The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and CharacterRobb, John S.
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The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and Character
Robb, John S.
Southwest, Old -- Social life and customs
Returning to the boarding-house, we pulled off our boots and noiselessly
ascended the outside steps, the door at the head of which we had left
open. There was a short passage leading from it to the door of our room,
which we had left closed, but now perceived to be ajar. Silently, as a
doctor speaking of the patients he has lost, we approached it, and, on
peeping in, to our great gratification found everything working as we
had desired. The widow had got the package out, and was occupied in
viewing it attentively from all sides, and studying the character of the
knots of the ligatures embracing it, so she could restore everything
to its original condition, when her curiosity was satisfied as to its
contents. Having impressed its shape, and the peculiarity of tie, well
upon her mind, she proceeded to take off the first cover, which was soon
done, when a similar envelope met her eye; this, after undergoing
the same scrutiny, was removed, when yet another met her gaze; this
detached, and still the kernel was unreached; some six or eight were
taken off, and at length she came to the last, the oil-skin. Poor old
lady! she has long been where the curiosity of life never penetrates,
and the grandest and most awful mystery of our nature is revealed;
yet, I see her now, as the last envelope of the mysterious package was
reached, and when a gleam of satisfaction shot like an erysipelatous
blush over her anxious face, as she saw the consummation of her long
expectancy approaching. There she stood, with spectacles buried so
deeply 'neath her brows as almost to appear a portion of her visage;
neck--not of apoplectic proportions--elongated to its utmost
capacity; lips--from which the ruby of youth had departed,--wide
disclosed,--showing what our swamp lands are famous for--big gums and
old snags; in fact, the embodiment of woman in her hour of curiosity.
Holding the package in one hand and the end of the oil-cloth in the
other, she commenced unrolling it slowly, for fear some peculiarity of
its arrangement might escape her; her back was towards the door, which
we had nearly opened awide, and anxiously awaiting the _denouement_;
it came at last,--and never shall I forget the expression of that old
woman's face as the last roll left the hellish countenance, and it
lay in all its awful hideousness upon her extended palm,--the fiendish
tushes protruding from the parted lips,--still wearing the agony of the
death-second,--and the eyes enclosed in their circle of red, gazing up
into hers with their dull vacant stare.
Ay, but she was a firm-nerved woman. If metempsychosis be a true
doctrine, her spirit must have once animated, in the chivalrous times,
a steel-clad knight of the doughtiest mould. She did not faint--did not
vent a scream--but gazed upon its awfulness in silence, as if her eyes
were riveted to it for ever.
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