The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1857-01-15
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escape. Susie and Cora screamed with af
fright and | sprung forward to his assis
tancc, but i'll d moment he was on his feet
again, and ! have 10 doubt would willingly
have repeated the experiment could lie have
been assured of the same manifestation, from
the ladies.
But the shadows Of the mountain were
now rapidly lcng;hcninS and Tie declining
day reminded u> that we had still weary
distance to travel. We made our best bow
to Table Rock, hastily said our adieux, and
nj hour after were standing upon the piazza
Of the Mountain House. Michael and Now
cher, Jr We had not seen for the l;,st three
hours, but II little after sunset they appeared
trudging slowly along, he as fixed and i'm
mulabic rs the hills, and she with her hair
flying and her face drawn into a qucrulous
pucker, AS though she considered Table Rock
the vericst humbug, and the adventures of
the day complete failure. The rest of us
had forgotten everything of tho excursion
but its pleasures, and unanimously voted tho
day II delightful one.
The ardent gaze of the sun had tinced
with roster hue the checks of Susie and
Cora, and given rather a suspicious cooring
10 the prominent nose of Davis, while mine,
whatever might have been its complexion,
ttLt decidedly rel. Otherwise We escaped
without accident.
After supper Michael and his lesser half
soon retired while we gathered around the
table for a quiet game Of whist. But hard
! ly had we commenced PLAYING, when a tall.
razor-f,ced man drew up his chair and open
ed upon us a battery of small talk, which
soon etfectually silenced me and broke up
all interest in the game. He was one of
| those peculiar specimens of the genus homo,
Of which every village has its representative,
who possess the rare faculty of being fami-
liar with all the ladies, but intimate with
none; and though he would have You sup
pose he was the merriest, harpest fellow in
creation, knew, by his looks, that he had
been at least half dozen times in love. and
rs often rejected, and, wher alone, was a
! hopeless victim Of the " blues" But, on the
whole, he was really a good fellow, and
! freely forgive him for the offence he gave me,
! though at that time heartily wished him
astride the North Pole.
This was our last night at Table Rock,
and at an early hour the next morning we
were on our way to Greenvlle. Again that
antipuated hack led the way, but no longer
the ugly dctormity of four days ago. The
many pleasant associations connected with il
had invested it with a generous, home like
appearance, which, as strangers, we had fail
cd to detect. Davis, indeed, pronounced it
beautiful. and declared he meant to have one
Of precisely the same model. though no.
liccd all the time he was speaking his eyes
were dreamily bent on Cora, and not the car
nagc. Our return home was pleasant, and
much sooner accomplished than we wished
With many regrets we bade our fair flicnds
adieu, and even in parting with Michael and
Mowcher, Jr.. felt we were losing some rare
curiosilies. The study Of their little cccen
tricircS and whimsicalites afforded me mucl
genuine amusement, for which beg then
to accept my grateful Acknowledgements.
And now, with many apologies to the
reader, for having so long wearicd him, and
Il thousand pleasant rccoiIcctions of the in.
imitablc Davis, the amiablc Susie and the
fascinating Cora, we dismiss our humble
story.