Lord, squatter, when I was a man in the pride and strength of my
days, I have looked in at the tent door of the enemy, and they
sleeping, ay, and dreaming too, of being at home and in peace! I wish
there was time to give you the partic--"
"Proceed with your explanation," interrupted Middleton.
"Ah! and a bloody and wicked sight it was. There I lay in a low bed of
grass, as two of the hunters came nigh each other. Their meeting was
not cordial, nor such as men, who meet in a desert, should give each
other; but I thought they would have parted in peace, until I saw one
put his rifle to the other's back, and do what I call a treacherous
and sinful murder. It was a noble and a manly youth, that boy--Though
the powder burnt his coat, he stood the shock for more than a minute,
before he fell. Then was he brought to his knees, and a desperate and
manful fight he made to the brake, like a wounded bear seeking a
cover!"
"And why, in the name of heavenly justice, did you conceal this?"
cried Middleton.
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