The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
fury would be directed: for as I have said, it was a perfect calm; the
winds seemed to be enclosed within the lurid bosom of that horrible
prodigy. Its approach was certainly in a line towards myself, but how
soon it might swerve from that route, I could not tell; so that I dare
not trust to flight. While I stood thus hesitating how to act, a
horseman passed me at full speed. My attention had been so fully
absorbed, and so deafening was the voice of the cloud, that I had not
heard his approach, and barely caught a sufficient glimpse of the face
to recognise it as that of Willis, and that it was overspread with an
ashy paleness. He had not passed me a hundred yards, when as if by
magic a strong wind burst from the north west, encountered the tornado,
and turning it from the direction it had hitherto pursued, drove it
obliquely in front of Drayton's house at about a quarter of a mile from
it, and immediately towards the gate and the oak, I have spoken of. It
now moved with immense velocity from me, and feeling that all personal
danger was past, I could observe its appearance and effects with
greater accuracy. The interior of the lower part was illuminated by
_flames_, I may call them, of lightning; for so incessant and
continuous were the flashes, that they appeared as one; and I could
distinguish in the centre, large limbs of trees, and trees themselves
suspended, tossed, and whirled about like feathers. Its wake was
defined by the upturned ground, as if many ploughshares linked together
had passed over it. Whatever lay in its track was instantaneously
destroyed. It drove full upon the giant oak, and the forest Titan on
whom many a storm had harmlessly broken, whose noble head was scarcely
bowed in recognition of the furious gale, was wrenched, and severed
from its trunk, and dashed upon the ground; that trembled as it
received the enormous weight, as if an earthquake shook it. The
destroyer passed on, and I stood watching it, until its noise was lost
upon my ear, and its form had faded from my sight. Slowly then I bent
my steps forward, mentally returning thanks to a gracious providence,
for my escape from so imminent and appalling a danger. Suddenly, the
recollection of Willis rose upon me, and a strong presentiment that he
must have been overtaken by the cloud pressed upon my mind, and filled
it with horror. The presentiment was destined to be realized. I
quickened my steps, and as I approached the gate, I found the road so
much impeded by the broken boughs and scattered fences hurled about in
every direction, that I was compelled to make a considerable circuit in
Drayton's field, to enable me to overcome the various obstacles that
obstructed my passage. As I saw no trace of Willis, I began to hope he
might have escaped, although it seemed scarcely possible; at all
events, I thought it would be but proper for me to step to the house, a
distance of some five hundred yards, and see if he had arrived in
safety.
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