The Nevada journal., 1855-09-14
A Thrilling Story of East India.

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We had been playing all the evening at
whist. Our stakes had been gold mohur
points, and twenty on the rubber. Max
ey, who is always lucky, had won five con-
secutive bumpers, which left self-satisf-
ed smile on his countenance, and made us,
the losers, look anything but pleased,
when he suddenly changed countenance,
and hesitated to play. This more surpris-
ed us since he was one who seldom pom
dered, being so perfectly master of the
game, that he deemed long considerations
superfuous.
"Play away, Maxey; what are you
about" impatiently demaded Churchill,
one of those impetuous youths that had
ever wore the uniform of the body guard.
''Hush ~ responded Maxey, in a tone
which thrilled through US, at the same
time turning deadly pale.
care you unwell - said another, about
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 denoting ex-
treme fear of pain, and he laid down his
cards. eff you value my life, move not .
"What can he mean' has he taken
leave of his senses Z" said Churchill ap-
pealing to himself.
''Don't start don't move, I tell you -
in sort of whisper l never can forget, ut
tered Maxey. eff you make any sudden
motion am dead man -
We exchanged looks. He continued:
"Remain quiet, and all may yet be we'll
| have Cobra Capella around my leg"
Our first impulse was to draw back our
chairs; but an appealing look from the
victim induced us to remain, although we
were aware that SHOULD the reptile but
transfer one fold and attach himself to
any other of the party, that individual
might already be counted as a dead man,
so fatal is the bite of that dreadful mon
ster
Poor Maxey was dressed as many the
old inhabitants still dress in India-namc-
ly in brecches and silk stockings; he there
fore the more plainly felt every movement
of the snake. His countenance assumed
liyid hue; the words seemed to leave the
mouth without that feature altering its
position, SO fearful that the slis htest mus
cular movement should alarm the serpent,
and hasten his fatal bite.
We were in agony little less than lis
own, during the scene.
He is coiling roundl" murmured Max
ey; 81 feel him cold-oold to my limb;
and now he thightens!- the love of
mercy, call for some milk l dare not
speak loud; let it be placed on the ground
before me: let some be split on the floor
Churchill cautiously gave the order, and
a servant slipped out of the room.
Don't stir, Northcotc, you moved your
head. BY everything sacred I onjure
you not to do so again. 1t cannot be long
ere my fate is decided. I have wife and
two children in Europe; tell them L died
blessing them-that my last prayers were
for them; the snake is winding itself round
my calf leave them all | possess.
can almost fancy l feel his breath. Great
heavens to die in such a manner!'
The milk was brought and carefully put
down few drops were sprinkled on the
floor, and the afrig GIFTED servant drew back
Again Maxey spoke
"No-go, it has no effect on the con-
trary he has uncurled his upper fold |
dare not look down, but am sure he is
about to draw back, and give the bite of
death with more fatal precision. Again he
pauscs. L die firm but this is past en-
durance-ah !-he has undergone another
fold, and loosens himself. Can he be 60
ing to some one else ? We involuntarily
started. For the love of Heaven, stir
not | am dead man-bear with me.
He still loosens-he is about to dart =
Churchill, he fails off that way. Oh this
agony is too hard to bear Another press
ure, and am dead.
At that moment poor Maxey ventured
to look down, the snake had unwound
himself, the last coil had fallen and the
reptile was making for the milk.
1 am saved-saved y and Maxey boun-
ded from his chair; and fell senseless into
the arms Of one of his servants the snake
was killed, and our friend carried, more
dead than alive, to his room.