In his story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge”, Ambrose Bierce showed his readers a type of cycle level of life. He expresses an unmasked fear that Peyton Farqhuar seems to have of death and how death eluded Farqhuar at numerous intervals and was able to make his way back home. Yet, death did not escape Farqhuar at all. The setting of the story is in a southern Alabama town. Peyton Farqhuar was a well to do planter and from a highly respected family. He owned a plantation, land, and slaves. He also had a beautiful wife. He seemed to have everything a man could want. Yet, he always felt something was missing from his life. But the one thing he wanted most, he could not have or be. That was to be a soldier in the Confederate Army! This of course, was due to circumstances beyond his control. Thus, Peyton Farqhuar did whatever he could to help out the soldiers of the Confederacy. Regardless how daunting or trivial the task, nothing was too humble for Farqhuar to do in order to help out the soldiers he so proudly felt he was one of in his own heart. Sadly, however, it was that eagerness and humbleness that blinded Farqhaur, as that became his own demise.
Farqhuar had gotten caught helping out the soldiers and was ordered hang
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Farqhaur was in tremendous pain, for his neck and brain felt as if they were on fire and his wrists were aching as well. He had to stay deep in the water until he was safely out of the guardsmen’s sight. Could I have fallen asleep while walking? But it did not matter, he was home! He looked up and there stood his lovely wife with her arms reached out for him. So full of deception and if one is not careful, those very deceptions can quickly become our own reality. Somehow, he managed to get his hands freed and was able to get the sack cloth off his covered eyes. We can always escape anything too harsh for our minds to deal with and by giving us a mental escape as such, we can psychologically, survive anything, yet often, it is not the actual truth but a mere illusion we believe to be the truth. He was surrounded by total darkness, as the sack cloth still lain on his head and his hands bound. A hemp rope was placed loosely around his neck in the shape of a noose. They taunted him back and forth with his feet on the very edge. They gave a quick shove and off the edge of the bridge Farqhuar went. Farqhuar continued his journey walking down that peaceful road. Soon, they placed a black sack cloth over his head to cover his eyes and tightened the rope still around his neck.
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