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The
judge
himself
seems
to
waver
.
The
minority
has
been
diminished
--
no
longer
eighty
,
out
of
the
hundred
,
but
ninety
repeat
the
cry
.
The
more
moderate
are
overborne
by
the
inundation
of
vengeful
voices
.
The
crowd
sways
to
and
fro
--
resembling
a
storm
fast
increasing
to
a
tempest
.
It
soon
comes
to
its
height
.
A
ruffian
rushes
towards
the
rope
Though
none
seem
to
have
noticed
it
,
he
has
parted
from
the
side
of
Calhoun
--
with
whom
he
has
been
holding
a
whispered
conversation
.
One
of
those
"
border
ruffians
"
of
Southern
descent
,
ever
ready
by
the
stake
of
the
philanthropist
,
or
the
martyr
--
such
as
have
been
late
typified
in
the
military
murderers
of
Jamaica
,
who
have
disgraced
the
English
name
to
the
limits
of
all
time
.
He
lays
hold
of
the
lazo
,
and
quickly
arranges
its
loop
around
the
neck
of
the
condemned
man
--
alike
unconscious
of
trial
and
condemnation
.
No
one
steps
forward
to
oppose
the
act
.
The
ruffian
,
bristling
with
bowie-knife
and
pistols
,
has
it
all
to
himself
or
,
rather
,
is
he
assisted
by
a
scoundrel
of
the
same
kidney
--
one
of
the
ci-devant
guards
of
the
prisoner
.
The
spectators
stand
aside
,
or
look
tranquilly
upon
the
proceedings
.
Most
express
a
mute
approval
--
some
encouraging
the
executioners
with
earnest
vociferations
of
"
Up
with
him
!
Hang
him
!
"
A
few
seem
stupefied
by
surprise
;
a
less
number
show
sympathy
;
but
not
one
dares
to
give
proof
of
it
,
by
taking
part
with
the
prisoner
.
The
rope
is
around
his
neck
--
the
end
with
the
noose
upon
it
.
The
other
is
being
swung
over
the
sycamore
.
"
Soon
must
the
soul
of
Maurice
Gerald
go
back
to
its
God
!
"
