Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-08-03

and substitute brute. Biddy, as we see, had
taken the control ofthe horses, and had prov
ed herself worthy of her new position, for
she used the whip 50 we'll, and guided with
such a skillful hand, that they progressed q
great deal faster, under her espionage 1T we
may use the word) than under the direction
of Fannuil. They had proceeded some dis
lance thus, and in silence, if we except the
sobs 0 fmother and daughter. The distant
booming of the thunder as rolling in one con-
tinual peal overhead, it seemed as if about to
annihilate insignificant earth, and the mourn
ing wall Of the chilling night wind, as creep
ing through the brafSehes of the trees and
floating on the dense night air, it chanted It's
lonely and awe-inspiring lullabyss when a
crash of thunder as if chaos was again to be,
or as if the mighty arch above was rent in
twain, and seconded by a stream of spiral
lightning, which lighted up with It's iurid
glare the dark and dismal forest, almost as
far as the eye could reach, and was instantly
gone, leaving the darkness more impere.rable
than before, fell on the startled ears of the
afrighted group !! 1t even caused the inebri-
ate Fannuil, to start with fear, crouch closer
to his bosom companion and SILVER in AFFECT
terror at the bottom of the wagon ! Terrible,
thrice terrible were the feelings of the moth
er and daughter at that moment Far from
any btOlltHlcHG anu ldE lTOIu Tic lOIl6 w LCI0
they had enjoyed so many happy days, here
in a lone forest at such an hour, with furious
elements battling madly around them, and in
constant dread of savages, an inebriate hus-
band incumbent on their kindness, and worse
than all, no where to seek shelter from the
rapidly approaching storm surely twas a
thought not over pleasant to contemplate, and
they strove but in vain to Danish it. Biddy
alone preserved her presence of mind, and
still guided the horses which were for a while
completely blinded blythe dazzling lightning,
with unerring precision. "Bcgorra, and
twas an anvil hour, that my master there, devil
take him, left his hum to come to this hathin-
ish part of craration, sure it was. Better
staid at hum in Fillydelfy, and parashed,
than come out here, get drunk, and be shot
by them red niggas, blast en-. Mind you
there Mickey, my dad, what are you sprying
at. And faith, my old fellow, ye puts me in
mind ofmy jolly Micheal, barring he amt my
own Micheal, at all, at all. (St. Patrick bless
, him.") And thus the Irish girl INDUCED in
her mutterings. Soon after she had ceased,
, another vivid flash of lightning lit up the
surrounding darkness, and caused objects
= heretofore invisible, to be light as with the
splendor of the midday sun
: /" Faith, and what's them ?' asked Biddy,
5 pcering into the darkness which the light
: ming had left ten times more gloomy than be.
f fore" Begorra | saw "What was il
Biddy 2" asked the mother and daughter in
a breath. What was it, my good Biddy 2
) " A pile of red skins, by the Houly st. Pat
/, rick God bless and reverence his snakeife
s rous soul y answered Biddy, in an excited
. tone. " Just as | expected" calculated Mrs
Fannuil, in tones apparently calm and eollec
ted. "Just as | expected. | told Fannui
n OUnr and OUnr th0t ua yyOrIA ho CaU1oiA n ~
butchered by the bloodthirsty savages, before
we reached our destination, and now M
prophecy is about to be verified. But God onl,
+ knows how willingly | wouldleave this world
it's tolls and cares" Dear mother, do no
talk thus beseech vou," uttered the beauti
full girl, in tones excited and trembling
l. though she strove to conceal her own trepi
? dation from her mother. "Do nottalk of be
ID ing slain, the thought makes my blood rul
cold. l think perhaps that Biddy is mis-
y that is, she imagined she saw-"ah /! what
flash" she exclaimed, as a fiery Jet again il
luminod everything around them. "Ah
IN oh, my God: what did | see?'' cried themoth
o. er In piogs accents, as the flame after playin
r across the sky for some seconds, distinct
e. revealed to the poor woman five or six dus
1T ky forms, fitting across the road directly b.
fore them. And sho burst into tears. " MotE
- 0l' you VII run me mau, II you thus CIV
h way. Biddy, for the love of heaven, wis
)" shall we do 2" continued the lovely girl, az
re pealing to her then Mentor, and relying o
to her Irish ingenuity to save them.
!! -" Begorra, Miss Alcora, and | would /
ry advising that we stops kinder the wagir
ad and them's sure my own opinion, sure it i
n, And thin jist hand me masther's gun, her
h. which he hasforgotten how to use, and faitl
if | see q red varmint of them same savage
again, it's Biddy herself, may the Houl
as snakeiferous St. Pater Patrick protect he
n thatll be making Them acquainted with IL
of contents of the lovely crature 1 has in m
no hands" And she placed the trusty fre-loc
10. by her side, and arranging the amuuition,
as to get at it readily, stopped the horse
with a slight jerk, and waited in silence tt
result.
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