The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-04-30
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Il II F.
FARMERS DAUGHTER.
BY JAMES II. DANA.
'Whata a woodland beauty

The speakers were two Young men
whose dress and air betokened them TO
belong to the favored class of wealth, Il
not of fashion. They stood on the shores
of the forest lake, screened by the thick
trees from observation, and their accla-
nations were occaSioned by the appear
aace of female directing light Skff
which at that instant shot around point
ahead.
The beauty of this apparition warrant
! ed the enthusiasm, with which the two
young men spoke. A skin of dazzling
whitenes5, eyes of the fdirest blue. and
locks that were really brown in the shade
/ and golden in the sum united to form
OF exquisite symmetry, made her seem
indeed, second Ellen of the lake. She
was attired in white, with a single rose
! in her bosom. As she stood poising the
! light air, while her skif floated down to-
ward the spectators, each inwardly de-
clared that he had never seen ANYTHING so
/ lovely.
Suddenly a noble dog, which attended
one of the young men. perceived the skiff'
and its occupant; and breaking through
the underground, gained :he intermediate
/ shore of the lake, where he stood barking
; furiouslv The unexpected appearance,
so close IT hand, of, she scarcely knew
! what. startled the fair stranger. She
lost her balance, and in the effort to re-
gain it upset the skiff \ slight scream
as she beheld her danger, vain look at
the blue sky overhead, and then her white
form disappeared with splash beneath
| the deep waters.
! The two young men remained for
moment. paralyzed spectators of the Ca
tastrophe. Then taller Of the two, and
the one who had first spoke. rapidly part
ed the underbrush before him, and paus-
! ing on tho rocky shore to mark where the
white dress was sinking in the lake.
plunged headlong down. The New
! foundland dog, at the same moment, leap
ed into the lake, following his master.
Like an arrow shot from the sky,
/ through the profound depths of the waters
/ went the form Of the rescuer. In less
! than a minute the form of the drowning
girl was encircled by one arm of the
stranger, while with the other. assisted
/ his ascent to the surface of the lake.
Here his Newfoundland dog. with glad
bark. sprang to his assistance. The
| young man allowed the noble animal TO
seize the sleeve of the inanimate female,
and continuing to assist supporting her
she was now easily borne to the shore.
Here, laid gently on shelving rock;
where the sunbeam shone brightly, she
drew deep breath and opened her eyes.
| A deep blush suif'used her cheek OH re-
cognizing two young men, both strangers,
watching her anAiously She rose upon
one arm, looking inquirngly around.
! BE not alarmed, said her rescuer re-
! spectfully, you are safe-it was but
moments immersion--allowu US to con
! duct YOU home
Yes, replied the other, the hotel is
! but few PAGES off. across this belt of
woods, and, in a few moments, l will
have a carriage at the crossroads. il you
will meet me there And, without fur
ther words, he disappeared.
Left thus alone together, there was, as
we may suppose, something OF embarass-
ment between the maiden and her rescu
er. But after moments silence, the
gentleman, seemingly ashamed of his
rudeness opened a conversation, which
he conducted with grace and tact that
soon put his companion at ease; and
when accepting his arm, she walked to
the crossroads. she felt so much at home
T with him, that his fellow traveller, when
he brought the carriage, found her jest
ing on her half drowned appearance.
The distance the young man had to
drive was no. far. the home of the rescu-
ed maiden being large old fashioned
farmhouse, at the head OF the little lake
On parting with her new acquaintances
she blushingly invited them to call again
saying how glad her parents would be to
thank them; but, though she addressed
both, her looks were directed only to-
wards one.
We shall certainly do ourselve the
, honor of calling said her rescuer, but
meantime let us give you our rames
Ny friend is Henry Wharton, and am
Arthur Courtland both Bostonians, but
, now on a summer trip 10 the watering
place here, with party of friends. For
whom shall we ask whom we call2'
For Caiharine Butler. was the re-
sponse.
The gentlemen bowed, for the whole
farm-hou was now turning out, in dis
may at the plight of their young mistress;
and, with mutual smiles, the three part
ed.
: 'Qnite an adventure, | faith,' said
Wharton, as he drove rapidly away, yet