture to what point its
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