The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35
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
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