The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
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The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
The chase, like misfortune, is a wonderful leveller of distinctions.
Foremost in the field were the proud Sir William and the keener Fairfax;
one upon either side of Congo, whooping and yelling in unison, and all
distinctions forgotten for the moment, but the speed and bottom of their
coursers; the countenances of the three alike expressive of concentrated
eagerness in the sport. To a spectator on the summit of the hill, the
scene was not wanting in picturesque and striking features. The sun was
just peeping over the blue hills, and lifting the vapours from the
valleys beneath, in all the variegated and beauteous tints of the
rainbow, as they arose in majestic masses and encircled the summits of
the cliffs. The cool and invigorating breeze of a young summer morn, as
it was wafted through the romantic dales and glens, came loaded with the
richest sweets of forest and of flower. And when the music of the hounds
was softened in the distance to a faint harmonious swell upon the air,
the feathered tribes, luxuriant in beauty, warbled forth their richest
strains of nature's melody as they hopped from twig to twig, flashing
their brilliant colours in dazzling contrast to the pendant dew-drops
glittering in the sunbeams. On the other hand the rays fell in broad
sheets of light upon the tranquil waters of the noble Powhatan, as seen
through the deep green foliage of the woodland vista. The city too was
dimly visible in the distance, its towering columns of smoke shooting
high up towards heaven through the clear calm air, and expanding into
fleecy waves as they were lost or scattered in the higher regions of the
atmosphere. These morning glories of a southern sunrise were, however,
lost upon our sportsmen, who now came sweeping round the base of the
hill from the opposite side, the horses covered with foam, and riders
making the welkin ring again with their shouts of gladness and
excitement. The dignity of station and of birth, affairs of state, and
all other considerations foreign to the business of the time, were
utterly forgotten and abandoned, while their late proud possessors vied
with the youngest and the humblest in seizing the pleasures of the
chase. The horses seemed in the distance as if their bodies were moving
through the air, a foot and a half nearer the ground than they were
wont, their legs nearly invisible; while their riders bent over their
necks as if impatient even of this headlong speed.
Hitherto the hounds as usual, when in pursuit of the fox, had moved in
the figure of a rude circle, never departing to any great distance from
the point whence they had started, but moving round and round the hill;
and there was every appearance that the chase would be thus continued
until the game was either fairly run down, or had gained the shelter of
his hole.
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