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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886

"Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier"


"I don't know, sir--I don't know that it is her's--I think I have seen
it though--yes, yes, long, long ago--somewhere!"
And the young hunter's head droops, thoughtfully--his dreamy eyes seem
to wander over other years.
Then he raises his head and says, abruptly:
"I had a strange thought, sir! I thought I saw myself--only I was a
little child--playing with that necklace somewhere in a garden--oh,
how strange! There were walks with box, and tulip beds, and in the
middle, a fountain--strange! I thought I saw Indians, too--and heard a
noise--why, I am dreaming!"
The lawyer looks at Verty with wild eyes, which, slowly, very slowly,
fill with a strange light, which makes the surrounding personages keep
silent--so singular is this rapt expression.
A thought is rising on the troubled and agitated mind of the lawyer,
like a moon soaring above the horizon. He trembles, and does not take
his eyes for a moment from the young man's face.
"A fountain--Indians?" he mutters, almost inarticulately.


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