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"
May
not
this
prove
dangerous
?
"
asked
Cora
,
glancing
her
dark
eye
at
Major
Heyward
.
"
Poor
fellow
!
his
voice
is
too
feeble
to
be
heard
amid
the
din
of
the
falls
,
"
was
the
answer
;
"
besides
,
the
cavern
will
prove
his
friend
.
Let
him
indulge
his
passion
,
since
it
may
be
done
without
hazard
.
"
"
Isle
of
Wight
!
"
repeated
David
,
looking
about
him
with
that
dignity
with
which
he
had
long
been
wont
to
silence
the
whispering
echoes
of
his
school
;
"
'
tis
a
brave
tune
,
and
set
to
solemn
words
;
let
it
be
sung
with
meet
respect
!
"
After
allowing
a
moment
of
stillness
,
to
enforce
his
discipline
,
the
voice
of
the
singer
was
heard
,
in
low
,
murmuring
syllables
,
gradually
stealing
on
the
ear
,
until
it
filled
the
narrow
vault
with
sounds
rendered
trebly
thrilling
by
the
feeble
and
tremulous
utterance
produced
by
his
debility
.
The
melody
,
which
no
weakness
could
destroy
,
gradually
wrought
its
sweet
influence
on
the
senses
of
those
who
heard
it
.
It
even
prevailed
over
the
miserable
travesty
of
the
song
of
David
which
the
singer
had
selected
from
a
volume
of
similar
effusions
,
and
caused
the
sense
to
be
forgotten
in
the
insinuating
harmony
of
the
sounds
.
Alice
unconsciously
dried
her
tears
,
and
bent
her
melting
eyes
on
the
pallid
features
of
Gamut
with
an
expression
of
chastened
delight
that
she
neither
affected
nor
wished
to
conceal
.
Cora
bestowed
an
approving
smile
on
the
pious
efforts
of
the
namesake
of
the
Jewish
prince
,
and
Heyward
soon
turned
his
steady
,
stern
look
from
the
outlet
of
the
cavern
,
to
fasten
it
,
with
a
milder
character
,
on
the
face
of
David
,
or
to
meet
the
wandering
beams
which
at
moments
strayed
from
the
humid
eyes
of
Alice
.
The
open
sympathy
of
the
listeners
stirred
the
spirit
of
the
votary
of
music
,
whose
voice
regained
its
richness
and
volume
,
without
losing
that
touching
softness
which
proved
its
secret
charm
.
Exerting
his
renovated
powers
to
their
utmost
,
he
was
yet
filling
the
arches
of
the
cave
with
long
and
full
tones
,
when
a
yell
burst
into
the
air
without
,
that
instantly
stilled
his
pious
strains
,
choking
his
voice
suddenly
,
as
though
his
heart
had
literally
bounded
into
the
passage
of
his
throat
.
"
We
are
lost
!
"
exclaimed
Alice
,
throwing
herself
into
the
arms
of
Cora
.
"
Not
yet
,
not
yet
,
"
returned
the
agitated
but
undaunted
Heyward
;
"
the
sound
came
from
the
centre
of
the
island
,
and
it
has
been
produced
by
the
sight
of
their
dead
companions
.
We
are
not
yet
discovered
,
and
there
is
still
hope
.
"
Faint
and
almost
despairing
as
was
the
prospect
of
escape
,
the
words
of
Duncan
were
not
thrown
away
,
for
it
awakened
the
powers
of
the
sisters
in
such
a
manner
that
they
awaited
the
result
in
silence
.
A
second
yell
soon
followed
the
first
,
when
a
rush
of
voices
was
heard
pouring
down
the
island
,
from
its
upper
to
its
lower
extremity
,
until
they
reached
the
naked
rock
above
the
caverns
,
where
,
after
a
shout
of
savage
triumph
,
the
air
continued
full
of
horrible
cries
and
screams
,
such
as
man
alone
can
utter
,
and
he
only
when
in
a
state
of
the
fiercest
barbarity
.
The
sounds
quickly
spread
around
them
in
every
direction
.
Some
called
to
their
fellows
from
the
water
's
edge
,
and
were
answered
from
the
heights
above
.
Cries
were
heard
in
the
startling
vicinity
of
the
chasm
between
the
two
caves
,
which
mingled
with
hoarser
yells
that
arose
out
of
the
abyss
of
the
deep
ravine
.
In
short
,
so
rapidly
had
the
savage
sounds
diffused
themselves
over
the
barren
rock
,
that
it
was
not
difficult
for
the
anxious
listeners
to
imagine
they
could
be
heard
beneath
,
as
in
truth
they
were
above
and
on
every
side
of
them
.
