Smyrna times., 1855-11-28
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The Bride of Horn Island,

peculiarly strange and romantic little
island, srys the ". o. Picayune, is that 'clept
Horn, situate in the Gulf Of Mexico. abont
twelve or fourteen miles from Pasca goula. On
the island. surrounded by the waters, old Harry
Waters lives and fourishes with his family
Harry, however, is not the hero of our tale so
mpcl as Harriet his daughter, is our heroine.
Harriet is a beauty without paint--one of
NATURES own unsophisticated children. Ofart.
scIeirce and philosophy, she knows no more
than did the ancient daughters of the Pasca-
gonlas, and to the rigid rules of fashion she is
even less slave than they were. % Roaming
around the island, and sw INNING and fishing in
the blue waters of the Gulf, were her constant
pastimes;. and if :" beauty uhadorned" " be in
deed most adorned, her adoraments were GER
tainiy of a perfect order. Her hair innocent
of comb, spread over her sun-browned should
ers like mantle, and no other garment did
she wear save one loose robe of unbleached
cotton. With the gaudy streamers Of artistic
vunity, and
"----Cumbrous silk, that, with its. rustling
soand, ""f e aN@f -.
Makes pro ID the flesh that bears it, .. 9,a.F'
she was wholly unacquainted. They were to
her ike the stars, things of beauty, far, far be-
yOnd her island world, and she could not COM
Prellend them. She had seen the stars, afar
of though they were, but earth's glittering
gew-gaws she had never seen; and, if any,
thing, she knew more of the stars than of the
gew-gaws, for she watched them alone at night,
as along the islands marge she strayed, listen
ing to the seas eeaseless melody. Not wilder
than she was the untamed steed of the Arabian
deserts, and not freer from guile was the rose
OF Sharon. A strange, wild girl was Harriet
The island of, Horn is but seldom visited by
those vino live on the main land, and Harriet
of course, had seen but little of life, five ex-
cept the life of her fathers herds, life in her
fathers beat, and life piscatorial. In skif
she was the perfect Grace Darling, and in the
water mermaid. & '
Old Harry, the father, is a rough, strange,
whiakey-loying weight; her mother, a stout,
straight, careless woman; and little Harry,
her brother, but plaything, Such, at least,
was the ease two years ago, when Harriet un-
expsctedly became BRIDE. ~r,,.sal
eItso happened that a jolly old wag belong-
iag 10 the city, with plethoric purse and an
ample corporation, while cruising at midsum-
Iner for the benefit of his health and the enjoy
m.at of fresh iish and oysters, turned his Prov
Horn Island ward. sd lie had with him, in the
capacity of cook, sailor, and servant generally,
"broth of boy" with Almost persuasive
brosnc; and a. he stayed on the Island several
days, his Patrick and old Harry's Harriet be-
came quite partial to each other. New. as our
friend. the wag, bad plenty Of 'whiskey, This
for him served as an open sesanet to the ancient
Harfy's good graces, and the time passed plea
s,ntly enough, being rendered golden by ten
der and spiritual sympAthiest Each day The
wag would get up foot-race, he entered Pat
rick, and old Harry entered Harriet, and such
fan was never seen as turned up between the
be,usrs anl the racers. Theserac were of
somewhat amphibons- character, beng one