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Updated: May 11, 2025
I saw it striking upon the angular prisms, and bounding from block to block till it sunk out of sight amidst the tortuous branches of the cedars. I ran down the sloping path taking many yards at a step. Not far off, was my horse with that of Wingrove, and the mules.
They were all marked in relief with a cross and the device I.H.S. a motto that you would think none but a Chinaman could select for a weapon designed to destroy men, yet characteristic of this country of contradictions. "The Chinese statesman," says Wingrove Cooke, the famous Times correspondent, "cuts off 10,000 heads, and cites a passage from Mencius about the sanctity of human life.
It is the town of Swampville a name perhaps more appropriate than euphonious. Upon this path, where it debouches from the forest, the eye of Frank Wingrove becomes fixed not in the direction of Swampville, but towards the clearing of the squatter. From this, it would appear probable that he expects some one; and that the person expected should come from that side.
In a score of seconds more, we should meet. The pursuers satisfied that his recapture was hopeless without risking their own scalps had already turned with a despairing shout, and were galloping back. Wingrove was near enough to hear the cry of encouragement that passed from my lips; and, soon recognising me, despite the disguise of the serape, headed his horse directly towards us.
I had turned towards Wingrove not for an explanation: for the young hunter, also ignorant of the language in which the Indian spoke, was unaware of the allusion that had been made to him.
She obeys, however; and moves off from the spot not without reproach in her glance, and reluctance in her steps. Before reaching the path she pauses, turns in her track, and glides swiftly back towards the hunter. Wingrove stands astonished half afrighted. Before he can recover himself, or divine her intent, the Indian is once more by his side.
As Wingrove came up to the fire, I noticed a singular expression upon his countenance. Instead of being rejoiced at his success, his looks betrayed anxiety! I questioned him as to the cause. He did not answer directly; but, drawing me to one side, inquired in a whisper, if I had seen any one in his absence. "No. Why do you ask?" "If it wan't altogether unpossible, I'd swar I seed that girl."
Truly was this wild huntress an attractive object in charms far excelling the goddess of the Ephesians. Never was there such mate for a hunter! Well might Wingrove rejoice at the prospect before him! "Ho, stranger!" said she, reining up by my side, "you are safe, I see! All has gone well?" "I was in no danger: I had no opportunity of entering into the fight."
"They were false I confess it." "Enuf!" cried Holt, drawing down his gun. "Enuf for me. An' now, ye cowardly snake, ye may go wi' yur beauties yander. They'll not like ye a bit the wuss for all this. Ye may go an' carry yur conscience along wi' ye ef that 'll be any comfort to ye. Away wi' ye!" "No!" exclaimed a voice from behind, and at the same time Wingrove was seen stepping out from the rock.
Helter-skelter they went, driving the Tartars close into the town and before them along the wall, until, some hundred yards in front, they came upon Captain Fellowes and his bluejackets, who were just accomplishing another escalade. Commodore Elliot was well in front, and the admiral and general were not far behind." See `China', by Wingrove Cooke.
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