Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-01-03
CHAPTER II.

The day had passed merriy among the pleasant
party assembled at the bluff There were cool
shady walks under the venerable and majestic oak:
that slirted the river and covered with their icon
tiguity Of shade," the two Or three acres of land
smooth and clean as well kept lawn, thatlay next
the bluff. Under and among these strayed groups
sometimes breaking upon into confidential couples
and what secrets the old oaks may have heard as
these detached couples seated themselves upon
their gnared roots, and spoke in utterances so low
and soft is more than we can divine. Here some
fair one sits with head uncovered, and nervously
twirng her bonnet by the strings, her head slight
y averted and glances turned toward the ground
WHILE with impassioned manner, but in subdued
accents, her male companion gives utterance tc
thoughts at which we can only guess Even at q
distance, we can fantysee the red blush mantle on
her cheek. Ifyou ask on what part ofthe field the
most earnest work is going on, we would point you
here. Be sure my gentle reader, there is no light
talk or idle jesting there 1t is all earnest, down
right serious sober work, that these young persons
are doing Yonder stands beau, with feet cross
ed, leaning negligenty against that huge oak, al,
ready decaying, from which so many punches Of
mistlctoe have taken root See he points up with
his finger to the tawny-geen parasites, and his
smile and the slight motion of his head, suggests a
kiss. Although it is August, he is thinking and
perhaps telling, of an English Christmas and the
yule log and the penalty exacted from the fair one
surprised under the mistletoe branch, that swings
in the Hall. She laughs menily, with tone like
the chimes of silver bell, and looks him modesty,
butfairly andsquarely in the face Think you, gen.
tie reader there is any earnest or serious work here
There will be no crushing of egg shells for them,
this bout 1t is only Irritation, hollow, insipid and
stale-cven to themselves.
I On every side we see cheerful or joyous groups
for it is the wild-woods where they have met and
Nature, not Ceremony, rules the festival.
But, see! Yonder at the foot of the bluff, CLEANS
the dim river, swollen by the August rains. 1t is
no longera stream of one or two hundred yards, IL
cross which bold swimmer might safely dash in
sport, but its waters cover breadth Of five miles
from hill to hill. Beyond the ordinary bed of the
river strctchcsa dense swamp for miles, and where
but a few days ago, the doe led her wild fawns tc
feed, Il seventy-four ship might now float. With
what resstless mpetuosty the fierce current of the
stream sweeps on tossing on its breast, though il
were but feather, the huge monarch of the fores
that the freshet has uprooted Near the margin O
the water stands four or five young beings more Sc
date than the other fair ones to whom We have al
ready adverted A canoe floats at their feet, it
progressing uponthe bank. Weary with standing
one of them steps lightly into the canoe and seat
!, herself quietly and comfortably in the stern 1t il
50 pleasant to herto feel the conoe rising and falling
on the yielding element
, What glorious young creature she is, with he1
soft, tender, melting blue eyes; her fair face, OF