First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Meanwhile the two fellows who had rowed the boat entered. The glare of
light which now fell on their faces and figures, shewed them to be of
the same tribe of savages to which belonged the woman already described.
The chief distinction was, that they wore not the sole female attribute
displayed by her, the petticoat. The covering substituted by them
consisting of a scanty species of soot-coloured shirt and drawers,
leathern aprons, and a quantity of jet black dust. Their sinewy arms were
bare, the shirt-sleeve being pushed up to the shoulder, while the front
part of the same garment hung loosely open down to the girdle, exhibiting
an abundant growth of such covering as nature sometimes bestows on bipeds
of this description, in common with the four-footed race. Beards of
unchecked luxuriance covered their chins and upper lips, bushy whiskers
met the beards, and the long, wild, disorderly hair of the heads,
crowning all, left little that could be called face. That little was
either black or blackened, and gave to the eyes, as they reflected back
the fire-light, something of the appearance already remarked in those
of the female: in point of expression, however, theirs, instead of the
gleeful leer of unshrinking impudence which characterized her’s, had the
quick pursuing flash of ferocity.
“All right?” demanded the mysterious stranger, as they appeared. “Awe
right!” they replied, and passed on, till their figures were lost in
the darkness which veiled the distant part of the cave. From thence
a clanking of chains was soon heard, and shortly after the savage
forms re-appeared; but now mounted on animals so like the one already
described, that an enumeration of their points would be unnecessary. One
of the fellows also led a horse of a rather better description, which
the commander of the party took from him, and mounted. The cavalcade now
quitted the cavern.
CHAPTER XXIV.
“Wherefore comest thou, lovely maid, I said,
Over rocks, over mountains, why art thou
On the desert hill, why on the heath alone?”
Julia and her conductors proceeded at a quicker pace than the first
appearance of their horses promised. Their way lay over a ridge of
mountains; both the ascent and descent were rugged and dangerous in the
extreme, and occupied some hours. At length Julia became sensible that
they were crossing a wide common.
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