Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1861-02-08

ue hSht pouring thiough Tue cNihh ana
then shut in again with all the safety and
comfort and joy, her husband taking the fd-
die aud playing lightly with his head in
clined, play ing while she sang, while she
sang for her life to an Indian Devil. Then
she knew he was fumbling for and finding
some shining fragment and scoring it down
the yellowing hair, and unconsciously her
voice forsook the wild war-tunes and drifted
into the half-gay, half-melancholy Rosin
the Bow.
i Suddenly she woke pierced with pang,
and the daggercd tooth penetrating her
flesh ;-dreaming Of safety she had ceased
singing and lost it. The beast had regained
the use of all his limbs, and now, standing
and raising his back, bris,ling and foaming,
with sounds ihai would. have been like
Kisses but for their deep aud fearful sonori-
ty, he withdrew step by step toward the
trunk of the tree, still with his flaming balls
upon her. She was all at once free, on
one end of the bough, twenty feet from the
ground. She did not measure the distance,
but rose TO drop herself down careless Of
any death, so that it were not this. Instant
ly, as if he scanned her thoughts, the crea-
ture bounded forward with yell and caught
her again in bis dreadful hold. 1t might be
that he was not greatly famished; for, as
she suddenly flung up her voice again, he
settled himself composedly on the bough,
still clasping her with invincible pressure
to his rough, ravenous breast, and listening
in fascination to the sad, strange U-la-lu
above him. He half closed his eyes, and
sleepily reopened and shut item again.
What rending pains were close at hand
Death and what death worse than any
other that is to be named Water, be it
cold or warm, that which buoys up blue
j ice-fields, or which bathes tropical coasts
|, with currents OF balmy bliss, is yet gentle
conqueror, kisses as it kills, and draws you
down gently through darkening fathoms, to
f its heart. Death at the sword is the festi-
val of trumpet and buele and banner, with
, glory ringing out around you and distant
hearts thrilling through yours. No gnaw-
; ing disease can bring such hideous end as
this for that is fiend bred Of your own
flesh, and this-is it fend, this living lump
r of appetites? What dread comes with the
: thought of perishing in flames but fire, let
$ it leap and hiss never so hotly, is something
5 too remote, too alien, to inspire us with such
e loathly horror as a wild beast if il have a
: life, that life is too utterly beyond our COM
: prehension. Fire is not half ourselves; as
Y it devours, arouses neither hatred nor dis
: gust is not to be known by the strength
/ of our lower natures let loose does not
:, drip our blood into our faces from foamine
+ chaps, nor mouth nor snarl above US with
i vitality. Let us be ended by fire, and we
$ TO cover; let us be ended by wild beasts
c and the base, cursed thing howls with US
e forever through the forest. All this she
felt as she charmed him, and what force il
!. lent to her song God knows. If her voice
d should fail If the damp and cold should
y give her any fatal hoarseness! If all the
d silent powers of the forest did not conspire
: to help her! The dark, hollow night rose
a indifferently over her; the wide, cold all
i breathed rudely past her, lifted her we
v hair and blew it down again; the grea
d boughs swung with ponderous strength
+ now and then clashed their iron lengths to.
v gether and shook off sparkle of icy spears
e or some long-ain weight of snow from theil
# heavy shadows. The green depths were
n utterly cold and silent and stern. These
d beautiful haunts that all the summer were
+ hers and reioiced TO share with her theil
= bounty, these heavens that had yielded theil
i larsess, these stems that had thrust theil
: blossoms into her hands, all these friends o.
a three moons ago forgot Der now and knew
6 her no longer.
n Feeling her desolation, wild, melancholy
# forsaken songs rose thereon from thai
k frightful aerie,-weeping, wailiug tunes
that sob among the people from age to age
= and overflow with otherwise unexpresset
u sadness,-all rude, mournful ballads,-olt
b fearful strains, that Shakespeare heard the
p vagrants sing, and that rise and fall like
e the wind and tide,-sailor-songs, to bs
/ heard only in lone mid-watches beneath thu
!. moon and stars,-shastly rhyming ro
e mances, such as that famous one of tn,
1t Lady Margaret" when
: s. She slipped on her gown of green
A piece below the knee
Il And twas all a bong cold winters night
| A dead corse followed sben
| xyrNu