Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1859-10-29
The Maid of Rock Creek.

vi LUNA, WHICH struggled down through
F.! branches of the trees, revealed scene
of transcendant beauty. Upon an ancient
stump which had braved the tempcsts of
a hundred winters, sitting in an attitude of
! graceful rcposc, was an angelifcrous maid.
en- just bloomcd out into sunny womanhood
She was radiantly and pccrlessly beautiful.
Webster hides his inglorious head in the
dust in vain attempt to furnish words de,
| scriptive of her lovclness. Graceful as a
duck, wild as hawk, pcnsivc as a setting
hen, with her rich curls of tow w-colored gold
/ stcamlng down over her shoulders, like
some bright swamp-angcl she sat, while the
moonbeams rested like Il halo up, . her ell.
egant head. Sorrow, and the mullen stalks
whichwercaround her cast doeps hadows over
her unrivalcd countenancc, and the wind
as it kissed the magnificent check, bore to
her delighted olfactoricS the fragrant breath
of elder blooms Her knitting work lay
idle in her lap. Her eyes, which shamcd
the lightning bugs, were bedimmcd with
diamond tears.
She was listening with an air of sorrow.
full distraction to the passionate pleadings
of noble youth who knclt at her feet
/ Never yielded mother earth finer form
than that which pressed the dandclion
bank at Scraphina's feet. His features
were such as Nebuchhadnczznr or Appollo
might have cnvied. His dark, piercing
eyes were like the waters of his own Rock
Creek for depth and clcarncss, and were
brlliants in which the truth and vcracty
/ OF his god-liic soul were reflected. From
his brow of vast and pondcrous proportions,
the sympathizing brcczcs swept back long
/ hyacinthinc locks, whose line in the shade
was deep raven blackncss, but when the
| light fell upon it, it rescnbled a muddy
pool when the sunbcams strike it aslamt.
His hands were caspcd in an attitude
of despair. He spoke and his tones were
deep and mournful as a chant at The fuucr-
al of mortyrcd bullfrog at Rock Creek
dam. go, fairy Queen of heaven Pure
dove of the moonshiny sky Translucent
light of my benightcd soul Cherished
and beloved Of my hearts core How
canst thou doubt my love? Dost thou
doubt that the chicken loves the doughdish
Dost thou doubt that the cabbage loves the
genial rain? Then doubtmy love for thee!
Ah love is but feeble word to express
the passion that consumes my vitals. BE
mine, adorable one, else | die" "Run-
dolphus," she murmured, "it cannot be.
The mandate of my vengcful father and
the decree of fate must be obcycd" And
her voice was as melodious as the tinklc of
a fractured cowbcl far away down the
Scipio road, aad low and sad as the moan
of dying pollywog
"Talk not of obedience, thou beautiful
and cruel onc" he yelled, in a voice of
spcechlcss agony. ooh, canst thou sit in
thy cold majesty, like frozen sausage,
and sec mine aching heart going to smash
before thine eyes, for mistaken sense of
duty
"Scc,' said he, as his voice died away
to a sad wall, like the howl of broken
backed mastiff, and he dashed from the
mullen leaves near him drop Of pcarly
dew. "Sccl night herself wecps with
mc, and mourns thy cruelty !" The mai
den was appalled, at the sight of his an
guish. The crimson tide which dyed her
check like red holy-hock, cut stick and
left it whittier than cotton pillow case
She arose from her seat, dazzling in her
respIendcnt beauty as bright tin milk
pan when the midday beams of the glorious
sun arc poured full upon it, and captiva-
t,"S, :" h@" sh@d0wy grace as a y'"ll"w-lillv
floating upon the limpd waters of dry
goose pond, She spoke and the stars stood
still, the wind ceased to moan among the
leaves, and the frogs were silent to listen.
Rudolphus, beloved of my SOUL" she
said in voice swcctcr than the syrup Of
New Orleans, thou knowcst that / love
thee. My heart clings to thee as the bean
to its pole. Mine ears know no music
savc thy voice, and my lips no nectar but
thy kisses; without thee | famish-I die.
But the picket fence of duty surrounds me;
it is stock full of cruel spikes, and cannot
su"mount it. a last embrace, my heaven
ly one, and we part forevcrw
Bid me not dcpnt," he roared as he
clnspcd her to his breast. "I will never
leave thee. Forty-scven savage lccomo.
tiycs have not the power to tear us from
each others arms, | tell thee mine angel
love, the thought of leaving thee rends my
ecu! it maddcns me-. makea nc :::l
and rave like frcnzied Shanghai~-,itm makes
me hollow like a distracted bed bug-makcs
me feel bad ! In my desperation would
eat up the rocks |! would fog the earth
quake! [ would cat red-hot pokers ]
would drink up the ocean, and then cast
myself into the black and surgng pillows
which roll at my feet ~
Scraphina burst into food of tears
Their excessive emotion overcame them
and they both swooncd away.
Again It vas evening upon Rock Creek