Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly DescribedJones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
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Wild Western Scenes: A Narrative of Adventures in the Western Wilderness, Wherein the Exploits of Daniel Boone, the Great American Pioneer are Particularly Described
Jones, J. B. (John Beauchamp)
Boone, Daniel, 1734-1820 -- Fiction; Western stories; Wilderness areas -- Fiction
While looking at one of the homely shelves in a corner of the deserted
house, Mary accidentally espied a small volume of poems, the gift of
Glenn, that had been neglected. She seized it eagerly, and after
turning over the pages the fiftieth time, and humming over many of the
songs, she paused suddenly, and lifting her eyes to the bright
sun-beams that streamed through the window, long remained in a listless
attitude. Something unusual had startled her simple meditations. At
first a shade of painful concern seemed to pass across her brow, and
then glancing quickly at the book she still held in her hand, a sweet
smile animated her lips. But again and again, ever and anon, the
abstracted gaze was repeated, and as often succeeded by the smile when
her eyes fell upon the volume. Did her thoughts dwell upon the giver of
that book? Undoubtedly. Did she love Glenn? This she knew not herself,
but she would have died for him! She was ignorant of the terms
courtship, love, and marriage. But nature had given her a heart
abounding with noble and generous impulses.
At length she drew her shawl closely round her shoulders, and, closing
the door of the hut, was in the act of returning up the hill, when she
was startled by the furious and sudden barking of the hounds, which she
had left confined in the inclosure on the cliff. She paused, and looked
steadily in every direction, and was not able to discover, or even
conjecture, what it was that had roused the hounds. Yet an undefinable
fear seized upon her. The fawn at her side likewise partook of the
agitation, for the hair stood upright on its back, and it often snuffed
the air with great violence, producing, at each time, a shrill,
unnatural sound.
Mary started briskly up the path, determined to shut herself up in
Glenn’s house until her father returned from the island. When she had
proceeded about twenty paces, and was just passing a dense thicket of
hazel that bordered the narrow path, she heard a slight rustling on the
left, and the next moment she was clasped in the arms of a brawny
savage!
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