Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 28 of 97
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80 REPTLE MOCCASIN. . ° while Bis broad, manly q@est heaved with uncontrollable emotion—*“ God forgive me !—any thing!’ “ Well, then,” said the major, “as I was a—” “One moment, if you please. Ever since we first met, I have been haunted with a notion that I had seen you some- where, many years ago—I could not remember where, but the naine puzzled mek had never been nequalnted with a per- son of your name.” “The name I went by there was Lothrop.” “Ah! I see—I see !—it all comes to me now like a flash of lightning! and now—you'll excuse me—when you men- tioned the 29th of December, and spoke of the rush of waters, and told us the dreadful sound was in your ears night and day, it struck me all of a heap, somehow. I felt as if none but the guilty could be troubled in that way ; and it seemed as if God had given into my hands one of the murderers—the cowardly miscreants |—to butcher, in cold blood, a:score -of unarmed, sleeping travelers, and set the vessel on fire, and send her over the Falls! But the day of retribution must come! and the cry of no quarter! no quarter/ will ring in their ears at the judgment seat of God! if not _ fore.” “ T understand you now, my dear sir,” said the major, brush- ing away a tear. “ Let us be friends. Perhaps you may re- member something of Peter Smith?” “No, sir—can’t say Ido, He was away most of the time recruiting. I never saw him but once, and that was through a window, as he called, on horseback, to leave a notice for me—TI never heard the name of Smith—but there 2 were all sorts of stories about the farmer-boy, and if I knew his real name, perhaps I might be able. to recall his looks—* z s “ Indeed !—well, never mind his real name for the emanent, All in good time.” : “I remember that he was very tall, as tall should say, and one of the handsomest fellows you eyes on.” “Not to my aati. and yet—stay—lI do remember hearing that he had been elected a chief—that he run off with ~ @ beautiful half-breed, whom all the officers in the garrison comiclbooks.com