The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“Julian, do you hesitate?” “No, Eva—I
am rowing with all my strength—I must leave you in safety. My plan is
formed. Your father will approve it. We must raise forces and scout
the country around, for the ruffians will not dare to execute their
design on the river. We can rescue the boy before they reach a place
of concealment.” “Oh Julian, speed, speed fast,” she said, in a tone
of touching entreaty, “my brother’s life depends upon your arm. Oh
Caraola, is Arrowfoot too gone? I know he clung to him as long as life
remained. Did they kill him?” “They threw him off,” replied Caraola,
“but he lives still. I saw him striving to reach yonder shore. His
heart is strong, and though his young arm bends like the sapling, I
know the Great Spirit will strengthen it.”
The night had fallen dark and gloomy ere they reached Colonel
Carlisle’s door. Eva’s cry of anguish caught her father’s ear, and he
rushed to meet them. {746} “Is it my child’s voice I hear?” exclaimed
he, with alarm. “Speak Eva! where is your brother? Oh God! what has
befallen him?” “He is gone, father—gone! seized by strangers; hasten
to pursue—Julian, tell him all!” she said, as she gasping, fell into
Caraola’s arms. He briefly sketched the events of the evening, and the
probable design of the ruffians, to obtain the costly watch and
diamonds which it was ascertained Eldred wore as a pledge of the
inheritance to which he was heir. It might be from some motive of
revenge to the father, but that Colonel Carlisle’s open heart and
hand, his high-minded and useful career, checked the supposition of
his having a secret enemy.
The necessity for instant exertion prevented the old man’s heart from
bursting under this unexpected calamity. A company was raised for
immediate pursuit. Julian co-operated in every plan to regain the lost
boy, and set out as the leader of a party to search every spot where
it was possible the villains had found a harbor. Colonel Carlisle
himself headed another, but being scarcely able to guide his own
steps, he yielded to his nephew’s counsel, and returned home, that he
might not delay others in their search.
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