Confessions of a Whitefoot by G. C. H.Confessions of a Whitefoot by G. C. H.

Confessions of a Whitefoot

byG. C. H.

Paperback | February 4, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846. Excerpt: ... sleeping industry, and my soul confessed the winningness of moral beauty in its "rapture of repose." A moment--and a hideous glare broke over it! the roof was fired; and the hissing of the damp straw, and the crackling of the scorched rafters, were horribly audible. Then there came upon the ear the frenzied screams of the inmates, answered by taunting yells from demons in human form that stood around me. The door was burst, and, in the black gorge within, clouds of blinding smoke are traversed by quick sparks and red charred pieces from the burning timbers. Through that infernal microcosm--a miniature hell shot athwart with tiny lightnings, see naked wretches struggle towards the air. A hand! for heaven's own mercy, help! a hand! There--there--poor mother! see, your child is safe! She kneels--she blesses me! But hark! "Your oath! Your oath!" Hell and horror! 1 tossed the helpless infant back; and the smothering cry of the little innocent, and the seething of its tender flesh, will sound for ever in my tortured ear, and, like eternal thunders, drown my soul's cry for mercy! These delirious ravings were the harbinger of a wasting disease that reduced me to the brink of the grave. When consciousness returned, the winter was far advanced. The declining sun shot its level beams through the little window, chequered by the naked arms1 of a huge elm that swayed to and fro with the wind, when I wakened as from a long and troubled sleep. Beside the bed sat a mute watcher, who gazed with melancholy fixedness upon the sinking orb. A faint exclamation which I uttered recalled him from his trance; he turned at the sound, and our eyes encountered. It was Burgess! The shade of pensive thought which had hung upon his features disappeared, as he fixed upon me a long and s...
Title:Confessions of a WhitefootFormat:PaperbackDimensions:56 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.12 inPublished:February 4, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:021791697X

ISBN - 13:9780217916974