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with , the rich beauty of American scenery . At present there it a majority here , in favour of Kirk White , whose verse in comparison with the poetry of Keats , is very like the " poorest stuff" of our own suburban scenery . But Kirk White was orthodox , and beloved of Dr . Southey !
" We had dined on the quarteF deck , and were sitting over the Colonel ' s wine , pulling the elm-leuves from the branches as they swept saucily over the table , aud listening to the band ,, who were playing waltzes that probably ended in the confirmed insanity of every vvild heron and red deer that happened that afternoon to come within ear shot of the good steamer Queenston . The paddles began to slacken in their spattering , and the boat came to , tit the sharp side of one of the largest of the shadowy islands . We were to stop an hour or two and take in wood .
•• Every body was soon ashore for a ramble , leaving only the Colonel , who was a cripple from a score of Waterloo tokens , tmd your servant , reader , who had something on his mind * •* « Colonel ! will you oblige me by sending for Mahoney ? Steward ! call me that Indian girl , sitting with her head on her knees in the boat ' s bow . " ' They stood before us . «* How is this ? " exclaimed the Colonel : " Good God ! theae
Irishmen ! Well Sir ! what do you intend to do with this g irl , novr that you have ruined her ?' ** Mahoney looked at her out of a corner of his eye with a libertine contempt that made my blood boil . The girl watched for his answer
with an intense but calm £ jnze into his face , that if he had had a soul would have killed him . Her lips were set firmly but not fiercel y together , aud sis the private stood looking from one side to the other , unable or unwilling to answer , she suppressed a rifting emotion in her throat and turned her look on the commanding officer with a proud coldness that would have become Medea . * ' c Mahoney ! ' Miid the Colonel sternly , Will you marry thU poor girl ?' < Never , I hope , your honour 1 / 44
The wasted and noble creature raised her burdened form to its fullest height , and with an inaudible murmur bursting from her lips , walked hack to the how of the vessel . The Colonel pursued his Conversation with Mahoney , and the obstinate brute was still refusing the only reparation he could make the poor Indian , when she suddenly ivuppeared . The ^ hawl wus no longer round her shoulders . A couvto blanket was bound below her breast with a belt of wampum , leaving her fine bust entirely bare , her small feet trod the deck with th « elasticity of a leopard about to leap on his prey , aud her dark heanly fringed eyes glared like coals of fire . She seized the Colonel ' s hand , and imprinted a kiss upon it , another upon mine , and without a look at the father of her child , dived with a single leap over the gangway , She rose directly in the clear water , swam with powerful fetrokes to one of the most distant islands , and turning ; ooce more to wave her hand as the stood on the shore , strode on and wat lost in tbfrfflQtkt * f th « torw */'—toI * i . p . 91 ,
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S 58 Inklings of Adveniure .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1836, page 358, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2658/page/30/
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