{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3495", "width": "2273", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Qass.\\nBook\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT", "height": "3292", "width": "2184", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3292", "width": "2184", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3307", "width": "1976", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE\\n/black\u00c2\u00a5ater chronicle\\nA XARRATIVE OF AN EXPEDITION INTO\\nTHE LA:^D of CAjSTAAK,\\nIN RANDOLPH COUNTY, VIRGINIA,\\nA COUNTRY FLOWING WITH WILD ANIMALS, SUCH AS PANTHERS,\\nBEARS, WOLVES, ELK, DEER, OTTER, BADGER, c., c., WITH\\nINNUMERABLE TROUT\u00e2\u0080\u0094 BY FIVE ADVENTUROUS GENTLE-\\nMEN, WITHOUT ANY AID OF GOVERNMENT, AND SOLELY\\nBY THEIR OWN RESOURCES, IN THE SUMMER OF 1851.\\nSi[ \u00e2\u0082\u00ac!jt ClirkB nf (fiirnfnrk.\\nWITH ILLUSTRATIONS FROM LIFE BY STROTHER.\\nc/\\n(ii^^^^^\\n1^\\nR E D F 1 E L D\\n110 AND 112 NASSAU STREET, NEW YORK.\\n1853.", "height": "3272", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "f1\\nEntered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853,\\nBy J. S: REDFIELD,\\niu the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the\\nSouthern District of New York.\\nSTEREOTYPED BY C. C. SAVAGE,\\n13 Chambers Srreet, N. Y.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nBLACKVATER CHRONICLE\\nCHAPTEK I.\\nINTRODUCTORY.\\nIf the reader will take down the map of Virginia,\\nand look at Randolph county, he will find that the\\nBlack water is a stream that makes down from the\\nnorth into the Cheat river, some few miles below\\nthe point where that river is formed by the junc-\\ntion of the Dry fork, the Laurel fork, and the Glade\\nfork the Shavers, or Great fork, falling in some\\nmiles below all rising and running along the west-\\nern side of the Backbone of the Alleganies.\\nThe country embraced by these head-waters of\\nthe Cheat river is called The Canaan a wilder-\\nness of broken and rugged mountains its streams\\nfalling through deep clefts, or leaping down in great\\ncataracts, into the Cheat, that sweeps the base of\\nthe Backbone.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "6 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nIt is to the Blackwater, one among the largest of\\nthese streams of the Canaan, that we purpose to\\ntake the reader. If, therefore, his fancy urges him\\nto the venture, let him come with us. All he has\\nto do is to set himself down in his easy-chair, and\\nlend us his ears. By the magic of this scroll we\\nshall take him.\\nThis Blackwater (it should be called Amberwa-\\nter), and north source of the Cheat, rises high up on\\nthe western slope of the Backbone, directly across\\nfrom the Fairfax stone where the head-spring of\\nthe Potomac has its source on this the eastern side\\nof the mountain and it is supposed that these head-\\nwaters of the two rivers are not more than some\\nhalf a mile (or mile at most) apart. The Backbone,\\nfollowing a general course from north to south, here\\nturns at almost a right-angle, and takes across to\\nthe eastward some fifteen miles, when it regains its\\nformer southerly direction, thus forming a zigzag\\nin its course. At the point where it first makes the\\nbend to the east, a large spur apparently the Back-\\nbone itself keeps straight to the south, and butts\\ndown on the Cheat, at the distance of some ten or\\ntwelve miles. Between this large spur and the\\npoint where the Backbone bends to the south again,\\nis contained the cove of mountains which is called\\nthe Canaan. This region of country is in the very\\nhighest range of the Alleganies, lying in the main\\nsome three thousand feet above the level of the sea.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "rNTRODIJCTORT. 7\\nUntil a fiew years past, the whole of the district\\nembraced by the head-waters of the Potomac and\\nthe Cheat was as remote and inaccessible as any\\npart of the long range of the Alleganies. But some\\nfew years ago, the state of Virginia constructed a\\ngraded road from Winchester to Parkersburg, which\\npasses over the Backbone through the Potomac lim-\\nits; and consequently this portion of the district\\nhas become opened out somewhat to the knowledge\\nof the world, and has since been settled to a consid-\\nerable extent. The Baltimore and Ohio railroad\\nalso passes near here at a distance from the head-\\nwaters of the Potomac varying from ten to twenty\\nmiles. The railroad will bring all this region within\\na day s travel of the seaboard and as the country\\nlies about the head of the Maryland glades in\\nthemselves a source of attraction and contains\\nwithin its range many tracts of land of great fertility\\nand beauty, it is not irrational to suppose that it\\nwill be cleared out and settled with rapidity.\\nAs it is, there is a good settlement around here\\nalready the result, in the main, of the construc-\\ntion of the Northwestern road. Long, however, be-\\nfore this road was made, there was a Mr. Smith who\\npitched his tent in these wilds some fifty years or\\nmore ago, I am informed, and cleared out and im-\\nproved a handsome estate for himself, lying along\\nthe Maryland shore of the Potomac, and containing\\nsome fifteen hundred acres of fine land of varied", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "8 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nhill and dale. The Smiths are now gone, and the\\nestate has passed into other hands. In the older\\ntimes a tavern was kept here, for the accommoda-\\ntion of the few people who crossed these mountains.