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44 Don ' t allude to it , my dear chum / taid he , dropping his spoon , and rushing to the window to hide his agitation . It was quit * Clear . *• I could scarce restrain a smile . Psyche in the embrace of a respectable giraffe would be the first thought in any body ' s mind who should see them together . And yet why should he not woo her —and win her too ? He had saved her life in the extremest peril , at the most extreme hazard of his own ; he had a heart as high and
worthj ' , and as capable of an undying" worship of her as she would find in a wilderness of lovers ; he felt like a graceful man , and acted like a brave one , and was sans peur et sans reproche * and why should he not love like other men ? My dear Job ! 1 fear thou wilt go down to thy grave and but one woman in this wide world will have loved thee—thy mother ! Thou art the soul of a preux chevalier in the body of some worthy grave-digger , who is strutting about the world , perhaps , in thy rnore proper carcass . These angels are so o ' er-hasty in packing V —vol . i . p . 05 .
The last remark is one of those eccentricities of imaginative genius which we usually find in the finest minds , though the scarcity or frequency of the manifestation will vary with the individual . There is a story of an Indian girl so much in keeping with this , that we must extract it . It follows almost immediately
after it in the description of the passage down Lake Ontario in the steam-boat which was crowded with part of an Irish regiment returning to the " ould country , " wives , children and all , after their nine years' service in the three Canadian Stations .
. " I stepped forward , and was not a little surprised to see standing against the railing on the larboard bow , the motionless figure of an Indian girl of sixteen . Her dark eye was fixed on the line of the horizon we were leaving behind , her arms were folded on her bosom , and she seemed not even to breathe . A common shawl was wrapped carelessly around her , and another glance betrayed to me that she was in a situation soon to become a mother . Her feet were protected by a pair of once guudy but now shabby and torn mocoassins singularly small ; her hands were of a delicate thinness unusual to her race , and her hollow cheeks , and forehead marked with an expression of pain , told all I could have prophesied of the history of * white man ' s tender mercies . I approached very near quite uuperceived . A small burning spot was ju « t perceptible in the centre of her dark cheek , aud
as 1 looked at her stedfuatly , I could see a working of the muscles of her dusky brow , which betrayed , in one of a race so trained to stony onlmneaa , an unusual fever of feeling . 1 looked around for the place in which she must have slept . A mantle of wampum-work folded across u heap of confused baggage , partly occupied as a pillow by a brutal-looking and sleeping soldier , told at once the muin part of her Btory . I felt for her from my soul ! " ' You can hear the great waterfall no more , ' I said , touching her arm . < f « I hear it when I think of it / she replied , turning her eyes upoq
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966 Inklings qf Adventure *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1836, page 356, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2658/page/28/
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