Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
The experiment produced no happy result. The place, and indeed the whole
valley, had undergone so great a change, that one more liberally gifted
might have hesitated to believe them those that have been described in
our earlier pages. This rapid alteration of objects, which elsewhere know
so little change in a long course of ages, is a fact familiar to all who
reside in the newer districts of the Union. It is caused by the rapid
improvements that are made in the first stages of a settlement. To fell
the forest alone, is to give an entirely new aspect to the view; and it
is far from easy to see in a village and in cultivated fields, however
recent the existence of the one or imperfect the other, any traces of a
spot that a short time before was known is the haunt of the wolf or the
refuge of the deer.
The features, and more particularly the eye of his sister, had stirred
long-dormant recollections in the mind of Whittal Ring; and though these
glimpses of the past were detached and indistinct, they had sufficed to
quicken that ancient confidence which was partially exhibited in their
opening conference. But it exceeded his feeble powers to recall objects
that would appeal to no very lively sympathies, and which had themselves
undergone so material alterations. Still, the witless youth did not look
on the ruin entirely without some stirrings of his nature. Although the
sward around its base was lively in the brightest verdure of early
summer, and the delicious odor of the wild clover saluted his senses,
still there was that in the blackened and ragged walls, the position of
the tower, and the view of the surrounding hills, shorn as so much of
them now were, that evidently spoke to his earliest impressions. He
looked at the spot, as a hound gazes at a master who has been so long
lost as even to deaden his instinct; and at times, as his companions
endeavored to aid his faint images, it would seem as if memory were
likely to triumph, and all those deceptive opinions, which habit and
Indian wiles had drawn over his dull mind, were about to vanish before
the light of reality. But the allurements of a life in which there was so
much of the freedom of nature mingled with the fascinating pleasures of
the chase and of the woods, were not to be dispossessed so readily. When
Faith artfully led him back to those animal enjoyments of which he had
been so fond in boyhood, the fantasy of her brother seemed most to waver;
but whenever it became apparent that the dignity of a warrior, and all
the more recent and far more alluring delights of his later life, were to
be abandoned ere his being could return into its former existence, his
dull faculties obstinately refused to lend themselves to a change that,
in his case, would have been little short of that attributed to the
transmigration of souls.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account