\\nBut when the northwestern road came by, the mar-\\nvels of a good highway were made manifest in the\\nincreased travel, that soon became too great for the\\ncapabilities of the once-unfriended inn. About this\\nperiod, a gentleman from the city of Washington,\\njourneying this way to escape the heats of the sea-\\nboard, was so taken with the pleasant temperature\\nof the air and the wild beauty of the mountains,\\nthat he bought the place impelled somewhat\\nthereto, no doubt, by the trout in the streams and\\nthe deer in the forests. Under his rule a new house\\nwas erected, large enough to hold a goodly compa-\\nny. This is the house fair enough to look upon\\nin its outside array, and comfortable enough within\\nthat now stands imposing, not far away from the\\nold one, on the brow of a lofty hill overlooking the\\nPotomac. Winston the place is called so called\\nbecause the eighty-seventh milestone from Winches-\\nter is won when you reach its door. Edward Tow-\\ners keeps it or did, when the Black water expedi-\\ntion won the stone. Here, for some years past, ma-\\nny of our citizens, of both Virginia and Maryland,\\nhave been in the habit of resorting in the summer\\nand fall months, to fish for trout, hunt the deer,\\nshoot pheasants, wild turkeys, woodcock in their", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "INTKODUCTORY.\\n9\\nseason, and enjoy the invigorating atmosphere of a\\ncountry whose level is so high above the sea.\\nThe ride to this place over the Northwestern road\\nis exquisitely delightful, and withal as easy as a\\nride can well be. You travel over a graded slate\\nroad the perfection of a summer highway engi-\\nneered skilfully, and at but a low grade, through\\nthe gorges and defiles of these fine mountains, and,\\nwhen crossing any of them, seeming to have been\\ncarried over purposely at those points where the\\nscenery is of the grandest or most beautiful charac-\\nter. Take it altogether, for the excellence of the\\nroad, and the varied combinations of scenery that\\nare ever presenting themselves to view, there is no\\nroute across the mountains anywhere that excels it.\\nWith a pair of good horses in a light carriage, you\\ncan speed along all the way as if you w^ere taking\\nan evening drive about your home, even though\\nyour home be where the roads are the best in the\\nland. And then, w^hat exhilaration of spirit is felt\\nby you as you roll smoothlj^ along at the rate of\\nsome ten miles an hour, your horses scarcely stretch-\\ning a trace seeming merely to keep out of the\\nway of the wheels! on one side of you a deep\\ngorge, a thousand feet down, dark with hemlocks\\nand firs, where a mountain-stream breaks its way to\\nthe sea above you, high-towering peaks and over-\\nhanging cliffs, where the oak or stately fir has cast\\nanchor, and held on for ages in defiance of all the\\n1*", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nstorms of the Alleganies while before you, afar off,\\nglittering in the sunshine, are seen in glimpses the\\ngreen fields and meadows of some fair, luxuriant\\nvalley; and the whole horizon bounded by lofty\\nmountains that seem to defy all approach, but which\\nyou at length wind your way through by some con-\\ncealed cleft, the bed of a stream, with scarcely any\\nmore of obstruction than a bowling-green w^ould\\npresent to your glowing wheels.\\nThere are but few things more agreeably exciting\\nto the spirits than a rapid drive through the coun-\\ntry on a good road. There are some who will not\\nassent to this proposition but they are not to be\\ndeferred to in these matters of fastness^ and do not\\nunderstand the philosophy of the human soul. The\\npower of agitation upon the spirits, says Dr. John-\\nson, is well known. Every man has felt his heart\\nlightened by a rapid drive or a gallop on a swift\\nhorse. This might be only a little closet philoso-\\nphy of the sturdy old despot of letters, maintained\\nin theory but belied in practice, like our famous\\ndoctrine of state-rights here in Virginia but we\\nhave it on record that the rough old viking of our\\nEnglish literature considered it one of the prime fe-\\nlicities of his life to ride in a stage-coach, even at\\nthe rate of speed attainable in his day. If one of\\nthe soundest moral philosophers that any age or\\ncountry has produced can be shown as both theo-\\nretically and practically enforcing the happiness of", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY. 1 1\\nrapid motion at least to the extent that conld be\\nachieved by an English stage-coach, and over the\\ncomparatively rude thoroughfares leading out of\\nLondon a hundred j^ears ago -ante Agamemnona^\\nthat is, before M Adam how much more delight-\\nful must be the agitation of your spirits, and the\\nconsequent lightening of your heart, when the at-\\nmosphere you breathe, as you drive smoothly along\\nbehind a pair of untiring thoroughbreds, is the very\\npurest, and the scenes around you are among the\\ngrandest or most beautiful of a whole continent!\\nAnd all this too, recollect, with a splendid craving\\nall over you feeling it even at your finger-ends\\neverywhere for food: visions of venison-steaks,\\nand hot rolls, and fresh summer* butter, made where\\nthe meadows are with daisies pied, floating\\nthrough 3^our crowded and hunger-enraptured brain\\nand with the certainty, too, all the while in your\\nmind, that you can not apparently kill this craving\\nfor the time being with anything in the shape of a\\nbreakfast, dinner, supper, or what not, but it will\\nbe all powerful again upon you- in some three or\\nfour hours! an appetite seemingly endowed with\\nthe quality of the phoenix, that out of its own ashes\\nrenews itself\\nrevives and flourishes,\\nLike that self-begotten bird,\\nIn the Arabian woods embossed\\nnot surpassed by anything of the sort that we have", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\non record not by Sancho Fanza s, nor by Ritt-\\nmaster Dngald Dalgetty s, nor yet that. of the migh-\\nty heroes of the Iliad aptly to describe which the\\ngenius of Homer was only equal, when the divine\\nold bard sings of it as the sacred rage of hunger.\\nIf any mortal of these sated days would wish\\nfully to appreciate what this Homeric rage is, let\\nhim take this ride to the Alleganies and though\\nhe should be of a nobler spirit than Esau, yet will\\nhe in his inmost soul commiserate that poor devil\\nfor having sold his birthright for a mess of pottage.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. 15\\nCHAPTEK II.\\nGETTING TNDEK WAY.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2The stout earl of Northumberland\\nA vow to God did make,\\nHis pleasure on the Scottish ground\\nThree summer days to take.