Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-09-22
AN INKLING OF AN ADVENTURES.

AN lNkLlNG OF AN ADVENTURE
l sat tossing pebbles into Lake George,
on a fine summer morning in June-twen-
ty odd years ago-say about the intro
duction of the black cravst and the be-
ginning of the reign of king William
The ripples Just feathered with the wind
and no more, A swan with his wings
spread would have rounded the point of
Isle Diamond in half an hour-a standard
mile. 1t was in other respects as lovely
morning as the clark at heavens gate"
ever heralded
"What a fairy boat!" She shot sud
denly out from small cove above me-a
white, slender eriel thing, with deep
green band through her waist, her sails
SNOWY and all set, and a pink streamer
from either mast running away in long
curves from the wind, and Haunting most
gracefully. At her helm sat lady and
as caught glimpse of dark eye un-
der her bonnet, she leaned forward just
SO far as to show an exquisite figure in
relief, and putting down the tiller, ran
right for the point where l was sitting. A
minute more, and the sharp bow grated
on the pebbles, and the shadow of the
little topmast passed over my feet. l
rose and looked round for the object of
their visit l was on the bank alone-no
one within sight-what could they mean
by running down upon me SO pointedly.
Before had time to wonder twice,
Young man, Of sixteen apparently, who
hadbecn hid from view by the main SAIL
leaned ashore and raised his hat with
very courteous good morning"
You seem to be alone, sir will you
honor us with your company up the lakc?''
Certainly, sir-with all my heart
hut t-but'-and as | hesita ed, looked
inouisitivcly at an elderly gentleman who
had risen from the windward seat in the
ttc.n, and stood looking at us with a
emile.
Nv sons invitation is rather abrupt,
SIR" said he, bowing in answer to my
look, "but beg you will accept it not
withstandinr. We are losing the morn
inr breeze will you step on board 20
a single leap and my foot was on the
taffra'.
from tho tillcr, and motioning me back
with her hand her voice was enough to
set YOU dreaming the rest of your llte)-
cone conditiou-as | ran the shalloH
down for you without permission OF these
two gentlemen, (who by the way have
the honor 10 stand for my father and bro
thcr, [ claim the right to make it, Do
YOU agree ?"
She nodded to us all-and bowed my
assent.
awe are bound to some one of those
beautiful islands-so far up as the wind
will take us-to idle away the day. You,
sir. addressing me) are to have the hon
or OF nv society and special protection as
commander of the boat, till l set you on
this bank again at sunset-promising,
however, before these gentlemen, that you
will ask no personal questions whatever
durin.t the voyage, aud make no inquiries
of our name and whereabout after you
have left us. This sacrifice Of curiosity |
consider necessary to my maidenly deli
cacy-otherwisc compromised perhaps by
this whimsical assault upon stranger
had been left at the hotel that morn
ing by large party who' after coming
down the lake in the steamboat-thirty
miles through the rain, and all the time
passed in tho cabin-were content to rise
at daylight and take coach for the Springs
without wSiviug even an hour or two TO
sec the most beautiful sheet OF water In
the world by sunshine, had been hur-
-ricd from Niagara, and dragged past the
Thousand Isles, and deprived of all but q
mere glimpse of Montmorenci--but to
Leave Lake George in such a hurry
without touching one of its green islands,
or looking once into its strangely tronspa-
rent depths by clear sky-it was the
drop too much! was missing when the
coach drove up, and they went without
me. There was no other visitor at the
lonely hotel, and when the wheels were
,out Of hearing, felt for the first time in
"a month, the luxury of solitude.
The sails filled and away we shot from
the shore, the beautiful shallop stealing
through the water as if like the Witch OF
Atlas, some fairy influence
a.- "had lit
living spirit within all its frame,
Breathing tho soul of swiftncss intoit."
I sat between the fair skipper and her ia,
ther, in a dream of bewilderment, Thcir
manner put me perfectly at ease, and the
conversation went ON as swimmingly a
the keel, every topic heightened and fresh
ened inexpressibly by the mystery OF th'
acquaintance. There was no danger OF
betrayal even of name, for they callec
each other by the familiar aPPellation
and " Constance" and +" Arthur" anc
''" Papa" soon became as used to my ear:
las if had known them intimately from
my boyhood.
To- L think i am "in'' for a description.
don't very well see how l can let you of
without it, If were to report the gay