Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1857-06-06

er in spring. And with all tins to gladden.
her heart, came forth Betty-not with
songs like the binds, but with head brim-
full of newly fledged ideas, and hands filled
with pen, ink and paper all ready TO trans.
NIT you few of the glad thoughts that
pervadcd her mind, for she, like all the rest
was cheated into the opinion that spring
had indeed come. But, alas how uncer-
tain are human events, for scarcely had she
laid her writing implements on her table,
when Boreas, as ii in great anger at this
early appearance of the fowery queen, sent
forth his wind god, who by the way ofgiv-
ing her modest hint of her impudencc,
bore upon his strong wings the furious
Withstand o ! what sad change. Spring
instantly withdrew her lovely face, and re,
treated to her abode of eternal flowers, if
you know where that place is Mr. Editor
and poor earth, WAS again left to the mercy
of Boreas, who seemed to have been at this
time, stationed right on the very tip end of
the North Pole, as he sent forth his icy
messenger TO ornament her again, with ici
cles, and white mantles. And very soon, the
little brooks and rionlets, which so short a
time since, had been ripping and laughing
along, as if in symphony with the songs of
the binds, were gemmhd with thousands Of
icy diamonds. The winds whisled keenly
as they swept over the fields and forests,
and the majestic pine and sturdy oak, bow
ed their mournful greeting, as they went
bowling and sighing through their ancient
tops What become of them2 All that
we cannot tell, but one thing was certain,
their songs were hushed, and SO was the
song of the farmer, who, no longer was able
TO pucker his mouth into whistle, or guide
his plough for the cold went shivering
home, where, if he did not meet with
warm reception, might at least, find re-
treat from the freezing blasts. No kind
sounds now greeted the ear, nothing was
to be heard but the roaring of the furious
winds, and, at their intervals the solemn
hootngs of the owl that had now set ont
in vain search for hidden prey.
And Bettie-what became of her Did
she write out the remainder of her commu-
nication or notl No, she did uot--how
could She Let me tell you little more
about her, aud then your inquiries will
cease, if you are a reasonable person, and |
know you are. AS tried to tell you be-
fore, Bottle was deceived into the belief
that spring was in her midst, and she came
'O'N'' ''''A wv SlIo1dnb Hitlu
into her writing apartment all equipped
for writing; when suddenly she was awak-
ened from this happy situation of things by
a tremendous gush of wind, which threat
ened to carry oil the house-top at least, il
not the house itself She ran to a window
and inadvertently hoisted sash, and the
wind which seemed to have been waiting
for the opportunity, rushed in upon her,
and, as if in retaliation that she too, should
be rejoicing at the appearance of spring,
and by way of letting her know that pre-.
mature rejoicing was not altogether right,
especially at this time, blew away all her
planned ideas, and left her head as blank
as lottery ticket. Yes, Mr.. Editor, Boreas
the old rogue has cheated your readers out
of some of the very best ideas that were
ever concocted in Beitie's brain; but. like
all other oblvious things, they will never
appear to be condemned by those who
might criticize them, or to be praised by
those who might admire them.
4 Bette looked the blankness che felt, as
she "stood in her room, the plaything of
the winds, robbed of all those ideas which
had cost her full many an hours reflection.
And with clouded face, and shivering
person, she left the fatal room and retreat
ed to her winter quarters, a wreck of dis
appointment. Bnt amidst all her troubles,
and in spite of the cold weather and beat
ing winds, the "Keo,oee Courier" found its
way to Bette, and, like Il faithful messen-
ger, delivered all the intelligence that was
committed 10 it. Tie "Coarier', is great
favorite of Beuie's---aud why2 Because
it brings her news from hernatiye District;
+ dear, sweet, romantic Piokens Will she
ever again tread your loved soil, and view
with delighted pride your majestic noun
tains, murmuring streams, noisy cascades
and fertile green valleys, as she weaves a
web of the past and present, by which to
conjecture what will be your future. But
to return to that old subject-the weather,
which was no doubt o very common topic
of conversation with our father Adam, and
mother Eve, and will be one, as long as any
Of their children remain on terra firma.--
March came in as dreafy as ever March
did, and vent out ditto. April, however,
glided in like spoiled beauty, all sunshine
and smiiea for a few days, and shook from
its beautiful ring!ets The icy decorations
that March had been pleased to beautify
them with, and the earth was once more
made 10 rejoice beneath the warming infiu>
enee Of the sums rags. But Bette and the
birds having been thnught by sad expert
enoe that 1t was not best to be too sure that
winter had indeed passed away and given
place TO rosy spring. kept close in their
winter quarters and well they might, fol
l scarcely had the green buds appeared, and
tho farmer returned TO his plow. when
hoavv frost NOT vet saliAhad with the r,ia