\\nThe stout Earl Percy, here alluded to, did take\\nhis pleasure on the Scottish ground and how, all\\nthe world knows that has read the fine old ballad\\nof Chevy Chase. How the stout gentlemen, and\\nalso those who were none of the stoutest, who took\\ntheir pleasure on the Black water, came off, hearken\\nto the following chronicle, and you shall learn.\\nIt was toward the first of June last past, that a\\nnumber of gentlemen, residing near each other, in\\na pleasant part of that rich valley vaunted to the\\nworld as tJie garden of Virghiia, and called by the\\npeople of the mountain-ranges back of it the land\\nof Egfpt^ from the quantity of grain which it pro-\\ndaces, determined to make a pleasure expedition\\ninto the Allegany country, having it chiefly in view\\nto harry its streams for trout. Accordingly, on one\\nfine morning it was on the last day of the univer-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nsally-lauded month of May we gathered together,\\nprepared as best we knew how for the expedition.\\nIt was at the pleasant country-dwelling of Mr.\\nPeter Botecote, one of our number, that we made\\nour rendezvous\\nAnd Wat of Harden came thither amain,\\nAnd thither came John of Thirlestane,\\nAnd thither came William of Deloraine\\nand all the rest of us men, dogs, and horses.\\nHere, after some animated parley, and an early din-\\nner, it was resolved that we should forthwith take\\nour departure, notwithstanding the strawberries that\\nwere ripe in the garden, and the cream that was\\nabounding in the dairy, and what too was far more\\ndelaying, the fascination of our lady-hostess. Pleas-\\nant enough this bower of Botecote s but hope smiled\\nits enchantments upon us far away, fr\u00c2\u00bbom the very\\nmidst of the wild Alleganies, and our hearts were\\ntoo much agog and all a-tiptoe with its illusions, to\\nthink of staying. The delirium of the mountains\\nwas upon us and so, amid the neighing and paw-\\ning of horses, the speeding to and fro of servants,\\nthe dancing eyes of children, and the wife s half-\\nsorrowful smile as she committed her adventurous\\nhusband to the destiny of a two or three weeks sep-\\naration, we wheeled into order, and took up the line\\nof march. Hey Get away Ho Ha,\\nyou dog! whips flourishing, dogs barking all\\nthe commotion that a country -gentleman s establish-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. 17\\nment could well get up every good spirit attend-\\ning, to say nothing of the high ones thus we left\\nthe Botecote portals, and\\nAll the blue bonnets are over the border 1\\nWe drove to Winchester, a town when George\\nII. was king here in Virginia not one of your re-\\ncent cities, grown up to a hundred thousand people\\nwithin the memory of men alive, but an old, time-\\nhonored town, of some five thousand souls, with re-\\nmembrances about it familiar to the footsteps of\\nThomas, the sixth Lord Fairfax, when he lived at\\nGreenway court (some ten miles off), and held pow-\\ner as lieutenant of the county of Frederick, hunted\\nthe boar, w^rote for The Spectator, and set twenty\\ncovers daily at his table famous, too, in our provin-\\ncial history, as the military headquarters of Wash-\\nington during the war of 65 against the French for\\nthe possession of the western countr3^ Here, to\\nthis old border stronghold of the Dominion, where\\nthe dismantled ramparts of Fort Loudon still look\\ndown upon the town, we drove over night, a matter\\nof some twenty miles, ready to make a more sus-\\ntained movement the next morning on Winston\\nsome eighty-seven miles distant, as already stated,\\non the j^orthwestern road.\\nThe expedition travelled in three light carriages,\\nsuch as are commonly called wagons^ all tight and\\nsound, freshly washed, oiled, and rubbed, and glit-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\ntering in the sun .like images eacli wagon drawn\\nby a vigorous trotter in fine condition, and able on\\na good road easily to make such time as would have\\nsatisfied Dr. Johnson, even though his philosophy\\nof happiness should have required a greater speed\\nthan ten miles an hour. We were five in all the\\nsixth didn t go, that gentleman having failed us by\\nthe way, owing to some anxieties he entertained\\nabout trusting himself so high up on the continent.\\nBut no matter; we were yet five. There was\\nMr. Peter Botecote, generally called Butcut by\\nhis familiars sometimes But;\\nMr. Guy Philips, the Master of the priory of St.\\nPhilips hence familiarly the master, sometimes the\\nPrior, and occasionally the county Guy\\nTriptolemus Todd, Esq., our Murad the Unlucky,\\nand sometimes Trip\\nDoctor Adolphus Blandy, physician to the expe-\\ndition Galen he was called for short\\nAnd the Signor Andante Strozzi, our artist, also\\namateur musician.\\nMr. Perry Winkle, jocosely called by his friends,\\nin one syllable, PerryiDinMe^ is the name of the\\ngentleman who didnH go which we mention\\nhere that he may not altogether escape immor-\\ntality and would also give his likeness, were it\\nnot for a well-founded apprehension that it might\\ntoo much divert the attention of the reader from\\nour narrative.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "GETTING TINDER WAY. 19\\nThe array, it will be perceived from the naming,\\nis somewhat imposing, and gives promise of some-\\nthing to be done and said out of the common.\\nTruly, this record of the performance need not fall\\nshort of the promise, if the ambitious chronicler\\ncan succeed, by any happy art, in anything like a\\nhistory that shall be a just impress an impress\\nof the body and soul of the expedition. Thucy d-\\nides hit it, in his narrative of The Sailing for\\nSicily, also in The Landing of Alcihiades at\\nAthens; Livy, in that part of his twenty -first book\\nwhich we ve got, and no doubt in the remainder\\nof it, if we could only find it Segur, in the retreat\\nfrom Moscow; Macaulay, in the landing of the\\nprince of Orange, and the march on London;\\nVoltaire s Charles the Twelfth, too, ought not to be\\npassed over in this enumeration nor yet Sallust s\\nlittle narrative of Catiline. Let us add another to\\nthe illustrious roll, by writing the Blackwater J^ar-\\nrative up to the immortal standard.