. Argo. THE A R G O , i 9 i o An American Princess i Arthur Henry Huntingdon, Jr., shifted his line a little more to the left, stuck,the pole carelessly into the space between the two water-blackened, moss-grown logsupon which he sat, and leaned lazily back against the huge, gray boulder behind him. It was very huge and very gray, that boulder; very rough and rugged and grand,very much in harmony with all the sublimity ot this great northwestern implanted in the face of the cliff, its head raised defiantly tar into the darktangle of scrubby pines above, it was strangely suggest
. Argo. THE A R G O , i 9 i o An American Princess i Arthur Henry Huntingdon, Jr., shifted his line a little more to the left, stuck,the pole carelessly into the space between the two water-blackened, moss-grown logsupon which he sat, and leaned lazily back against the huge, gray boulder behind him. It was very huge and very gray, that boulder; very rough and rugged and grand,very much in harmony with all the sublimity ot this great northwestern implanted in the face of the cliff, its head raised defiantly tar into the darktangle of scrubby pines above, it was strangely suggestive to Arthur Henrys mind ofthe frowning castles, gallant knights, beautiful princesses ot the feudal days of is very pretentious, thought Arthur Henry, tor a mere rock. He leaned back against it thoughtfully, the shadow ot growing discontent darken-ing his clear-cut, handsome face. Arthur Henry Huntingdons gay, happy-go-luckyexistence had hitherto been entirely too much taken up in a hearty attem
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