Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1859-04-23
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| monrDful incense from the family hearthstone.
| She wept, sorrowed, prayed-fnr II is upon
| God at last that the tossed. stricken and dis
| appointed mind turns. The instincts and ex
perience of the whole human race prove be-
! yond the shadow of question that He alone
| can confer blessing and consolation upon the
J hereaved afflicted and world crushed soul.
PRAYER to Him made her calmer. A strange,
| balmy influence. unexpected and sweet, stole
| into her being. She would not, she did not
quite despair.
There was sound in the laurel hedges.
| She listened with every sense awake. Per
sons were working their way through the
tangled masses in the direction Of her covert.
! Their progress was slow and difficult. She
| heard muttered curses and imprecatiDas. Her
| fears were immeasurably increased, Tor the
| voice of Martin Vantassle was so odlous, and
| made so many diSagreeable impressions upon
her memory, that she could not but recog-
nize its slightest tones. She shrank and
crouched to mother earth for protection, as
the startled partridge hides itself beneath
bourh or in the friendly brake, to escape the
hurting shot OF the hunter.
Discovery appeared inevitable, for the
| cracking of the limbs and the struggling
| and the low-breathed curses came nearer and
nearer.
"Perditiou seize these brambles ex-
claimed Vantassle. "One can neither stand
| nm nor Law down, 90 fOrrard nor go back
| Jessie heard the speaker cast himself reck-
| lpsSly upon the ground few yards from her.
The laurel bent and complained beneath Eis
weight. communicating wave OF motion 10
| the vines around her. A volley Of oaths fol-
| lowed the remak
YOU'RE in IA bad temper, Cap'n." said an
other who proved TO be SIMON Arrowsmith.
Who wouldn't be in a bad temper TO lie
| baffi d in this way? - grOwed Vantassle.
| Twice the gal seem 10 be in INV power to-
night. and twice have | been defeated by
that unknown devil, One-eyed Saul of the
| Swamp"
| "It's the gal there's where the shoe
pinches. The loss of the siver plate Is what
! troubles me. Twas "A fools trick to set the
house a(ire and burn it up. arter all. There was
| enough'of us to take LaurelwOod by storm, and
we o ght TO done it. I'd been content with
| the booty and them that preferred IL might
! had the beauty. and welcome. Women are
well enough to do the cooin' and housework
| but as for havin' one or 'em agin her will,
can't see no sense in it, though them may
| have different views that please. Whoever
| gets a chance to lock among the ashes yOn-
d first. II git richly paid for their trouble"
"A greater treasure than all the plate of
| Burnside House has slipped through my fin
gers this night. Simon Arrowsmith, who IN
the fiand's name, l. this One-eycd Saul, who
is sich terror 10 our fellers all along the
Sa1tee, especially in the neighborhood o. this
cuSsrd swamp
Its more'n / can tell, Cap'n; but know
that he fights like hurricane, and is never
snll First you hear of him at one place,
then at another long way of. He goes
from pint to pint like IA racehorse, and alters
leaves his mark on the kings men. lie has
a BURMA hatred for Tories, and woe to them
| that he puts his eye on for vengeance, for
! thcv don't live long arter. Jim Pollard has
I Iii, - 10 I n Qil1
wasn't me that drew his name from the hat
on the night We crossed our sabres over the
red blaze, and swore--we Sevcn-tO stand 10y
each other to the last, in all cases and undeI
all circumstances
Poor luck we've had" sneered Martin
.though we had the advantage in pint o
numbers There's seven of US matched
against seven OF them; we'll see how it'll
end"
a dozen of us seem to be no match for
, four to-night." returned ATrowsmith, mo-
r,,s,Iy Il wonder il any of our seven got
their qaieius! Satan takes care Of his own
they say
; Well know tonight, when we meet at the
cypress tree. got broken skull and no
iced that two or three others had some ugl
: marks: but iE's my opinion that the sever
will all turn up ut the proper time. Som
of our friends went under; the bodies of 1
| few were burnt in the hous'', s'pOse. but IL
the fate of war, aud can't be helped. IL
Jessie Burnside that worries me the most!
Imagine the feelings of the young girl
! Picture To Yourself her trepidation, her trcm
! bling horror, at the proximity OF villain
Whose religion was Passion and Plunder, an'
. whose dcpra, ed insiicts hurried taen 10 th
{; commission of euormlties too shocking io
the mind 10 dwell upon. She was Ike th
T | dove hiding from the hawk-th. hare shrink
ing from the teeth of the hound.
5 .Au hope OF the gal isn't lost yet, sai'
! ArrowsmiIh. hopefully. "llerrick aud Lang
ford llcrcd IN yoa know
How iur could they fJller EN- throug
: these internal me>hes of wood!
As furas the frightened little bodies conl
90. How do you thiHk they could fight thei
: wnv through such difdkilties ~ these! Why
: tbey'd leave some ot their clothes al ever
/ step, aud woulda't have a rag lett on 'em b
;; the time they u gone DUN rods. TON
II how the pretty dears must have torn the
!, soft flesh,
II Arrow smith laughed, as if the idea was
j., very pleasant one.
..rhey couldn't 90 great ways. that's ce
. tain" said Martin, rea ,ctivcly.
u They may be thin ten yards oil us
j, sc L d Arruwsmith. with confidence.
The effect OF this remark was anything o'
- agre able to Jessie, for the distance vi
re much less rhan the ruftian had named.
a. I'VE might look about some" added a
rowsmilh. they'd be- apt to snuggie INTO u
- fust hdin' place they'd come u; that u
y way of the silly critters. when they
l.. frighten d, they put their silly h. ads una
!! the fust bush they hld.
la ..Yon forget that Tom Hutter, Paul Has
hurst. the tall Yankee, and the niger -tal
ed after EN- the minute We took TO our hee
They've found 'em, I'll warrant, aud ih
arch-rebel. lIazelhurst, is whlsPern D
things ia Jc-sies ears by this time. i
days II be long and the nights restless 1
ir | I've covered him with the muZLie of my rif
~ | Little shall sleep till be ceases 10 sta
b., | aiwe,.u me aud -ssle Burnside.
al III isn't best To let out any secrets, Cap
- for We don't know what ears may hear ns
as A twig broke beneath the slight weight
nd | Jessie's prrrou. The circumstances add
~ fresh terror To her situation.
of What was that - whispered Arrowsmll
he 1T was a noise" said Nantas-le, SUDDEN
te whose bad temper made him reckless
re- II know il was a noise. but IL alters TAX
ak | somsthin' to make a NOISE What did
ei you. Your beauty may be concealed hei
lie | about: push ahead aud see
se Jessie heard yantassls parting the laur'
is- aud pressing slowly toward her. Her he'
- beat Violently; she believed II be paused
ng could hear IL. The crisis OF her ia.e'
n | sesm.d TO her, had arrived. Should :
ay spring up aud att smpt TO ty, or reiaaih rile
y, q monent loagerf She chose the latter. Va
a. tassle was within three yards Of her.
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