\\nDeserted, then, by Mr. Perrywinkle, we were\\nyet five in number all good men and true, and\\nof unusually diversified character and appearance\\nnone of us to be called old in years, but old enough\\nin the ups and downs, and ins and outs of this world,\\nhaving made many hair-breadth scapes by flood\\nand field, by town and country, by man and wo-\\nman also, in our time even tlie more youthful\\nTriptolemus, who has killed in his time several", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ngood pointers in shooting partridges, and some few\\nyears ago shot himself in the right knee which\\nwill account for his lameness in these pages. With-\\nout mincing matters too much, we will speak it out\\nfreely, that we were all men of some mark and\\nlikelihood, as men go and although the world\\nmight not judge us (which it is our opinion it\\nwould make a great mistake in not doing) as fit\\nto stand by Caesar in a tented field, there can be\\nno doubt that it would hold us all, if it had the\\nhonor of our acquaintance, as fit to sit by that\\nforemost man of all the world, at a dinner or a\\nsupper, at any rate.\\nWe will take the liberty of saying, however,\\nwith great modesty, and begging pardon of every-\\nbody, and especially of the old Eomans, that if\\nthe mightiest Julius had been along with us\\nupon this expedition, he would have found the\\npassage into the country of the Blackwater a far\\nmore fatiguing enterprise than any of his incur-\\nsions into the countries of the AUobrogi, or E ervii,\\nor Acquitanii, or Boii, or any other of those out-\\nsiders, against whom the elegant and captivating\\ngreatest Koman marched.\\nIt will not be amiss here to mention, that we\\ntravelled upon our inroad very much after the\\nfashion in which Caesar went upon his. Grave\\nHistory has not thought it beneath her dignity to\\nrecord how the great master of the Koman world", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "GETTING UNDER WAY. 21\\nwent upon his depredations and it is one of lier\\ncondescensions for which we are very much obliged\\nto her. It is therefore, we know, among other things\\nof this elegant and all-accomplished subverter of the\\nrepublic and founder of the fourth and last univer-\\nsal empire, that he rode in a carriage upon his\\nforays. This carriage was called a rJieda^ a sort\\nof gig or curricle, says a recent very distinguished\\nauthoiity, Mr. De Quincey, a four-wheeled car-\\nriage, and adapted to the conveyance of about half\\na ton. This, the reader will perceive, is in and\\nabout our modern wagon and we have no doubt,\\nif the matter were fairly investigated, it would be\\nascertained that the rheda of the Eoman is the\\nprototype of the wagon of the American it s a\\nfour-runner at any rate. Julius used this carriage,\\nwe are informed, because it enabled him to take\\nwith him the amount of equipment that was essen-\\ntial to his elegant and patrician habits his various\\nmantles for instance, the one he overcame the\\nIS ervii in, which he preserved and wore many\\nyears after in the city, and was the same in which\\nthe envious Casca made the rent, that Shakspere\\nand Casca between them have made so immortal\\nhis bandboxes, in which he kept the wreaths he\\nwore around his head, as our ladies do now on\\nfestival occasions the ivy, the laurel, the oak\\nwreaths, and what others I know not his bathing\\napparatus, brushes, soaps, c. his unguents and", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nperfumes, with the various ancient Roman balms\\nfor the cure of baldness. The rheda was adjusted\\nto the convenient transportation of these essentials\\nof an elegant Roman gentleman of that day and\\nso the wagon to the wants of the daintiest gentle-\\nman of this.\\nIt will be perceived, therefore, that our expedi-\\ntion has many points of resemblance to those so\\nfamous of the splendid Roman. It was depredatory\\nin the first place. It combined, in the second, about\\nan equal commingling of the luxurious and the rough-\\nand-tumble. Thirdly considering that it took the\\nfield about nineteen centuries later than Caesar s,\\nthere is a very remarkable resemblance between\\nthe vehicles used in both. Fourthly in one single\\nengagement, fought on the Blackwater, and which\\nlasted only about two hours, no less than four hun-\\ndred and ninety some odd of the enemy were slain,\\nand what is more, fully a hundred of them eaten\\nnext thing to alive and this, we take it, will com-\\npare with anything done in Gaul. Lastly the wild\\ntribes that infested the Alleganies, fled before our\\narms many a flying army of deer owed their lives\\nto the mercy of the invaders the badgers and the\\notters a feeble people, yet sagacious and wary\\nwe laid ourselves out to take by policy, that is en-\\ntrap them, as Osesar did the like people of Gaul\\nand had not the fierce panthers, the rude bears,\\nthe prowling wolves, and the other warlike inhab-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE EXPEDITION DANCES A IIOllNPIPE. 25\\nnight, and fresli and fragrant everywhere is the\\nmorning. The forest-leaves are all washed clean as\\nthe waters of heaven can make them, and the gras-\\nses are more delicately green in their renewal. The\\nrain-drops, not yet dried np, sparkle all over the\\nforest, in the glittering sunshine, like beads of pearl.\\nAll nature, animate and inanimate on four legs,\\ntwo, or none feels the heavenly influence of the\\nhour. The woods are vocal with the rapturous voice\\nof birds. The wild-flowers the wild-rose and the\\nwood-violet, the gorgeous laurel, and the sweet elder-\\nbloom in all their freshened glory, give their deli-\\ncate perfumes to the liberal air, and their hues of\\nheaven to the enraptured sight. The streams, some-\\ntimes crossing our path, and sometimes flowing on\\nby our side seeming to go with us whichever way\\n^ye go flowing on adown the dell or by the rifted\\nrock, and all embowered with shrubs and tangled\\nvines these sing their sweet songs tuneful to the\\near, until at length, ecstasy born of the niurmur-\\ning waters, the balm of the air, the glory of the\\nwild-flowers, the warble of the birds, and the smooth\\nvelocity of your rheda enters into the heart, and\\npervades your countenance with a radiance that is\\nalmost divine.