. American scenery. erthan what he claims to be! cries the overseer, in a tone ofglad relief. Mark Danville, as sure as I am William Gran-ger and this old castle Mistletoe Hall! We need not depict the general wonder and delight atthis extraordinary revelation; the explanations and excuseswhich our hero makes about the fancy which prompted himto pay his court to Clara, unprejudiced pro or con by adven-titious circumstances; the pardons which are accorded to him:the suspicions, all along, that he was not exactly what heseemed, which suddenly come to everybodys memory; or,finally, the closer reun
. American scenery. erthan what he claims to be! cries the overseer, in a tone ofglad relief. Mark Danville, as sure as I am William Gran-ger and this old castle Mistletoe Hall! We need not depict the general wonder and delight atthis extraordinary revelation; the explanations and excuseswhich our hero makes about the fancy which prompted himto pay his court to Clara, unprejudiced pro or con by adven-titious circumstances; the pardons which are accorded to him:the suspicions, all along, that he was not exactly what heseemed, which suddenly come to everybodys memory; or,finally, the closer reunion which at a later day takes placebetween the seemingly estranged families of the Danvilles andof Mistletoe Hall. At the conclusion of Mr. Yermeilles history our guestsprepared to depart, but lingered yet awhile longer to heara highly moral sequel, in which Mr. Brownoker dealt mostpoetical justice to the fugitives, Madam Bernard and Lieu-tenant Hutton, whom he thought the narrator had suffered toescape tDO CHAPTER IX. If you liave sufficiently drained the Mississippi, gentle-men, said Mr. Deepredde, putting a sudden stop, with theauthoritative rap of his official knuckles, to the irrelevant talkof our assembled guests, we will make our way, via the Mis-souri, yet further into the heart of the great West. Here wehave some pictures by the admirable painter-naturalist, KarlBodmer, delightfully suggestive of wild adventure and stirringsport. Ah, ah, The Elkhorn Pyramid*— Herds of Bisons onthe Upper Missouri—read Mr. Megilp, scanning the graphicdrawings which now passed round the board. Appetizing texts,indeed I Flake white may muse, and * smile, if he will, by thegrassy edge of the cag^d fountain, or Vermeille may plot mis-chief in the shade of his umbrageous oaks; but give me themusic of the rifle in the untrodden wilderness, and let megossip with the red-man, the bison, and the bear. What isthe crackle of anthracite to the blaze of the burning prairie,or the strain
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