Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852
Various
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And, without implying any license to dispute about tastes—which, from
time immemorial, have been considered out of the pale of
controversy—Edgar’s choice was well justified by her qualities, both of
mind and person. She was considerably above the medium height, with the
free carriage, which health and elastic spirits always give. Even now,
though nearly forty years have passed, and she has borne and nurtured a
numerous family, her bearing is more erect and graceful than that of
many a girl within her ’teens. Dark hair and eyes, with a well arched
brow—cheeks a little embrowned by exposure to the sun and wind—a nose
rather aquiline than straight—a pleasant mouth, with red lips, which
were never known to tremble, save in talking to the Ranger; a round,
full chin, surmounting, like an Ionic capital, the marble column of her
neck, and a figure, which united the freedom of rural life with the
elegance of city cultivation; these were her attractions. Captain Edgar
was a lucky fellow—for she loved him with all the fervor of the
wilderness; and by nothing in her education had she learned to act as if
ashamed of her affection.
He was well worthy of such a bride. Tall, elegantly formed, active, and
graceful, he was the very type of a young frontiersman. Gait, carriage,
voice, and countenance, were all in unison with the open, manly spirit
of his class. Preëminently brave among a people noted for courage; able
as a leader, where, in order to lead, superiority must be plainly seen
and deeply felt; he was already, though scarcely five-and-twenty, the
captain of a company of rangers, whose arduous task it was to protect a
frontier of nearly an hundred miles from the depredations of the
Indians. The latter, stirred up, as is universally believed in this
country, by British agents, since the opening of the war, were
gathering, in unprecedented numbers, along the lakes and on the Upper
Mississippi; and, like bolts from a thunder-cloud, war parties were
moving rapidly in all directions—falling, with the suddenness of Indian
strategy, when their descent was least expected, and vanishing among the
shadows of the forest, ere their blows could be returned. If the
settlements on Shoal Creek had, as yet, escaped incursion, it was
chiefly owing to the vigilance and activity of Edgar’s Rangers, and, in
circumstances like these, it may well be supposed, that nothing, save
the utmost confidence, would have induced the pioneers to trust so young
a man with a responsibility so heavy.
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