Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 3, March 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 3, March 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
As we said before, Kate was his only child, and had been the solace of
her parents for nineteen years. She had now attained to full-blown
womanhood, and, from her beauty and intelligence, her hand had been
often asked, by the hardy sons of the pioneers. Her heart was untouched,
until young Gaston laid siege to it. To his eloquent appeals she lent a
willing ear, and promised to be his bride.
As Kate was the loveliest girl in the country, so was Richard Gaston the
most to be envied among the youths. Of fine, manly stature, superior
intellect, and unflagging energy, he was the best match in the
settlement. He cultivated a little farm on the other side of the river,
and when occasion offered, engaged in the practice of law, for which
both education and nature fitted him. He had been in the settlement
about seven years, and from his open and conciliatory manners, his bold
and manly bearing, had become a favorite with all around him. He was
always the first to take up his rifle, and sally against the hostile
Indians, when necessity required it, and from his undoubted courage, was
always chosen leader of the little bands, formed to repel the savage
foe.
When the toils of the week had passed, Gaston might be seen, with his
rifle on his shoulder, moving toward the river where his canoe was
fastened, and springing lightly into it, dashing through the foaming
waters, and among the rocks, as safely and cheerfully, as if passing
over a smooth and glassy lake; and on the following evening, he might be
seen again, braving the rushing current, with the same careless ease,
but more thoughtful brow; for who ever yet parted from the girl of his
heart, with the same joyful aspect, which he wore when going to meet
her? Let us now return to the wedding day.
“Have you heard of the Indian that was found murdered on the bank of the
creek this morning?” said a young man, after the company had assembled,
to Mr. Lee.
“No,” answered Mr. Lee, with surprise, “I had hoped from the long peace
that has reigned, we should have no more such outrages against the poor
Indians. But how is it possible, sir, if they are thus shot down, that
we can expect them to be quiet?”
“The body,” continued the first speaker, “was found by some of his
tribe; and they immediately threatened vengeance if the murderers were
not given up. But that is impossible; because we do not know them.”
At this moment, a loud crash of thunder echoed through the woods, so
suddenly as to make all start from their seats.
“Well, my friends,” said Mr. Lee, as soon as all was again quiet, “we
shall be as likely to suffer from this rashness as the offender, and
must be prepared. I am glad you have brought your guns with you, for
unless they come in too large a body we shall be able to hold out
against them.”
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