The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1899-05-10
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; THE BOAT RIDE. S
[ Written for the News. ]

1t was early in the morning Of a
| lovely day in June ere the sun had
mounted the heavens high enough to
shed his burning rays with much power
down upon humanity, forbidding them
to venture very far under his penetration
If they wished to keep comfortable.
Garlands of roses and sweet scented
honeysuckes were blooming in rich pro-
fusion around the old home, the yard
wore a carpet of rich green grass and the
birds were singing very sweetly on the
plum and pear trees near by; whilst,
flowing "soitly as the angels whisper"
came the breeze through all the rooms
filling them with delicious fragrance
but somehow all this failed to satisfy the
strain of romance that was occupying
the hearts of our heroines this beautiful
Sabbath morning.
AS usual the Sunday devotions had
been performed and the old folks were
quietly and leisurely perusing the news
papers and watching the little chickens
sporting and chattering on the green
grass by the open doorway.
Stealing out unawares to all but the
faithful dog, Bruno, who was ever on the
alert that something might go on and he
would not be present, they came, two
girls, Marguerite and Maggie, and you
could judge by their faces that thew
were ION pleasure bent" Their attire
was OF the simple rural folks, torn calico
dresses, shabby shoes, Marguerite wear
ing a sunbonnet, whilst Maggie had
donned her uncle's hat. Tho Sunday,
they were not yet ready to give up their
humble and comfortable costumes for
more elegant and stifeniDg apparel, for
they meant to have an hours real pleas.
ure that morning.
Down through the shady orchard
along the little foot path, over the fence,
across grassy lot they went until they
came to a winding stream that flowed
through a stately forest. Oh how cool
and shady it looked down there, and
how pleasantly sounded the murmuring
water, flowing over stones and pebbles
as it came out from the big spring and
emptied into the creek. Yes, there it
was tied to a sycamore tree, the sought
for object, an old rustic boat with its oar
lying idle within.
These girls had always lived near the
creek, but some how they had never
tried to row boat; but they were out
for adventure this morning and entered
the small vessel without any fear. They
brayeiy pushed off from the shore and
thought it would be no difficult task to
take a pleasant sail down the placid
stream. Taking up the oars they began
the motion, but instead OF moving on,
the boat stood perfectly still 30 awkard
were their rowing. This caused them to
glance at each other with a look as
much as to say, "Who knows the least
about this business, you or ?"
Laughing gaylv they renewed their
efforts, "bravely bending to the oar"
when suddenly they heard a splash
Looking back they saw to their dismay,
Bruno plunging towards them crying
piteously (for he was then not used to
swimming), making for the boat.
All their cries Of 60 back go back !
was OF no avail, for he began pulling the
boat over with his fore feet trying to get
in, until he had it nearly half full OF
water.
Oh My we're they to be lost right
there in sight of home and no one
dreaming OF their danger
II waa not lone Int IL seemed An age