James Fenimore Cooper

James Fenimore Cooper

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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Prairie — Chapter XXXII (1827)

The teeth of the squatter were compressed, and his huge hand grasped the rifle, as if it would crush the metal. Then came a lull, a fresher blast, and a cry of horror that seemed to have been uttered at the very portals of his ears. A sort of echo burst involuntarily from his own lips, as men shout under unnatural excitement, and throwing his rifle across his shoulder he proceeded towards the rock with the strides of a giant.
It was not often that the blood of Ishmael moved at the rate with which the fluid circulates in the veins of ordinary men
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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Prairie — Chapter XXXII (1827)

The sons of Ishmael turned away in horror at the disgusting spectacle, and even the stern nature of the squatter began to bend before so abject misery.
"May that, which you ask of Him, be granted," he said; "but a father can never forget a murdered child."
He was answered by the most humble appeals for time. A week, a day, an hour, were each implored, with an earnestness commensurate to the value they receive, when a whole life is compressed into their short duration. The squatter was troubled, and at length he yielded in part to the petitions of the criminal.
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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Prairie — Chapter XXXII (1827)

Oh sister! do you hear my call?"
"I hear one speak from the grave!" returned the husky tones of Esther, as the wagon passed the spot where the criminal stood. "It is the voice of my firstborn, calling aloud for justice! God have mercy, God have mercy, on your soul!"
The team slowly pursued its route, and the deserted Abiram now found himself deprived of the smallest vestige of hope. Still he could not summon fortitude to meet his death, and had not his limbs refused to aid him, he would yet have attempted to fly.
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