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"
May
He
support
me
too
!
"
Roderick
was
reclining
on
the
margin
of
a
fountain
which
gushed
into
the
fleckered
sunshine
with
the
same
clear
sparkle
and
the
same
voice
of
airy
quietude
as
when
trees
of
primeval
growth
flung
their
shadows
cross
its
bosom
.
How
strange
is
the
life
of
a
fountain
!
—
born
at
every
moment
,
yet
of
an
age
coeval
with
the
rocks
,
and
far
surpassing
the
venerable
antiquity
of
a
forest
.
"
You
are
come
!
I
have
expected
you
,
"
said
Elliston
,
when
he
became
aware
of
the
sculptor
’
s
presence
.
His
manner
was
very
different
from
that
of
the
preceding
day
—
quiet
,
courteous
,
and
,
as
Herkimer
thought
,
watchful
both
over
his
guest
and
himself
.
This
unnatural
restraint
was
almost
the
only
trait
that
betokened
anything
amiss
.
He
had
just
thrown
a
book
upon
the
grass
,
where
it
lay
half
opened
,
thus
disclosing
itself
to
be
a
natural
history
of
the
serpent
tribe
,
illustrated
by
lifelike
plates
.
Near
it
lay
that
bulky
volume
,
the
Ductor
Dubitantium
of
Jeremy
Taylor
,
full
of
cases
of
conscience
,
and
in
which
most
men
,
possessed
of
a
conscience
,
may
find
something
applicable
to
their
purpose
.
"
You
see
,
"
observed
Elliston
,
pointing
to
the
book
of
serpents
,
while
a
smile
gleamed
upon
his
lips
,
"
I
am
making
an
effort
to
become
better
acquainted
with
my
bosom
friend
;
but
I
find
nothing
satisfactory
in
this
volume
.
If
I
mistake
not
,
he
will
prove
to
be
sui
generis
,
and
akin
to
no
other
reptile
in
creation
.
"
"
Whence
came
this
strange
calamity
?
"
inquired
the
sculptor
.
"
My
sable
friend
Scipio
has
a
story
,
"
replied
Roderick
,
"
of
a
snake
that
had
lurked
in
this
fountain
—
pure
and
innocent
as
it
looks
—
ever
since
it
was
known
to
the
first
settlers
.
This
insinuating
personage
once
crept
into
the
vitals
of
my
great
grandfather
and
dwelt
there
many
years
,
tormenting
the
old
gentleman
beyond
mortal
endurance
.
In
short
it
is
a
family
peculiarity
.
But
,
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
have
no
faith
in
this
idea
of
the
snake
’
s
being
an
heirloom
.
He
is
my
own
snake
,
and
no
man
’
s
else
.
"
"
But
what
was
his
origin
?
"
demanded
Herkimer
.
"
Oh
,
there
is
poisonous
stuff
in
any
man
’
s
heart
sufficient
to
generate
a
brood
of
serpents
,
"
said
Elliston
with
a
hollow
laugh
.
"
You
should
have
heard
my
homilies
to
the
good
town
’
s
-
people
.
Positively
,
I
deem
myself
fortunate
in
having
bred
but
a
single
serpent
.
You
,
however
,
have
none
in
your
bosom
,
and
therefore
cannot
sympathize
with
the
rest
of
the
world
.
It
gnaws
me
!
It
gnaws
me
!
"
With
this
exclamation
Roderick
lost
his
self
-
control
and
threw
himself
upon
the
grass
,
testifying
his
agony
by
intricate
writhings
,
in
which
Herkimer
could
not
but
fancy
a
resemblance
to
the
motions
of
a
snake
.
Then
,
likewise
,
was
heard
that
frightful
hiss
,
which
often
ran
through
the
sufferer
’
s
speech
,
and
crept
between
the
words
and
syllables
without
interrupting
their
succession
.
