Elisiner; Or, the Mysteries of an Old Stone Mansion a Historical Story Founded Upon Facts (Paperback)

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.1864 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII. We hear the chained hills cry That a mighty storm is nigh. On the twenty-second of March, 18--, a snow storm was hurriedly advancing from the mountains. Now the large flakes are falling thickly upon the gable-roofed mansion. There were indications of a regular northeaster. "Travellers that chance to be out on such a night as this is going to be, will grumble some, I reckon," said Benson, who had just come in from the barn. "Yes," responded black Phil, "the Lor' have marcy upon massa Pyrone, if he be coming home to-night " Amelia looked fearful, and remarked to Elly that she hoped that her parents would not attempt to buffet the storm. All eyes are turned towards the north windows, from which a view of the road was visible. There comes a sleigh, with two forms therein, comfortably wrapped in buffaloes and blankets, and handsomely sprinkled with snow-flakes. The vehicle turns up into the old avenue, and old Phil gives a snort of satisfaction, as it rounded the old familiar road leading to the stables. The outside door was thrown open, and Mrs. Pyrone was assisted up the snow carpeted steps by Amelia and Elisiner. The two ladies were assiduous in their attentions to the traveller, and she was soon divested of her outside habiliments, and seated in a comfortable rocking-chair by the side of a cheerful fire. It is true that this lady, when the girls were disrobing her person of the snowy, stiffened robes, loudly declared that she believed that they intended to kill her outright " adding that she had been dragged all over creation " Meanwhile the good deacon had given his horse into the care of old Phil, who had nearly dislocated his master's shoulder in his honest attempt to shake his hand in a sientific manner, all the time exclaiming: --"Oh, Lor, ...