\\nThus full of all joy that is born of summer and\\nthe mountain?, we speed on our way to happiness\\nand to Winston! On we drive, over the smooth\\nroad, through gorge, and dell, and valley, when l)y-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "26 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nand-by we ascend a mountain, winding up its side\\nlike the track of a snake, until we reach the top.\\nHere a magnificent panorama of distant-blending\\nvalleys and niountains piled on mountains, breaks\\nsuddenly on our view and, seized with a shouting\\nspirit of exultation\\nWe call a halt, and make a stand,\\nAnd cry, St. George for merry England!\\nmeaning thereby this all-hailed land of ours, which\\nthe patriotic reader will of course understand.\\nThe day is now some four hours old by the shad-\\now and before yet the last echoes of our voices\\nhave died away in the hills and rocks around, a\\nwayfarer, all in minstrel array bedight, walked in\\nwearily among us. He called a halt, and made a\\nstand, too, on the mountain s brow. This was a wan-\\ndering Italian, with his hand-organ strapped to his\\nback, who had ascended from the other side and\\nit was not long before he had unburdened himself\\nof his bread-winner, and given us a specimen of\\nwhat his art could do. His instrument was a very\\ngood one, and our imaginations had by this time\\nthrown around him an air of romance and poetry.\\nHad we encountered him in the streets of a city, he\\nwould have been nothing more than an ordinary\\nstrolling minstrel to us but here, in the forest, his\\nmusic struck upon the ear pleasantly enough, and\\nbrought to its aid much poetic association. It sound-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE EXPEDITION DANCES A HORNPIPE. 27\\ned of the days when the old harper begged his bread\\nfrom door to door and the hand-organ is already\\nhalf-elevated into the harp, and he who turns it has\\na sonl alive to poetry and song. Happy power of\\nillusion it is better than gold in gilding this bare\\nlife this life so bare and hard to the pure reason,\\nso full of charm to the imagination\\nThus idealizing the hand-organ and the very good-\\nlooking, rather handsome man, who turned it, we\\nnow left our wagons and, out in the road, and face\\nto face, we hold friendly parley with the stranger.\\nThe wandering minstrel is a Neapolitan and the\\nSigner Strozzi, our artist, glad of a chance to refresh\\nhimself with a little Italian, immediately enlarges\\nupon the renowned city its towers and palaces,\\nthe bay, the towns around, and the neighboring vol-\\ncano lurid in the heavens. IS ot unmindful of his\\ncountry, there is moisture in the eye of the min-\\nstrel, and something very like a tear is on his cheek.\\nThere is something sympathetic in all show of feel-\\ning and when the prior of St. Philips repeated in\\nfeeling tones the song of the harper in Rokeby\\nWo came with war, and want with wo,\\nAnd it was mine to undergo\\nEach outrage of the rebel foe\\nCan aught atone\\nMy fields laid vraste, my cot laid low?\\nMy harp alone\\nAmbition s dreams I ve seen depart,\\nHave rued of penury the smart,", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "550 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nHave felt of love the venomed dart,\\nWhen hope was flown\\nYet rests one solace to my heart\\nMy harp alone\\nThen o er mountain, moor, and hill,\\nMy faithful harp, I ll bear thee stil],\\nAnd when this life of want and ill\\nIs well nigh gone,\\nThy strings mine elegy shall thrill,\\nMy harp alone!\\nwhen the feeling prior, here on the mountain s brow,\\ncrooned forth these verses the ruined exile stand-\\ning tired before him, with his arm thrown over his\\nbread-winner let the susceptibility to emotion be\\nhere recorded of the expedition, which made us\\ndraw forth our purses and give to this rude votary\\nof the joyous science more silver and gold than\\nhe had gathered in a week in all his roaming. We\\nwere as good as two or three villages to him.\\nHaving, however, some latent, half shame-prompt-\\ned idea that we might be indulging a little too much\\nin a sentimental luxury, incompatible with the man-\\nly and somewhat rough, Runic character of our en-\\nterprise, we daffed aside these softer emotions, and\\nstruck off into a lighter and gayer strain, more in\\nkeejDing with the actual state of the case around us.\\nAnd so the Neapolitan, Jacomo, assumed once more\\nhis usual professional bearing, and struck his lyre\\nto the strains that nightly over the earth swell the\\nhearts of those who worship at the feet of Terp-\\nsichore that is, he played us some waltzes and", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE EXPEDITION DANCES A HORNPIPE.\\n20\\npolkas. And presently we all began to dance the\\nlittle figures in the glass case in front of the organ,\\nand we on the slaty summit of the mountain-road.\\nS^fci^\\nAway we go, in fine accord with the minstrelsey\\nnow waltzing together in bold sweeps around the\\nbrow of the mountain and now, with arms akimbo,\\ndancing a polka, in many mazy gyrations, after the\\nmost approved manner of executing that dance, as\\nit was first exhibited by the ballet-people at our\\ntheatres, before yet it became fashionable in high\\nlife. The whole affair we concluded with Fisher s\\nhornpipe, through which we capered with such sur-\\nprising agility as was never before or since made\\nmanifest on the top of any mountain in the United", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "30 THE BLACKWATER CPIRONICLE.