The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-06-30
Fearful Encounter with a Snake.
A SCENE IN THE EAST INDIES.

We had been playing all the evening
at whist Our stake had been gold mo
nur points; and twenty on the rubber.
Maxey, who is always lucky, had won
five successive bumpers, which lent a
well satisfied smile to his countenance,
and he hesitated TO play, this the more sur
priaed us, since he was one that seldom
pondered, being so perfectly master OF
the game that he deemed long considera
tion superhuous.
'Play away, Maxry; what are you
about? impatiently demanded Churchill,
one OF the most ImPe!uous youths that ev-
er wore the uniform OF the body guard.
"Hush,' replied Maxey, in tone
which thrilled through us. at the same
time turning dead y pale.
"Are you unwell?' said another,
al tout to start up, for he believed our
friend had suddenly been taken i'll.
For the love Of peace, sit quiet" re-
joined the other; in tone dpnotlng ex-
IRENE fear or pam, and he LAID down his
cards. "If you value nv life move not.'
"W hat can he mean?- has he taken
leave of his senses?" demanded Church.
i'll appealing to himself.
'Don't start don't move, I tell
your in sort of a whisper I never can
forget, uttered Maxey-'If you make
any sudden motion am dead man. ,
We exchanged looks. He continued
- remain quiet, and all may yet BE-
right. have Cobra CapelIa around
my Egg
Our first impulse was to draw back
onr chairs, but an appealing look from
the victim induced us to remain, al
thong we We're aware that should the
reptile transfer but one fold, and attach
himself to any of the party, that indi-
vidual might already be counted as
dead man. so fatal is the bite ofthe dead
ly monster.
Poor Maxey was dressed as many old
residents still dress in Ind,a-namey,
IN breeches and silk stockings; he there
fore more plainly felt every movement
of the snake. Hi, countenance seemed
a livid hue; the words seemed to leave
his mouth without the feature altering
lis position, SO rigid was his look, so
fearful was he lest the slightest move
ment should alarm the serpent, and hast
en- that fat al bite. We were in agony
little less than his own during the
scene.
ale Is coiling round murmured Max
ey. feel him cold-cold to my limb;
and now he tightens the love OF
Heaven call for some milk!-I dare not
speak loud; let IT be placed on the
ground near me, let some be split on the
| floor
Churchill cautiously gave the order,
and servant slipped out ofthe room.
"D0nt stir-Northcote you moved
your hand. By everything sacred, l
coniure you do not so again. 1t cannot
be long ere my fate is decided. l have
a wife and two children in Europe; tell
them that | die blessing them, and that
my last prayers were for them; the snake
is winding itself round my calf; I leave
them all possess-I can almost fancy |
feel his breath-Great Heaven to die in
such a manner"
The milk was brought and carefully
put down; few drops were sprinkled
on the floor, and the anrighted servants
drew back. Again Make spoke:
"No no! 1t has no effect on the con-
trary he has clasped himself tighter-he
has uncurled his supper fold! dare not
look down, but l am sure he is about TO
draw back and give the bite OF death
with more fatal precision. Again he
pauses. die firm: but this is past endu
rance; alb! no he has undone another
fold and looses himself. Can he be 60
ing TO some Gne else?"
We involuntarily started.
"For the love of Heaven stir not. I
am dead man. but bear with me. He
still loosens-he is about to dart. Move
not, but beware! Churchill; he falls off
that wav,-oh, this agony is too hard TO
bear! Another pressure and l am dead
No. he relaXes,'
AT that moment poor Maxey ventur-
ed to look down: and the snake had un-
wound himself: the last coil had fallen.
and the reptile was making for HE milk
81 am saved. saved.' and Maxey boun
ded from his chair, and fell senseless in.
to the arms Of one of his servants. ..
In another inst, Mt need it be added
we were all dispersed; the snake was
killed, and our poor friend carried more
dead than alive to his room
That scene / can never forget; 1t
dwells on my memory still strengthen
ed by the fate of poor Maxey, who from
that hour pinned IN hopeless imbecilny
and sunk into an early grave.
Hours in Hindoosiaa.
Fearful Adventure with a Whale.
Tha p,ato u,oc dot orr,,paJ e r,re;blo