Nebraska advertiser., 1868-03-05
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One fine morning in August l arose at
early dawn, and had Just finished dressing
myself, when an old black woman put
her head into my room, exclaiming: CIV.
IS you dressed, massa z" and seeing that
1 was, she went on: 81 bring de coffee
and cigars; how de dis manning. nassau
Come in, judy" l answered; I'm
all right. But what is the matter? You
don't look WELL Il is raider poorly, tank
Cod" she replied. Judy did not leave
the room, as usual, when | had taken my
coffee (; so, knowing that she had got some
thing on her mind, Of which she wished
10 disburden herself, Isaid well Judy,
what is it?"
by!"
Look at the barometer? Whatfor,
Judy 2"
Il link we Is goin' to hab hurricane"
"A-hurricane! Why, there was never a
finer morning came OUT Of the heavens"
"Dat for true massa ; but we is goin' 10
hab hurricane for all dat. Massa no 90 to
Paradise dish day"
mot 60 to paradise? Why moi Judv?'
PARADISE nice place IN fiue wedder !;
but him too much near de mountains for
safe In hurricane"
"Nell, III look at the glass as soon
ns l have finished my coffee; but as to
not going to Paradise, that's out of the
question"
The old womn left me, and, finishing
my coffee, l stepped out to examine the
barometer. Il stood al 800, aud, as I
have said, the morning was a splendid
one /; so, knowing that there was a young
lady al Paradise who was expecting me.
1 laughed at old Judy's fears, ard deter
mined to start.
AT this moment my friend came bust
ling out of his room. "How's the glass.
Tom Judy says we are going TO have
a storm and she's always right"
Nonsense l replied. "The glass is
as firm as a rock and as 10 Judy's feel.
lngs, that's all nonsense"
"Ah! but tell you il is no such thing.
I've been ii four hurricanes, and Judy
has foretold every one of them. We may
not get II to-day bat she's better than
any weather glass; so if you take nav ad.
vice, you will defer your trip TO the Cor.
dons
''Stufn' 1 replied. 81 gave my word.
and go l shall! l don't want 10 drag YOU
out, if you're afraid, but you must not
Ihink to brighten me-"
"Ah. my dear bOy!n' answered my
friend,
"When you have one taste of a West
India, hurricane you will not want a
second (; besides, there is not a worse
place in the island lhon that same Para
disc of GOrdou's. The wind gets between
those two mountains, and RACES up the
valley like mad.''
Il was duly impressed with my friends
advice, and 10th TO leave him, for | per-
ceIved that be was really in earnest ;
but, truth 10 say, there was a certain
Mary Gordon al Paradise (the name of
her fathers %plantation,) for whom
as sailors say, l had a sneaking kindness,
and nothing short of the absolute pres
ence of a tornado would have stopped me.
Besides, was in full health and spirits
and II was not likely that /. who had
been knocking about in all parts of the
world, could ~symPathize with the feelings
OF ancient black woman, or with those of
the cllmate.wOrn and sensitive old plan.
Ter with whom l was staying. Mount.
Inglmy horse, therefore, with a black
roy for a guide, l started on my Journey.
Irode on a brisk pace, for there is
something in the early breeze of a trop.
ical morning which is peculiarly refresh.
ing, and diffuses a buoyant elasticity into
your frame, which is only 10 be restrained
by active exercise. Ia addition 10 this,
the scenery through which / was travel
ling was Of the most enchanting descrip-
lion while /, with a light heart. was
speeding on TO seek a creole houri in a
tropical Paradise" / had forgotten
my guide, and had ridden so far that /
felt certain ] had lefI him far behind. /