Zina: the Slave Girl; or, Which the Traitor?: A Drama in Four ActsThompson, A. (Augustin)
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Zina: the Slave Girl; or, Which the Traitor?: A Drama in Four Acts
Thompson, A. (Augustin)
Slavery -- United States -- Drama
HALCOM. The next flash of lightning revealed her on the roof, with her
knife drawn, holding the traitors at bay, that I might escape. I sprang
back for the shore. I heard a splash in the water. The next lightning
flash revealed her battling the rapids of the river to gain the other
shore. A shot from the rebel side, and all was dark again. I sprang
after her. Two hours I have frantically searched this bank of the river,
without avail. She has perished in the rapids of the river, or by that
coward shot from the rebel rifle, and I live like a coward! (_Zina
staggers in at R. U. E., as if unconscious of the presence of any one;
wounded in the left side of the head, often looking behind to see if she
is pursued. She staggers and is about to fall, when she is discovered by
Halcom, who springs forward, and catches her in his arms. Sherman tears
off his military cloak, and wraps it about her._)
HALCOM. She has fainted.
SHERMAN. And is wounded. (_They revive her._)
ZINA. Please let me stay on this side of the river.
SHERMAN. Let you stay on this side of the river! I will shoot any man
who attempts to prevent it! You shall command this army if you like.
(_Zina faints again._)
HALCOM. The poor child is dying.
SHERMAN. Not a bit of it. She is too smart to die! Take her to my
quarters. Orderly, here! (_Enter Ord. L. U. E.; with Halcom takes her
out, L. U. E._) Have my surgeon attend that girl, and tell him if he
lets her die, I will hang him an hour after. (_Exit Ord. L._) I am the
biggest ass in the service. If I ever abuse a woman again, I hope I may
be shot by an idiot! (_Exit L. Enter Barney and Hez. L. U. E._)
BARNEY. Now whin I would be arrestin’ a blackguard like that, don’t you
be a botherin’ me.
HEZEKIAH. Now you git out. I guess it was jest about as cheap for him
ter git away, as it would be for you to get a collapse in your real
estate. (_Set guns against tree, sit down and wipe perspiration, &c._)
BARNEY. Now look in these two eyes of me. Didn’t ye be kickin’ that
blackguard whin I would be takin’ him?
HEZEKIAH. I rayther kalkerlate you was on the pint er passin’ in yer
chips when I lit on that critter.
BARNEY. Ah ha! I’m nobody, I s’pose. Was I?
HEZEKIAH. I guess that feller was the most astonished piece er meat I
ever traveled over. I kalkerlate that when I lit on the other eend of
his corperation, he come to the conklusion that he was wrastlin’ with a
first-class earthquake.
BARNEY. I don’t care about thim airthquakes. I want none er thim. My
reputashin is spit upon.
HEZEKIAH. I reckon I never jumped onter anything in that line er critter
that wanted ter go home so bad as he did.
BARNEY. Now look in me two eyes and be talkin’ honest about it, and no
braggin’. Didn’t ye be makin’ that blackguard get away when I would
arrest him?
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