Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
The bank of the river, for some distance below, was too high and steep
for me to climb out again. After making two or three ineffectual
attempts, I gave it up; and, supporting myself and the child by a
swimming stroke, I permitted the current to carry us down, until I had
reached a place where it was possible to scramble ashore.
The young girl upon the bank had done all she could to assist me, while
I was endeavouring to climb out; but, fearing, from the state of
excitement in which she appeared to be, that she would herself tumble
in, I had commanded her to desist.
On my relinquishing the attempt to ascend the steep bank, she appeared
to think that I had done so in despair; and that both the child and I
were irrecoverably lost.
Her screams recommenced, while her movements betokened something like a
determination to join company with us in the water. This, I believe,
she would have done, had I not at that instant reached a place, where
the bank shelved down to the surface, and where I at length succeeded in
getting my feet upon dry land. In another moment I had placed the child
in her arms.
For some time after my getting out of the water, the attention of the
young girl was wholly engrossed by the little creature I had rescued;
and, without fear of my scrutiny being noticed, I had a good opportunity
of observing her.
As she stood before me, affectionately caressing her little companion, I
thought that there could be on this earth but one other so lovely--one
Lenore.
She appeared to be about sixteen years of age. I had often heard of
"golden hair," and always had regarded the expression as a very foolish
figure of speech. I could do so no longer on looking at the hair of
that Australian maiden. Its hue was even less peculiar than its
quantity. There seemed more than a delicate form could carry.
I could not tell the colour of her eyes; but I saw that they emitted a
soft brilliant light, resembling the outburst of an autumn sun.
When she became satisfied that the child was unharmed, she proceeded to
thank me for the service I had done, in "preserving the life of her
sister."
I interrupted her expressions of gratitude, by offering to accompany her
to her home. The child, after the fright it had sustained, seemed
hardly able to stand; and I proposed to carry it in my arms. My
proposal was accepted; and we proceeded on up the river.
An animal called in the colonies a "Kangaroo dog," led the way; and to
this quadruped the young girl directed my attention.
"Rosa was running in advance of me," said she, "and was playing with the
dog. It was he that pushed her into the river. I fear, our mother will
not allow us to come out again, though I am very fond of straying along
the Yarra-Yarra. We have not far to go," she added; "the house is just
behind that hill, you see before us. It is not quite a mile to it."
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