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Remember what we've said already? 'Je recule pour mieux sauter? Wait till we get a fresh start on these hell-hounds; we'll jump 'em far enough!" The bungalow now lay behind. The whole clearing seemed alive with the little blue demons, like vermin crawling everywhere. Thicker and thicker now the smoke was pouring upward. The scene was one of utter desolation. Then suddenly it faded.
Heyward had given one of his pistols to Hawkeye, and together they rushed down a little declivity toward their foes; they discharged their weapons at the same instant, and equally without success. "I know'd it! and I said it!" muttered the scout, whirling the despised little implement over the falls with bitter disdain. "Come on, ye bloody minded hell-hounds! ye meet a man without a cross!"
Slowly they multiply, they approach, still invisible but to their prey "the angry hell-hounds of his mother." He flies, the fresh blood yet dripping from his hands. This catastrophe the sudden apparition of the Furies ideally imaged forth to the parricide alone seems to me greater in conception than the supernatural agency in Hamlet. The visible ghost is less awful than the unseen Furies.
Nor, on the other hand, will you ever discover what a noble task it is what a divine task and how divinely assisted and divinely recompensed. You will not know what a kennel of hell-hounds your own heart is till you have long sought to enter it and cleanse it out. And after you have done your utmost, and your best, death will hurry you away from your but half-accomplished task.
Should Bridewell news be in any gazette? Swift. Scottish scoundrels! Swift. Scotch dogs! Into Scotland ... as far as a place called Dunce. Swift. "Dunce" underlined. Swift. Cursed Scots for ever! Swift. A cursed true Scot! Swift. Confounded Scots! Swift. All Argyles, cursed Scottish hell-hounds for ever! Swift. Scottish traitors!
And I doubt not but that, if the Turk stood even here with all his whole army about him; and if every one of them all were ready at hand with all the terrible torments that they could imagine, and were setting their torments to us unless we would forsake the faith; and if to the increase of our terror they fell all at once in a shout, with trumpets, tabrets, and timbrels all blown up at once, and all their guns let go therewith to make us a fearful noise; if then, on the other hand, the ground should suddenly quake and rive atwain, and the devils should rise out of hell and show themselves in such ugly shape as damned wretches shall see them; and if, with that hideous howling that those hell-hounds should screech, they should lay hell open on every side round about our feet, so that as we stood we should look down into that pestilent pit and see the swarm of poor souls in the terrible torments there we would wax so afraid of the sight that we should scantly remember that we saw the Turk's host.
"Captain, I am betrothed to that young lady you saw when you went to see Captain Alden. If she is ever brought to trial, those Salem hell-hounds will swear away her life. I mean to rescue her or die with her. I am able and willing to pay you any reasonable price for your aid and assistance, Will you help me?" The Captain sprang to his feet. "Will I help you?
Do you suppose I would risk losing you, would even dream of giving you up, if I were not driven to it by the very hell-hounds of circumstance? To have felt love at all is the most wonderful thing in my life: I, who have always mocked and jeered and disbelieved. Well, anyhow it is there now. Listen, Hal. I love you. I love you? I love you."
Heyward had given one of his pistols to Hawkeye, and together they rushed down a little declivity towards their foes; they discharged their weapons at the same instant, and equally without success. "I know'd it! and I said it!" muttered the scout, whirling the despised little implement over the falls with bitter disdain. "Come on, ye bloody minded hell-hounds! ye meet a man without a cross!"
His love for his father, boyish pride, the sense of duty that is the social dower of the poor the one thing with the other determined his choice. He stood the test, but not bravely; he howled loudly the whole time, while, with his eyes fixed immovably upon the Evil One and his hell-hounds, he crept back for the sack and then dragged it after him at a quick run up the street.
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