"Terribly grand!" said Hamilton to his companion.
"A fearful display of God's power!" responded Ellen.
"A mere breath of his omnipotence--nothing more!"
For half an hour the tempest raged in violence, then its fury was spent,
and soon after the clouds rolled away. During its continuance, the wild
passions of the savages were awed into quiet, and their hearts filled with
other thoughts and emotions than those of vengeance and cruelty. They were
silent as the grave, and harmless as silent.
The party now found time to look about them. Durant had manifested signs of
life, but was evidently badly hurt. Presently he opened his eyes, and
stared about, but his glances were those of bewildered delirium. A high
fever was burning in his veins; its fires penetrated to the head, and,
reveling amid the brain, unhinged reason, and let loose the fierce passions
so long time grown strong and o'ermastering.
Who shall paint the darkness of a corrupt heart, when for years the basest
feelings human nature is capable of experiencing have been nourished until
more than mature? It was more dreadful to listen to the ravings of Durant
than to witness the fearful war of the elements. The tempest just over, was
nothing to the one that was struggling and out-breaking in his bosom.
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