Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-07-13
tcorr..DoudeDce Of The Patriot, ~
BEAVER DAM, July 0, 1858.

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4 r3EAvER Dam, July 0, 1858.
i Ny DEAR SMITH How il, Rue Deadericka
/ Don't you rue Deaderickf How far are you
1 cooked? Are youi done Jroscnf Do you
/ think of :. travels" Or of taking " another
rooms'' believe you are. the coolest and
most unenvious man alive, but it would be
cruelty to tell you OF the delicious surround
| ings OF Beaver Dam. For kindness I'm mum
concerning the great forest barbors of this
deli-wbere The Dru' dis and Niiads frolicked
thousand years ago. Ill not lead you to
| the gushing spout and give you cup hnpossi-
| bic TO fll-no point you to the crystal fount
| at the foot OF the Ash tree, and bid you drink
NOT lead you to the bath and say, plunge or
| lie down at lengths with you in the swift go
| ing stream, and receive the cool gush straight
| from the broken bill side. But come away to
| the hills with me- How the elastic hoof clat-
tiers under us! The steeds champ the bits,
| curve the necks and snort after the hounds.
We cross the fern-fringed rivulet, the driver"
calls back Dido, and Roebuck, and Sweetlips,
and thence, swift as the horse, we mount the
hill and gallop along the ridge. b. reins in
and takes his stand. overlooking the valley.
The rain-beaten sands fly in plugs from the
borses' heels-another halt, and DIR. X. places
NJ. where the deep vale juts against the road.
DR.. X. and L. pass on. Another ravine comes
down + ON the left, and the b II swells and
widens between the two. / will walk down
to the knoll that parts them. Adown the
waterway extends bush-covered terrace on
either hand. And now we hear the distant
melody of the drivers horn. He beats the
bush thoroughly, and winds slowly up the
hollow. Before ten minutes Roebuck bowls
"cold trail and the shrill cry of Dido,
floats family on the valley breeze-then silence
then a spasmodic cry-then Sweetlips alone
in full round notes, fills the air with the
music of her clear throat-then all three join
in wild and rapturous yell. The spell of
another time comes over me, and my pulse,
which beat 240 unremittingly for three days
after killed my first noble "three-spiked
buck" when was bnt eleven years old, beat
the same again. 1t seemed to me that the
whole woods were full of ru ming deer, they
were so necessarily fitting before my excited
imagination. But few minutes elapsed, and
beautiful doe about year old, bounded
leisurely and gracefully up the dell. She
came within forty yards of me, and stopped
at my" bleat." Turning her head full upon
her track, she pricked her ears for the cry of
the dogs, all was silence, and she stood for a
minute, perhaps. Der sleek brown sides and
downy white TANKS swelled and shrank, as the
bosom of coy maiden under the wand of
Love. Her large hazel eye sparkled with all
the mysterious brilliance of the Kai-o-noor.
think nothing was ever so beautiful, charm
insly graceful. They do not look so in the
Parks-in pictures-nOwhere but in the green
woods, when overlooking with life and ANNA
ton, and pursued in the distance. When first
saw the Greek Slave" it was in cool and
quiet room in August and l gazed upon ii
for two hours. The emotions it produced |
shall never forget nor attempt to describe.
felt very much the same as / contemplated
this innocent little animal sylph. L thought
it would be the worst species of barbarism to
disfgure in any degree the Greek Slave, and
my heart revolted at the sight of the marble
of the statue, soiled by the vulgar finger
touches of listless spectators. And so l really
fancied, for an instant, that it would be little
less than a sin to shoot down the tiny fiwn
that trembled in my presence. And, indeed, /
acted on the impulse. l took the gun from
my shoulder, and as the hounds again sent up
the cry, she bounded away-and 1 drew and
fred at random. They ran on, aud my little
doe :" still lives and may she live as long
as she retains her heavenly beauty and grace
If she had been buck, or even larger and
heavier doe, / should have furnished this long
ing crowd saddle of venison for dinner to-
morrow. Ny companions rated me roundly as
a bad shot, and denounced against me the
penalty OF treat for the party. On our re-
turn l expiated the sentence feeling infinitely
better satisfied in breaking the neck of wine
bottle, than the neck of the deer. There are
but few who will participate with me in the
sentimentality.
Several of the denizens of Nashville are
here, and more are expected. AS L write, L
look across the square " upon the brilliant
thrOng of the ball-room-and feel in my blood
that we are having high time generally.
NJ.