\\nStates or, probably, at the bottom of aii} one\\neither. As we danced, we all sang, too, in accom-\\npaniment with the strains, thus doubly taxing our\\npowers. The dust flew, and rose into the heavens\\nJacomo s black eye sparkled as he swiftly turned\\nhis crank. The scene was as intense as the race\\ndown the quarter stretch between Eclipse and Hen-\\nry, when North and South hung suspended on the\\nstrife. We swam the very air agile and swift-bound-\\ning some of tis as the antelope; others with a\\nstrained, incongruous jerking and ponderous agil-\\nity, very much like what might be supposed of a\\nbuffalo in a hornpipe. Even the lame leg of Murad\\nthe Unlucky might be cauglit a glimpse of, every\\nnow and then, flying about in the midst of the hurly-\\nburly as something independent of anybody pres-\\nent: in our American vernacular, it seemed, to be\\ngoing it on its own hooh. The horses drew up\\naround us with their wagons, and, with ears bent\\nforward, and fascinated gaze, looked on in pleased\\nwonderment. Fisher ^s hornpijje is perhaps one of\\nthe fastest tunes now known in all Christendom\\nand yet, fast as w^e danced it, we sang it. It was\\nthus the wild descant rang through the forest\\nDid you ever see the devil,\\nWith his iron wooden shovel,\\nA scratching up the gravel,\\nW ith his nightcap on", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Tire EXPEDITION DiLNCES A HORNPIPE. 31\\nNo, I never saw the devil,\\nWith his iron wooden shovel,\\nA scratching up the gravel,\\nWith his nightcap on.\\n\\\\_Repeated twicc^\\nDid you ever, ever, ever,\\nEver, ever, ever, ever,\\nEver, ever, ever, ever,\\nCatch a whale by the tail\\nNo, I never, never, never,\\nNever, never, never, never.\\nNever, never, never, never,\\nCaught a whale by the tail.\\n\\\\_Repeated twice.\\nThe echoes around take up our voices at every\\npause for breath the mountains, as in the old\\nBible times, cry aloud for joy and ever see the\\ndevils and nightcap on^ and whole hy the tail^\\nin the cadence of the hornpipe, are repeated far\\nand near, until at length the uproar dies away in\\nsome fiir remote dell, a last faint, feeble sound of\\nwhale tail, lingering for a moment on the ear,\\nand all is hushed the echoes have gone to sleep\\nagain, and nothing breaks upon the stillness of the\\nmountains, save the lazy sound of the summer\\nwind, that is itself almost silence.\\nSomewhat fagged and out of breath, we now\\nonce more took to our wagons, the horses by this\\ntime well rested and leaving the ISTeapolitan, dis-\\nconsolate Jacomo, standing irresolute on the moun-\\ntain s brow, we swept down the windings of the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "32 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nhighway, at the rate of some twelve miles to the\\nhour Jacomo still standing motionless as a pic-\\nture, as we entered a wild defile of the forest, and\\nfor ever lost him to the sight. Winding our way\\nover a broken range of picturesque hills, we at\\nlength entered a ravine, down which a clear, spark-\\nling stream hunts its course to a neighboring river.\\nHere are some very remarkable cliffs of a pure\\nwhite sandstone, which is in some demand among the\\nnicer housekeepers of Winchester and Eomney for\\nscouring purposes. Into the base of one of these\\ncliffs, a large excavation has been made, where the\\nrock is so purely white, that it suggests to you the\\nidea of a quarry of the finest loaf-sugar. Passing\\nthese loaf-sugar cliffs, we drove on leisurely down\\nthe cool ravine, by the banks and through the fords\\nof the silvery stream, when presently we emerged\\nfrom the deep shadows of some thickly-clustered\\nhemlocks and pines into the light of day, and\\nfound ourselves before the tavern door of Mr.\\nCharles Blue. Here we stopped to feed and rest\\nour horses for some two or three hours taking\\ncare, in the meantime, to regale ourselves with such\\ndelicacies of fried chickens, broiled ham and eggs,\\nand fresh butter and milk, as the house afi orded us.\\nAbout two o clock the day being still pleasant,\\nand without any burdensome heat we took to the\\nroad again and after some two hours travel, through\\nthe green valleys and over other mountains, we at", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE EXPEDITION DANCES A HORNPIPE. 66\\nlength came in sight of the httle town of Romnej,\\nbeautifully situated upon a sloping plateau of land\\nthat lies back of the high banks and bluffs of the\\nSouth Branch the river here flowing along in all\\nits winding lines of beauty on through rich bot-\\ntoms and bold over-hanging mountains, to its junc-\\ntion with the Potomac.\\nSomewhere about four o clock after descending\\na long and beautiful sweep of road, grand enough\\nin all its features to be the avenue to some lordly\\ncity we drove up to the door of the village inn\\n(the old Virginia designation is ordinary), situated\\npleasantly on the main street of Eomney, and kept\\nby Mr. Armstrong, formerly a member of Congress\\nfrom this district, but who has for some years past\\nchosen the better part shaken the dust of the cap-\\nitol from his feet, and commanded the respect and\\ngood will of all considerate people who travel this\\nway, by the manner in which he discharges his pres-\\nent representative duty to the public. In this com-\\nfortable inn, we took our ease for the rest of the\\nday, having accomplished just forty-four miles over\\nthose mountains, since first we drew rein in the\\nmorning.\\nHow the Signor Strozzi was taken by some of\\nthe good people of Romney for an Italian revolu-\\ntionist how Doctor Blandy built a very remark-\\nable castle in the air, that from a neighboring\\neminence commanded the South Branch valley\\n9*", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nhow Mr. Bntcut set the porch in a roar, at a story\\nhe told of some cockneys who came over to New\\nYork to hunt bears about that city how the\\nPrior discoursed eloquently on Lucerne grass and\\nthe ancients how Triptolemus, when the levee we\\nheld on the porch was at the highest, called every-\\nbody by somebody else s name how we passed\\naltogether a very cheerful and gay evening of it,\\namong the social citizens of Romney, who did us\\nthe honor to make our acquaintance we will not\\ndetain the reader by setting forth in full in these\\npages, but here end this chapter, and with it the\\nnarrative of the evening.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 35\\nCHAPTER lY.