Zenaida (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ... "Going to Saratoga, Newport, Cape, May, or the White Hills?" inquired a young friend, whom Bruce met. "To none of them," replied Bruce. "I would rather be in Bedlam. Anderson and I are going on an Exploring Expedition." "In what direction?" "It matters not," replied Bruce; "we are going to look for a cool place, though we will not venture to try the inhospitable regions of the frozen North." "Many of the fair ladies at the Springs will no doubt regret that the light of two luminaries, so brilliant as you and Paul, should be hidden under a bushel." "Can't help it," said Bruce. "This is the place for us, Paul " exclaimed Bruce, as they came to a secluded, quiet spot, after several days' travel. A high hill sloped gently down to a narrow, level plain, through which ran a broad stream, in which the overhanging trees dipped their long branches; a soft breeze stirred them with gentle motion, waving the pendulous boughs gracefully, as if inviting the strangers to repose beneath their shade; the grass was freshly green, and near the * edge, in the water, Bruce found some faint, sweet-scented water-lilies. The gnarled roots of several trees formed pleasant seats, and, where they extended out into the stream, the water flowed through them with a gurgling sound, which fell pleasantly upon the ear like the drowsy hum of bees. "We'll pitch our tent in this camp-ground for a few days," said Bruce. "This is the very place of all others for you, Paul. A true disciple of Izaak Walton, you can git here and indulge your passion for angling to satiety. If you have no use for the fish after you catch them, you can throw them back into the water. I will stroll around to see if I can find some bower, or cave canopied by the tasteful hand of Nature, ...