Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 686 pages of information about Guy Rivers.

Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 686 pages of information about Guy Rivers.
to this portion of his dress.  A huge cloak strapped over the saddle, completes our portrait, which, at the time of which we write, was that of most travellers along our southern frontiers.  We must not omit to state that a cap of fur, rather than a fashionable beaver, was also the ordinary covering of the head—­that of our traveller was of a finely-dressed fur, very far superior to the common fox skin cap worn by the plain backwoodsmen.  It declared, somewhat for the superior social condition of the wearer, even if his general air and carriage did not sufficiently do so.

Our new acquaintance had, by this time, emerged into one of those regions of brown, broken, heathery waste, thinly mottled with tree and shrub, which seem usually to distinguish the first steppes on the approach to our mountain country.  Though undulating, and rising occasionally into hill and crag, the tract was yet sufficiently monotonous; rather saddened than relieved by the gentle sunset, which seemed to gild in mockery the skeleton woods and forests, just recovering from the keen biting blasts of a severe and protracted winter.

Our traveller, naturally of a dreamy and musing spirit, here fell unconsciously into a narrow footpath, an old Indian trace, and without pause or observation, followed it as if quite indifferent whither it led.  He was evidently absorbed in that occupation—­a very unusual one with youth on horseback—­that “chewing of the cud of sweet and bitter thought”—­which testifies for premature troubles and still gnawing anxieties of soul.  His thoughts were seemingly in full unison with the almost grave-like stillness and solemn hush of everything around him.  His spirit appeared to yield itself up entirely to the mournful barrenness and uninviting associations, from which all but himself, birds and beasts, and the very insects, seemed utterly to have departed.  The faint hum of a single wood-chuck, which, from its confused motions, appeared to have wandered into an unknown territory, and by its uneasy action and frequent chirping, seemed to indicate a perfect knowledge of the fact, was the only object which at intervals broke through the spell of silence which hung so heavily upon the sense.  The air of our traveller was that of one who appeared unable, however desirous he might be, to avoid the train of sad thought which such a scene was so eminently calculated to inspire; and, of consequence, who seemed disposed, for this object, to call up some of those internal resources of one’s own mind and memory, which so mysteriously bear us away from the present, whatever its powers, its pains, or its pleasures, and to carry us into a territory of the heart’s own selection.  But, whether the past in his case, were more to be dreaded than the present; or whether it was that there was something in the immediate prospect which appealed to sterile hopes, and provoking memories, it is very certain that our young companion exhibited a most singular indifference

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