\\nTHE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED BY THE PRIOR OF ST. PHIL-\\nIPS, FROM THE TOP OF THE ALLEGANY.\\ntV^HAT time the skylark plumed his wing, the ex-\\npedition awoke from its slumbers, and betimes arose\\nwhat time the sun peeped into the casements of the\\nvillage hostel, it sat triumphant over a routed break-\\nfast-table, and, like Alexander, sighed that it had\\nno more to conquer. In this condition, he of Mace-\\ndon took to drink but we to our wagons, with a\\ngood-by to pleasant Romney.\\nThe morning was delightfully bracing. Whether\\nit was the mountain-air, or the mountain-oats, that\\ninspired them, our horses carried themselves as\\nproud as reindeers, and went down the main street\\nof Romney with a free swing, fully up to the re-\\nquirements of the Dr. Johnson philosophy in this\\nmatter. As we crossed the high plain to the bhiffs\\nof the river, the scenery of the South-Branch valley\\nwas just developing into expression the mountain\\nin bold masses, the winding river with its mists, the\\nrich bottoms striped with cornfields, the long range\\nof brown cliffs in the distance, and in the foreground", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "36 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nthe high pLain on which sat the picturesque town:\\nall in striking contrasts of light and shade the dark\\nshadows of the mountains, and the golden mists of\\nthe river; the spangled dewdrops on the meadows,\\nand the funeral drapery of the pine-forests Apollo,\\nfrom his chariot of the sun, elimning some new glory\\nof the picture, as he drove on up the steeps of the\\nskies.\\nThis glimpse of the sunrise-picture was all we\\nsaw, for it is but a mile from the town to the bluifs\\nof the river, and these we have already gained. We\\nnow descended from the table-land, and crossed the\\nSouth Branch by a good bridge. With the river on\\none side and the overhanging mountain on the other,\\nwe drove on for a mile or so when we turned off,\\nand passed through the mountain on almost a dead-\\nlevel road, winding along the side of a sti-eam that\\nhere makes its way through a deep cleft to the river.\\nFor some fifteen miles the road is a beautiful one\\nsmooth, and of easy grade in its gradual rise toward\\nthe Alleganies now hugging the hills, now follow-\\ning the bends of the streams, now through valleys\\nspotted with farmhouses and green with luxuriant\\ngrass. At length we came to the Knobley, which\\nw^e ascended, passing through a hamlet scattered\\ncarelessly along the cultivated slopes of the mount-\\nain. This mountain presents a very remarkable out-\\nline, being a succession of high knobs or peaks with\\nintervening low depressions, giving it the appear-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 37\\naiice of ail indented castle-wall. Tliroiigli one of\\nthese depressions we crossed, and descended by easy\\ntraverses to the other side. For a mile or so we\\nw^ound our way through the defiles of a broken\\nrange of hills, and emerged at length into a narrow J\\nand beautifully-picturesque valley the Allegany\\npiled up in grand masses on one side, and the road\\nrunning for some miles along the banks of a clear,\\nrapid stream, known hereabouts as New creek\\njust such a stream, so wild and cool, as the imagi-\\nnation would fill with trout a fjot and a quarter\\nlong, and some four inches deep behind the shoul-\\nders.\\nthe side of the sparkling creek, w^ith (no doubt)\\ntrout to be had for the casting of a fly, or tlie im-\\npaling of a worm, w^e found a large and comfortable\\nbrick house, where a Mr. Reese keeps an inn higlily\\nspoken of in these parts for its excellent accommo-\\ndations. At the base of the Allegany stands invi-\\ntingly the mountain-embowered inn. In front of\\nthis is the clear, cool, wild, dancing stream and up\\nbeyond this again, rises with bold ascent, almost at\\nright-angles to the water, a richly-wooded spur of\\nthe Allegany, colored with all-blended hues of green,\\nfrom the pale tea-color of the mountain-ash, to the\\ndark, grand, gloom green, almost invisible green,\\nof the clustered fir-trees and hemlocks tliese the\\nnobler pines tliat more particularly distinguish the\\nforests of the Allegany ranges.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nFrom Eeese s house, at the base, it is seven miles\\nto the to23 of the Allegany something of an Olym-\\npus to the warts behind us. Mindful of our horses,\\nwe gird up our loins for the encounter, and take to\\nthe heaven-kissing hill afoot. Half-way up there is\\na fountain of pure spring- water caught in a rude\\ntrough by the roadside and men and horses gather\\naround, and revel in the mountain hippocrene. The\\nlookout from here is already grand. Far and wide\\nyou behold the land we have travelled. On we go\\nagain, up and up, still up and the air you breathe\\nis freer, and the scene wilder and yet more widely\\nrevealed at every turn of the road, rounding each\\nrocky promontory that juts the mountain-side.\\nIn something more than two hours we reached\\nthe toll-gate, situated near the summit of the ridge,\\nand commanding a prospect of all tlie land lying\\nabroad to the eastward. This is one of the grandest\\nand most diversified mountain-scenes in the whole\\nrange of our country mountains piled on mount-\\nains everywhercj of every variety of size and shape,\\nwith all their valleys, glens, gorges, dells, and nar-\\nrow defiles all yet varied by the changing light\\nand shade that falls upon them from the heavens\\nas the heavens are ablaze with sunshine, or swept\\nby passing summer-clouds.