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Quickly
unfolding
his
serapé
--
hitherto
strapped
across
the
cantle
of
his
saddle
--
he
flung
it
over
the
head
of
his
horse
.
Then
,
drawing
the
edges
back
,
he
fastened
it
,
bag-fashion
,
around
the
animal
's
neck
.
With
equal
alertness
he
undid
his
scarf
of
China
crape
;
and
stretched
it
around
his
sombrero
--
fixing
it
in
such
a
way
,
that
one
edge
was
held
under
the
bullion
band
,
while
the
other
dropped
down
over
the
brim
--
thus
forming
a
silken
visor
for
his
face
.
Before
finally
closing
it
,
he
turned
once
more
towards
the
carriole
;
and
,
to
his
surprise
,
saw
Calhoun
still
in
the
saddle
.
Humanity
triumphed
over
a
feeling
of
incipient
aversion
.
"
Once
again
,
sir
,
I
adjure
you
to
get
inside
!
If
you
do
not
you
'll
have
cause
to
repent
it
.
Within
ten
minutes
'
time
,
you
may
be
a
dead
man
!
"
The
positive
emphasis
with
which
the
caution
was
delivered
produced
its
effect
.
In
the
presence
of
mortal
foeman
,
Cassius
Calhoun
was
no
coward
.
But
there
was
an
enemy
approaching
that
was
not
mortal
--
not
in
any
way
understood
.
It
was
already
making
itself
manifest
,
in
tones
that
resembled
thunder
--
in
shadows
that
mocked
the
darkness
of
midnight
.
Who
would
not
have
felt
fear
at
the
approach
of
a
destroyer
so
declaring
itself
?
The
ex-officer
was
unable
to
resist
the
united
warnings
of
earth
and
heaven
;
and
,
slipping
out
of
his
saddle
with
a
show
of
reluctance
--
intended
to
save
appearances
--
he
clambered
into
the
carriage
,
and
ensconced
himself
behind
the
closely-drawn
curtains
.
To
describe
what
followed
is
beyond
the
power
of
the
pen
.
No
eye
beheld
the
spectacle
:
for
none
dared
look
upon
it
.
Even
had
this
been
possible
,
nothing
could
have
been
seen
.
In
five
minutes
after
the
muffling
of
the
mules
,
the
train
was
enveloped
in
worse
than
Cimmerian
darkness
.
The
opening
scene
can
alone
be
depicted
:
for
that
only
was
observed
by
the
travellers
.
One
of
the
sable
columns
,
moving
in
the
advance
,
broke
as
it
came
in
collision
with
the
waggon-tilts
.
Down
came
a
shower
of
black
dust
,
as
if
the
sky
had
commenced
raining
gunpowder
!
It
was
a
foretaste
of
what
was
to
follow
.
There
was
a
short
interval
of
open
atmosphere
--
hot
as
the
inside
of
an
oven
.
Then
succeeded
puffs
,
and
whirling
gusts
,
of
wind
--
cold
as
if
projected
from
caves
of
ice
,
and
accompanied
by
a
noise
as
though
all
the
trumpets
of
Aeolus
were
announcing
the
advent
of
the
Storm-King
!
