The Crockett almanac : containing sprees and scrapes in the West; life and manners in the backwoods, and exploits and adventures on the praries . green leaves, and the blossoming garniture of the orchard trees. The blithe plough- 1j boy drives his team afield, and goes singing to his daily toil. The youlhful fair, glad toescape the heated atmosphere of the drawing-room, venture forth into the public streets, fresh ij and blooming as the rose-buds of the season, and displaying the graceful symmetry of theirI persons, and the fineness of their complexions, for part of which they are indebted to
The Crockett almanac : containing sprees and scrapes in the West; life and manners in the backwoods, and exploits and adventures on the praries . green leaves, and the blossoming garniture of the orchard trees. The blithe plough- 1j boy drives his team afield, and goes singing to his daily toil. The youlhful fair, glad toescape the heated atmosphere of the drawing-room, venture forth into the public streets, fresh ij and blooming as the rose-buds of the season, and displaying the graceful symmetry of theirI persons, and the fineness of their complexions, for part of which they are indebted to Nature,!j and part of which they owe to the efficacy of cosmetics and padding. The year is in itsj prime, and has not yet mellowed into its full-blown graces. The zephyrs are yet chill, and| the evening air is piercing. The year has not vet mellowed into ripeness, and has a certainj tartness connected with its beauty, resembling that of the young virgin, before she has soften-!? ed into full-grown womanhood. This is the season when youths and maidens ramble into the \• open country, and enjoy the invigorating air of the early The Panthers Leap. It was a beautiful afternoon in the Indian Summer, that season which, particularly in the jWestern portion of our country, is of all others, the most enchaining. The bright beams of;the sun were tempered by the cool and refreshing breeze that ruffled with soft music the parti-1colored foliage of the trees. All who have stood at this season of the year on tlie prairies of;the West, with uncovered brow, will recall the beauty spread wide around them far better ?than I can describe it. | Seizing my rifle, I left my uncle Jonathans log hut, and wandered leisurely over the prairiein the direction of the wood. Having passed through a corner of the forest, I found myself inear a small bluff, upon the top of which I could plainly discern the stately outlines andbranching antlers of a buck painted in dark lines against the horizon. En
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