The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
Somewhat astonished at such an unexpected display of spirit, he
dropped his pencil, and for an instant supposed that their ponies
were running away with these damsels errant. They were not attired
for the saddle, and seemed rather to have sprung upon their palfreys
from some sudden whim and spirit of frolic than with a purpose of
leaving the park, in which he had first caught sight of them. They
were arrayed merely in simple walking-dresses of white, over which
one had flung a light scarlet shawl; and instead of caps or round
hats, they had low and broad-brimmed hats of thin felt, without
veils, much better fitted for rambling in, over sunny meads, than for
displaying to the winds on horseback.
His suspicion that their ponies had taken the matter into their own
hands,--or rather the bits into their own teeth, was of short
duration; and as they advanced with increased rapidity, he saw
plainly, by the mirthful rivalry displayed in all their actions and
gestures, that they were positively running a race, the scarlet
mantle being the winner,--or, so far, at least, as a full length
would go, in full prospect of winning.
Not a little diverted at the spectacle, and the merry cries with
which they encouraged their steeds, he rose from the table, to take a
better view of the fair jockeys, as they should brush by; when, to
his great surprise, no sooner had they reached the little oak-yard
that conducted to the Traveller's Rest, than they made a rapid wheel,
and came dashing up to the porch in a style worthy of a race-course.
It happened, either because he was in part concealed by the veil of
nasturtions that grew near to where he had placed his table, or
because they were too much engaged in their frolic to raise their
eyes, that the young painter was seen by neither of the ladies, until
they were within six yards of the porch; when the headmost, suddenly
observing him, drew up in such confusion that she had well nigh
jerked her pony over on his back. He perceived at once, that _his_
appearance at the Traveller's Rest was wholly unexpected, and was any
thing but welcome to the adventurous pair. Indeed, it was manifest
that the consciousness of having been detected by a stranger engaged
in such jockey-like amusement, had greatly disconcerted them both.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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