Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-12-31

Brown. Old Barney will find his way
across the ridge fer me, as soon a. l turn
him into the track, by the sense he has IL
his toe-nails, if it is as dark as Egypt
There il good FIRE in my office you car
find plank in the floor soft enough fol
you to sleep on, and you may eat my
breakfast for me in the morning, and SCI
home at your leisure by daylight"
In ten minutes 1 WAS mounted, and
Barney and l were swinging down the
valley road, with such confidence and
s.acrity as nothing animal or human can
feel, in the deep darkness of s.arless
uigk., except country physician and his
horse. But, l must not indulge in the
rehearsal Of a night ride along the noun
tain foot, the frequent fording OF tie
valley stream, and the thick palpable
hackness Of the ridge before me-. Wha.
Of is? My faithful horse had the strength
Ct steam engiae, and the elastic action
ofa leopard. "a We Understood each
other perfectly /; and, while I adjusted
myself in the saddle, and he took his Grst
long breath to ease the girtbs and prepare
for AIS frst playful spring, I could feel
that tis heart swelled to welcome the
sympathetic pressure of my knees. And
when, in the silence and vas.ness of .he
night, danced in tie stirraps for very
JOY, the little difficulties and shaiowy
dangers Of the pathway served only .o
frame in The dream, and defneit into fact,
aud give its enjoyment frmer reality and
finer edgedress. Why, bless your cautious
i,dolence, was but twenty-five, and had
not los. single patient in six months
full practices Twas in love with nature
and all the world Just then for 1 had
coavaicsced from my lsst attack, with the
trouble all gone, and the tenderness all
left, sweet and fresh anu was just hoy
ering on the verge Of another and deeper
la,non, without exactly knowing or fear
ilg it. So, hurrah for the night, the
mountains, and the sky of heaven that
ttu,n now in the vibrations of these
STOPPING clouds!
Ho, Barney! step little gingerly !;
my hat is down, but it wasn't your fault,
my fine fellow; and that blow of the
bough in my teeth closes my talk And
so, settling into the proprieties of the
occasion, ride little more warily, and
soon reach the rivulet, find hitcbing place
for my horse, near the stiie, and the cabin
door is reached with spring or two, by
the light flashing from all its windows,
and showing the agitation of its inmates. |
Ay, fever it is, and . ferocious one. Ii
'has set N WITH s6c6 serm q general
disturbance, that my best Judgment can
not predict the result. l see it al, all
but the issue. { A long desperate struggle
weeks Of battle between this vigorous
hfc-forcsi.nd the avengcr of the much
wronged organism. El;sabsth the very
glory Of thy beauty is upon thee now.
Smittsu, as the swooping mountain wind
dashes down upon a sleeping valley lake,
arousing its pillows into answering mad
ness and, with the terror of the Storm,
too, this liberated life has come for there
is dssolation in the wake Of all its grand
commotion ! Dreary, dismal, chill, and
hopeless, the winter that msy follow; and
the flowers Of the coming spring-how sad,
i'll their fresh gaiety, will they bloom to
me, if they shed their sweetness On thy
grave!
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