Winona : $b A tale of Negro life in the South and SouthwestHopkins, Pauline E. (Pauline Elizabeth)
General
Winona : $b A tale of Negro life in the South and Southwest
Hopkins, Pauline E. (Pauline Elizabeth)
African Americans -- Southern States -- Fiction; African Americans -- Southwestern States -- Fiction
As through a mist, queries and propositions and possibilities took
shape, there on the cliffside, that had never before presented
themselves to him. As he stood in the blazing sunlight, his brain
throbbed intolerably and every pulsation was a shooting pain. Why had
he been so dull of comprehension? What if a thought just born in his
mind should prove true? O, to be free once more!
There was a rustle of leaves, and out from the shadow of the trees
filed a number of the anti-slavery men headed by Captain Brown and
Parson Steward.
“Well, Judah,” said Captain Brown, “we’ve been watching your little
drama. You promised to kill him and you’ve done it.”
“Boys,” returned Judah, “and all of you, I leave it to you if I’m not
right in ridding the world of such a beast as Thomson.”
The men set up a cheer that echoed and re-echoed among the hills. The
women in the cave heard with joyful hearts.
“I’d kill a snake wherever I f’und him,” said one; “wudn’t you, Parson?”
“Sure,” replied the parson. “This is a holy war, and its only just
begun.”
“This is a great day. Praise God from whom all blessings flow; we’ve
put to flight the armies of the Philistines,” said Captain Brown.
“It is justice! I am satisfied,” said Judah, scanning each solemn face
before him with his keen eyes.
Parson Steward wore the same calm, unruffled front touched with faint
humor that had characterized him when first introduced to our readers.
He was a trifle paler, but that was all that reminded one of the fact
that only by a miracle, as it were, he had escaped death at the hands
of cruel men. Judah grasped his hand in both of his.
“No wonder we have won, Parson; I heard them cry: ‘Look at the Parson!’
and then they fled in every direction.”
“They reckoned he was dead, an’ ’lowed he was a ghost. By gum, how they
broke! It was easy work to pick them off,” broke in one of the men.
“Perhaps you’ll be good enough to tell me where you come from, Parson;
you’ve been dead to us for weeks past.”
“Yes; we all want to learn how the Parson got here,” said Captain Brown.
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