The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
to conjecture to what point its 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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