Virginia free press & farmers' repository. [volume] (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1827-1832, 1830-04-21

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as lady in her looking CLASSIFY tina,
branch OF tree that is floating down.
Ha. yes. y-s!' cried Henry, the
long neck and blue back v-'iis he
~hoop! Sir Heron whoop Cry him
up. Maurice! cry him up!'
Sir Osborne juined his voice 10 the
Kings, and their united Efforts reached
the ears Of the long legged fowl they
we're IN search OF. he speedily spread
hts wings, stretched out his neck, and
rose heavily from the water. With a
whoop and cry the King slipped the
ijesscs OF his falcon, and flew him after
the heron, who. for a moment, not per.
ceiving the adversary that pursued him
took his flight over the fields, instead
OF raising high. On went the heron,
on went the falcon, and on went Hen
~ after them; till coming 10 little
muddy creek, which thereabor-s found
ITS way to the river, the King planted
his pole with his accustomed activity,
and threw himself forward for the lean.
Unfortunately, however, at the very
moment that his whole weight was
cast upon the pole. in the midst of the
spring. the wood snapped and in an in
slant Sir Osborne saw the King fall
nat on his face, and nearly disappear.
ed in the ooze and water with which
the creek was filled. Henry struggled
to Tree himself, but in vain, for the re :
nacity of the mud prevented his rails.
.ng his head, so that in another minute
he must inevitably have been drowned,
had not Sir Osborne plunged in to his
aid,and lifted his face above the water,
Illus giving him room to breathe. Short
a. had been the time, however, that
respiration had been impeded, the
Kings powers were nearly exhausted.
and even with the Knights assistance.
he could not raise himself from the po-
sItlon in which Ire had fallen.
Though an unsafe experiment FOR
both, considering the mud and slime
with which they were eniapgled, no.
thing remained for Sir O.borne, but 20
take the King in his arms, and endca
vor 10 carry him on the bank. and this
at length he accomplished, sometimes
Shipping aud sometimes Staggering,
with the uncertain nature Of the foot
ing and the heavy burden which he
carried, bat still supporting his best
strength. he continued TO keep himself
from falling, anil assuring himself of
the hrmness Of each step before he
took another.
With feeling Of incxprcssible glad
ness. he seated Henry on the bank,
and knceled beside him. expressed his
hopes that he had received DO injury.
No. said the King. family. 'no-
but Maurice, You have saved my life.
| Thank God. and thank you,'
a pause now ensued, and the Young
Knight endeayored. as well as circum,
stances would permit, to cleanse the
countenaDce and the hands of the mo-
narch from the effects of the fall.
While he was thus employed, the King
gradually recovered his strength and
breath, and from time 10 time he utter
ed word or two of thanks or direc.
tions. till at las; Bennett the attendant
was seen approaching with dog.
Stay, stay, Sir Osborne said the
monarch, here comes Bennett. We
will send him for fresh clothes.
Where Is the falcon: By NV faith I
owe you much. Aye, as much as my
,ile. Whistle for the falcon, 1 have
tot breath
Sir Osbornc uttered long faIconer's
whistle, and 10 a moment the bird no.
veTed above them, and perched upon
the hand the monarch extended for IL.
showing 10y its bloody beak aud claws
that IL had struck the prey. Nearly al
the same tune, came OPP Bennett, who,
as may be supposed, expressed NJ
small terror and surprise at behol,linc
the King ia such situation. and wa,
preparing to Gil the air with eiacuIa.
tons and lamentations, when Henr,
stopped him in the midst.
No Bennett. no. cried he, skecr
all that for when I am dead quite
Via man. twill be time enough then.
Thanks 20 Ser Osborne. ! am not dead
~ present. Here. take this bird,
have lost both hood and iesses in that
foul creek. lie to the manor. Ben.
net, aud fetch me large cloak with .
hood, aud another Tor Sir Osborne.
We will not return all dra9gled with
tho core, hs. MsvriceS Quick. Ben.
net! bot mind, man, not a word Of thi.
misadventure, ON your lIlsH
Al! your gra,e knoSs am dis.
erect replied the footmsn.
'Ay, a. discreet a. the babbIiDg echo
or jay. or q magpie,' cried Henry
bas get thee gone spd return by the
path we came, for zee follow slowly.
Lend ne your arm, Sir O.borne. We
will around BY Jon little bridge A
curse upon the leapiag pole. sAy - 81
my FAY, ] will have al the creeks "
Englaad stepped ] owe ny lile "a
you, bot hereafter we wsll speak ai