Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . o the matter; but looked, at the same time, as if he thoughtthis arrangement involved a very unnecessary and absurd expen-diture of money. Our adventurers were on the road next morning before sunrise,while the fields were yet white with frost. This is an improvement, girls. How well you all look thismorning! This is the glorious time for traveling. The horsesmove gayly, and puif clouds of smoke from their nostrils like twosteam-engines. Now the sun begins to show his red disk
Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . o the matter; but looked, at the same time, as if he thoughtthis arrangement involved a very unnecessary and absurd expen-diture of money. Our adventurers were on the road next morning before sunrise,while the fields were yet white with frost. This is an improvement, girls. How well you all look thismorning! This is the glorious time for traveling. The horsesmove gayly, and puif clouds of smoke from their nostrils like twosteam-engines. Now the sun begins to show his red disk above thehills, and gilds the mountain-tops rising to the westward of us. Doras eyes sparkled as she suddenly plucked Crayons ! cousin, theres a j)heasant! Where? quick! point him out! whispered Crayon, unsling-ing his yager. There! dont you see? On that old log ^mong the pines. Mice had stopped the carriage upon the first intimation of game,and was looking intently into the bushes. Da he is ! I sees him!big as a turkey-gobbler. Good Lord, Mass Porte, shoot quick: hegwine to fly! PHEASANT-SHOOTING. 125. PHEASANT-SHOOTING. Be quiet, you blockhead! I see him now. A fine cock, withhis neck stretched and his ruff up. Bang went the rifle; whir—r, whir—r, whir—r went the pheas-ants in every direction from among the grape-trees, where a large company of themwere him !shouted Mice, tum-bling out of thecarriage, and rush-ing into the bush-es. Presently hereturned, his face/ illuminated with a/ triumphant grin,carrying the birdby the legs. Bul-let tuck him rightthrough the neck;mizzible good brile hell make ; fat as butter. The whole company were now on the alert. Theres a pheas-ant! No, its a ground squirrel. Theres one in the grape-tree! Bang! down he tumbled, whirring and fluttering amongthe dead leaves. The girls clapped their hands, and were so fullof the sport that the carriage could scarcely hold them; and whenPorte Crayon missed a shot in his
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