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
“‘I assure you I never enjoyed better health in my life, and feel no
symptoms of indisposition whatever,’ I replied, but at that moment I
chanced to gaze at a mirror, and was startled at my haggard appearance.
But when Mrs. Arras withdrew, (which she did soon after my arrival,)
the affable and lovely Laura banished every thought of my condition. My
wan cheek was soon animated with the flush of unbounded admiration, and
my sunken eye sparkled with the effervescence of enraptured delight.
Deep and ineradicable passion was engendering in my bosom. And from the
pleasure indicated in the glitter of Laura’s lustrous eyes, the
exquisite smile that dwelt upon her coral lips, and the gentle though
unconscious swellings of her breast, a conviction thrilled through my
soul that my sudden affection was reciprocated. Hours flew like
minutes, and I was surprised by the clock striking ONE before it
occurred to me that it was time to depart. Again I traversed the
streets at that solemn hour, insensible to every feeling, and
regardless of every object but the flaming torch lit up in my heart and
the seraphic image of Laura. At length I was warned by the scrutinizing
gaze of a watchman to repair to my lodgings. But my pillow afforded no
rest. All night long I pondered on the exhilarating events of the day.
Many were the endearing accents that escaped my lips as I addressed in
fancy my beloved Laura. I resolved to declare my passion ere many weeks
should pass. I began to settle in my mind the plans of life, and then,
for the first time, the future presented a dark spot to my view. I was
poor! Laura was rich and her family proud and aristocratic. Her father
was a distinguished judge. And the most high-born and haughty of the
land would doubtless (if they had not already) sigh at her feet! I
sprang upright on my couch when this discordant thought passed across
my mind. But the next moment I was consoled with the belief that I
already possessed her heart. And with a determination to have her, in
spite of every obstacle, should this be the case, I sank back through
weariness, and was soon steeped in deep, though unquiet slumber.
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