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Updated: April 30, 2025
The old matted-hair savage, who had received a severe slash upon his shoulder during our last mêlée, hung well to the rear, contenting himself with giving encouragement to the others. "Stand stoutly to the work, friend Cairnes," I called across to him, feeling the heartsome sound of English speech might prove welcome. "If we drive them this time, they will hardly seek more at our hands."
"Take the oars, both of you," I said quietly, totally ignoring the question in the eyes of the Chevalier. "I have tasted a sword point, and am weakened from loss of blood. Pull up the stream, and be swift and quiet about it." "Hast thou been smitten of the Philistine, friend Benteen?" loudly questioned Cairnes, stumbling noisily across the seats.
The dense blackness showing directly ahead seemed to promise an extension of passageway into the rock; so, lighting a pine knot at the altar fire, and bidding Cairnes follow me closely, I led forward down the narrow tunnel. The floor was uneven, while so irregular and rough appeared roof and walls as to convince me this was a natural excavation, probably the run-way for some ancient watercourse.
So brilliant it burst forth from the opaque night, I hid my blinded eyes, every nerve of my body quivering. "Great God!" burst forth Cairnes, his voice so close as to startle me. "'T is like the end of the world!" "Be still," I commanded hastily, pressing him flat, "there they come."
Professor Cairnes sets himself at the start against the endeavor to refer this great crisis to superficial and secondary causes. He pierces the question to the core, and finds there what has too often been studiously kept out of sight, the cancer of Slavery.
Since that hour I have been a wanderer on the face of the earth, finding small comfort in this life; yet Ezekiel Cairnes is merely the poor servant of the Lord, the chief of sinners, and must abide in travail until He cometh." He cast up his eyes in pious affectation, his lips moving as though he meditated in prayer. "Then your name is Cairnes?"
I caught the outline of her face, imprinted with horror, the lips moving as if in supplication; then I perceived something else her hands were bound! Smothering an oath, I crept back to the pile of weapons in the corner, gripped a war-club, and, returning as silently, thrust a second into the unconscious hands of Cairnes. Our eyes met, the sectary nodding grimly, his jaws set like a steel trap.
"Think nothing of it," I returned hastily, and then, observing how the Puritan drew back from beside him, added, "Master Cairnes, you might busy yourself hunting more food it will be exactly in your line while I attempt to bathe the limbs of the priest, and see what little may be done toward alleviating his pain."
Stowe rose up from her chair, crushing the letter in her hand, and with an expression on her face that stamped itself on the mind of her child, said: "I will write something. I will if I live." This was the origin of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," and Professor Cairnes has well said in his admirable work, "The Slave Power," "The Fugitive Slave Law has been to the slave power a questionable gain.
"So, now, brother Cairnes, if you wilt consent to divide your store of food, we shall both front our night's work with stronger bodies." "Saints' rest! and if we go over the edge," he replied, cheerfully emptying his bulging pockets on the rock, "it will be a comfort to bear loaded stomachs with us. It was ever against my pleasure to die half filled."
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