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Updated: June 7, 2025
But evermore Must death release me to the jungle shades; And there like Samson's grew my locks again In the old walks and ways, till scapeless fate Won me as ever to the haunts of men, Luring my lives with battle and with love." . . . I quote less than a quarter of the poem, of which the rest is just as good, and I ask: Who of us all handles his English vocabulary better than Mr. Blood?
He was a strong athletic young man, in spite of his long hair or might that have been, as in Samson's case, a contributory cause? I was like an infant in his hands, and lay across the chair, in an exceedingly uncomfortable position, gasping for breath. 'Try to keep as limp as you can, please, he said, 'the mouth wide open, as you have it now, the legs careless in fact, trailing.
Julia was undoubtedly very ill, so ill that even Samson Mountain forbore to force her to descend to the parlour in which Mr. Tom Raybould nervously awaited her coming, and where, on Samson's return from his daughter's chamber, the pair sat and drank their beer together in miserable silence, broken by spasmodic attempts at conversation regarding crops and politics.
"No fear o' you cantering off, Master Nat," said Samson, as, with keen appreciation of his masterful position, he tied his brother as tightly as he could, while Nat resisted and struggled so that he had to be held by Samson's companion, his steel headpiece falling off in the encounter. "That's got him, I think," said Samson, tightening the last knot which held him to the horse.
Her confidence in her hero was absolute. The boy lifted his hand, and pointed off down the path. Slowly and with incoherent muttering, Spicer took himself away. Then only did Sally rise. She came over, and laid a hand on Samson's shoulder. In her blue eyes, the tears were welling. "Samson," she whispered, "ef they're atter ye, come ter my house. I kin hide ye out.
"Don't speak; only tell him when you reach the stairs. Now, forward!" "Forward it is, gen'lemen. March! Never mind about that Nat. Got him all right, Master Fred?" There was a low chuckle by Fred's ear that sounded like one of Samson's, as he answered "Yes. Go on." "Go on it is, gen'lemen; give the old donkey the spur, if he won't go."
There was a great stir in the camp when the truth became known. Emissaries were sent after the searchers down the pass, calling them to return. "He thinks to get to Italy," said the officer. "I did not imagine the fool knew so much of geography. We have him now secure enough." The officer who had been flung over Samson's head was now able to hobble about, and he was exceedingly bitter.
Samson's toe touched the pistol which had dropped from Farbish's hand and he contemptuously kicked it to one side. He came back to his place. "Now, Mr. Horton," he said to the man who stood looking about with a dazed expression, "if you're still of the same mind, I can accommodate you.
This covenant, thro' the blessing of God upon their councils and endeavours, hath been their Samson's lock, the thing in fight, wherein their strength lieth. And why should not we hope, that it will be ours; if we can be wise, as they, to prevent or overcome the flattering enticements of those Delilahs who would lull us asleep in their laps, only for an opportunity to cut or shave it off?
"What we wants is a man. We hain't got no use fer no traitors thet's too almighty damn busy doin' fancy work ter stand by their kith an' kin." "That's a lie!" said the girl, scornfully. "There's just one man living that's smart enough to match Jesse Purvy an' that one man is Samson. Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do it ef he wants to."
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