Winona : $b A tale of Negro life in the South and SouthwestHopkins, Pauline E. (Pauline Elizabeth)
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Winona : $b A tale of Negro life in the South and Southwest
Hopkins, Pauline E. (Pauline Elizabeth)
African Americans -- Southern States -- Fiction; African Americans -- Southwestern States -- Fiction
It was late in the afternoon of a June day. It was uncommonly hot, the
heat spoke of mid-summer, and was unusual in this country bordering
upon the lakes.
On the sandy beach Indian squaws sat in the sun with their gaudy
blankets wrapped about them in spite of the heat, watching the steamers
upon the lakes, the constant traffic of the canal boats, their beaded
wares spread temptingly upon the firm white sand to catch the fancy
of the free-handed sailor or visitor. Upon the bosom of Lake Erie
floated a canoe. It had been stationary at different points along the
shore for more than an hour. The occupants were fishing; presently the
canoe headed for an island lying close in the shadow of Grand Island,
about a mile from it. The lad who handled the paddle so skilfully
might have been mistaken for an Indian at first glance, for his lithe
brown body lacked nothing of the suppleness and grace which constant
exercise in the open air alone imparts. He wore moccasins and his dress
otherwise was that of a young brave, save for feathers and paint. His
flashing black eyes were fixed upon the island toward which the canoe
was headed; as the sunlight gleamed upon his bare head it revealed the
curly, crispy hair of a Negro.
The sunlight played, too, upon the other occupant of the canoe, as she
leaned idly over the side trailing a slim brown hand through the blue
water. Over her dress of gaily-embroidered dark blue broadcloth hung
two long plaits of sunny hair.
Presently the canoe tossed like a chip at the base of wooded heights
as it grated on the pebbly beach. The two children leaped ashore,
and Judah pulled the canoe in and piled it and the paddles in the
usual place, high in a thicket of balsam fir. Winona had removed her
moccasins and carried them in her hand while they made the landing;
Judah balanced his gun, the fishing-rods and the morning’s catch of
fish on a rod.
They took their way along the beach, wading pools and walking around
rocks, gradually ascending the wooded heights above them round and
round, until they stood upon the crest that overlooked the bay and
mainland.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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