The Nevada journal. [volume] (Nevada City, Calif.) 1851-18??, 1857-10-09
The Maid of Rock Creek.
OR, soPHRoNIA AND RUDoLPHUs.

pedlhs Oh Luna winch stfaSSled down
through the branches OF the trees, re-
Vealed a scene OF transcendental beauty
upon an ancient stump winch had brav-
ed the tempeSts OF an hundred winters,
sitting IN an attitude OF graceful repose,
was an anGelil1enous maiden just bloom
ed out INTO sunny Womanhood. Web
ster hides his mglorlous head IN the dust
IN the VAN attempt to furnish words de-
seriptlVe OF her loneliness. Graceful as
duck, "lld as hawk penslye as
Set'ihS men, with her nch curls OF tow
colored Sold streaming over her Shout
deFS TO the ground like some bright
swamp angel she sat while the moon
oeanis res.eo IKE halo upon her ele-
S"ns heao. 0oTFo" ana l..1 me mullen
stalks "l'sef's ssfs''Esssass ground 'her' ease
ueep SHADOWS over her unIivaled coun,
tehahce' ana the nlght wlhd as 1t Kissed
ner maGnlnceh' cheek' bore TO her de-
il9hted ollactorles the fragrant breath
OF elder blows. Her knitting work lay
iu'e Ill n Il! zap LIer eyes, "hicil shalh,
Gu the h6htllnS Bugs, were oeaoozied
VIII! .li diamond Tears one was listening
WIN " an ar OF sorroWiuI destruction to
the passionate pieadlngs OF a noble
youtn VINO kneit at her feet. Never
moonlight tell on more glorious intel
lectlole countenance than that uptuln-
ca to the maIden's enamored gaze
Never yielded mother earth to finer
FORM than that which pressed the dan
demon bank at Seraphma's feet. His
1eet were such as Nebuchdnezzer or
Apollo might have envled. His dark,
piercing eyes were like the waters of his
own Rock creek for depth.and clearness,
and were brilliant mirrors in which the
truth and Voraclty OF his god-like soul
were reflected. From his brow of vast
ana PonderouS proportions the sympa-
thlslnS breeze swept back long, hya-
clnthlne locks, whose hue in the shade
was deep raven blackness, but when
the Light tell upon 1t, 1t resembled a mud
dy pool when the sunbeams strike it
aslant-
HIS hands were clasped IN an attitude
of despair. He spoke, and his tones
were deep, and mournful as the chant at
the funeral of martyred bull-frog, at
Rock creek dam. 80, fairy-queen of
heaven ! Pure dove Of the mooushiny
sky Translucent light Of my beuight
ed eyes! Cherished and beloved Of my
hearts core How canst thou doubt
my love Dost thou doubt that the
cabbage loves the genial rain Dost
thou doubt that the chicken loves the
dou@h-dIsh Then doubt my love for
thee. All love IS but feeble word to
express the passion that consumes my
yitals. BE NINE, adorable one, else l
de-
"kudoiphus, she murmured, it can
not be. The mandate of my vengetul
father, and the decree of fate must be
obeyed. And her face was melodious
as the tinkle of fractured COW bell far
away down the road, and low and sad
as the last moan Of dying pollywog.
Talk not OF obedience, thou beautl-
full bu' cruel one" he yelled IN voice
Of specifies agony. 80, canst thou sit
iii thy cold majesty like frozen sau-
sage, and see my aching heart going to
smash before thine eyes for mistaken
sense Of duty "See," SAID he, as the
voice died away to sad wall like the
howl Of broken-backed mastitf, and he
dashed from the mullen leaves near him
drop of pearl y dew. "See ! night
herself weeps with me, and mourns thy
cruelty"
The maiden was appalled, at the sight
of his anguish. The crimson tide which
dyed her cheek like red holly hook,
cut stick and left 1t winter than cotton
pillow case. She rose from her seat,
dazzling in her resplendent beauty as
bright tin milk pan when the midday
beams of the glorious sun are poured
fully upon it, and captivating in her
shadowy grace as yellow lilly floating
upon the limpid waters of dry goose
pond. She spoke, and the stars Of night
stood still, the wind ceased to moan
among the leaves, aud the frogs were
silent to listen.
''Rudolphus, beloved OF my SOUL she
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