Edward Barnett; a Neglected Child of South Carolina, Who Rose to Be a Peer of Great Britain,—and the Stormy Life of His Grandfather, Captain Williams - or, The Earle's Victims: with an Account of the Terrible End of the Proud Earl De Montford, the Lamenta by Tobias Aconite
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gleaming with ferocious satisfaction, his lank, shambling figure, and
yellow, matted hair hanging in elf locks round his sharp visage, he looked like an unclean bird of prey hovering over a carcase. And a carcase it was over which he bent his head; dead now to every honorable hope, worse than useless to his kind, a hunted outcast, a mass of decaying matter, kept alive only by the fiery hope of vengeance that burnt within. The ruffian had hitherto been faithful, and procured Hunter those necessaries that he could not venture in quest of himself, for he was a deserter from that service, which kidnaps men to do its work, and hunts down the poor slaves when they escape, even in the land whose inhabitants are singing, 'Britons ever will be free.' Bitter, mockery of freedom. Curly Tom now held up his hand, and cautiously the officers emerged from their hiding place, slowly they came forward, anticipating an easy capture; they were mistaken. The opiate, as it frequently does on excitable natures, had only partially stupefied him, and the first effect wearing off, it now began to act as a stimulant;--the officers had traversed about half the distance to the rock on which Hunter's head reclined, when he started up and looked wildly around him,--for a moment he seemed stupefied, and passed his hand before his face as if to assure himself he was not dreaming--the officers rushed forward. He saw it all now,--he drew a pistol, but Curly Tom threw his long arms round him,--too late to prevent the explosion, however. The ball whizzed by the side of the foremost officer, and struck the agent in the leg--he fell. Curly Tom possessed more strength than his lank figure promised,--but Hunter, thoroughly sobered by his danger; tore his hold away, and striking the ruffian a tremendous blow with the butt end of the discharged pistol, felled him to the ground,--and snatching a knife from the rock close at hand, stabbed the foremost officer to the heart,--he fell with a heavy groan, and the next moment the remaining officer, a man of herculean strength had closed |
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