\\nAltogether it is such a scene as seldom meets the\\neye. At once its glory has entered into the heart\\nand fired the imagination, and we are a thousand", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 39\\ntimes over repaid for the long, toilsome ascent that\\nhas given it to us. To view it aright, it should be\\nseen under all changing aspects at the dawn and\\nthe sunrise under the earlier and the later shadows\\nof the morning when the midday blaze has made\\nit all dreamy as an ocean unmoved as the shadows\\nlengthen upon it in the evening as the gloom of\\nthe twilight gathers over it. To see it in its great-\\nest sublimity, you should be here when, bare of leaf,\\nand all rugged in its disclosure, it is terrible with\\nthe howling storms of winter storms sweeping\\ndreadfully both the heavens and the earth\\nYet, even in a half-hour s glance, much will be\\nwritten upon the mind that can never be effaced\\nand this dim spot, that men call earth, will be\\never after greatly dignified to your appreciation. A\\nscene thus ennobling, let us not pass away from it\\ntoo lightly. Let us portray it, even though it be\\nwith such indistinct limning as the few moments we\\nloitered at the toll gate will enable.\\nYou are at such height here at the gate, that as\\nyou stand looking eastward, there is nothing to\\nbound your vision but your natural horizon. You\\nare above the whole scene and looking over it, you\\nmay be said to look down over it. You command\\nit all, to the extent of the power of the eye. Far\\nbelow you, some thousands of feet, is a wood-em-\\nbosomed dell, with an open farm every liere and\\nthere spotted along it, looking at this distance like", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 THE BLACK WATER CHEONICLE.\\npatches of wild meadow and glade in the midst of\\nthe vast forest around. Immediately beyond rises\\na bold and rugged mountain, whose craggy top is\\nindented like the battlements of a castle, and whose\\nsides sweep down, dark with firs and hemlocks, and\\nevery variety of pines, to the edge of the deep val-\\nley. Looking to the right, the mountains are bro-\\nken and irregular, as if they had been tossed and\\ntorn to pieces by some mighty upheaving of the\\nearth, and had thus fallen scattered about in con-\\nfused, giant masses: some elegant and majestic as\\nthe star y-pointed pyramid some grand and\\nmassive as the proud bulwark on the steep oth-\\ners of huge, misshapen bulk the Calibans of the\\nwild and others, again, so grotesque of form, that\\nthey seem to have been moulded by the very genius\\nof Whim the Merry- Andrews of the Alleganies:\\nand all yet beautiful and soft to the eye, with the\\nsoftening hues of summer these summer hues pro-\\nducing the same effect here that time has wrought\\nupon the rugged feudal castle, as so beautifully de-\\nscribed in the verse of Mason\\nTime\\nHas moulded into beauty many a tower,\\nWhich, when it frowned with all its battlements,\\nWas only terrible\\nOn the left the scene is in strong contrast with\\nthe grand and grotesque mountains we have just\\ndescribed. Here, along the steeps of the Allegany,", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 41\\nyou catcli picturesque glimpses of the winding liigh-\\nway and, again, you see it boldly emerging from\\nthe woods at the base of the mountain, and sweep-\\ning on through the open vale, and by the banks of\\nthe silvery stream, down past the embowered house\\nand cultivated lands of Reese on and away,\\nuntil it turns off, and is lost in the mountains. This\\nlittle valley, which but this morning we traversed\\nin part, now stretches itself out so far before us that\\nit grows indistinct and confused to the sight its\\nfields so diminished in size that they look like\\ngarden-beds the winding stream that threads it\\nseeming but a waving line of silver. The picture\\nhas all the delicacy of a scene in miniature, and\\nthere is a witching summer-softness over it all as\\nof the beauty and the sheen of a voluptuous woman,\\nor (if you prefer it) of a ripe peach. Further over\\nin the mountains is a wider and more open valley,\\nthat seems from here almost a plain, and so hazy\\nand indistinct are its outlines, that your imagination\\nexerts its fanciful power, and you see dimly\\nvaguely towers, and temples, and mighty domes,\\nrevealing themselves before your eyes, as if some\\nlordly city was about to grow up upon the plain by\\nenchantment. Turning again, and looking straight\\nforward, eastwardly, whence we came, and lo\\nwhat ideas of vastness crowd upon the mind for it\\nis all one vast sea of mountains, as far as the eye\\ncan behold\u00e2\u0080\u0094 range beyond range ever appearing", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "42 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nheaviiis: like the blue waves of some immense sea\\nwave following wave in endless succession; for\\nyour horizon being bounded everywhere by moun-\\ntains, to the imagination there is no limit, and all\\nbeyond is wave after wave of the same giant sea.\\nGazing upon this noble scene, the prior of St.\\nPhilips grew excited his eye dilated his soul\\nwas all ablaze and no longer able to hold himself,\\nhe stretched forth his right hand and gave tongue\\nas follows\\nGentlemen, I see into it all now, and if our\\ninvasion of the Alleganies effects nothing else I\\nshall go home satisfied. Our mountains have been\\ngreatly slandered most vilely traduced by the\\ncockneys; and beholding this mighty scene, I m\\nlost in wonder that some man with a large enough\\nsoul, hasn t long since put them right before the\\nworld.\\nThat s right, stick it into them, Prior give it to\\nem. County, you re the man to do it.\\nPut to route and everlasting shame the whole\\ninsolent and conceited herd.\\nHash them, slash them,\\nAll to pieces dash them\\nLet them have it as Tom Hyer gave it to Sul-\\nlivan.\\nDress their jackets genteely. Prior.\\nDont spare either age, sex, or condition.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED.\\n43\\nBegin\\nOinnes conticuere iutentique ora tenebant,\\nSic\\nSic who He dont want any sicking, let liim\\ngo on.\\nSilence being restored, and the rage of the expe-\\ndition against the cockneys a little mollified by the\\nsteam it had let off, Mr. Philips plunged epic-wise\\ninto the middle of things.\\nIf I were called upon, gentlemen, to say what\\nwas the great especial characteristic of our Ameri-\\ncan mountains, I would reply at once, their immen-\\nsity\u00e2\u0080\u0094not the immensity of size, but of extent\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthat they fill the mind with the same order of\\nsublime emotion that the ocean does, with this\\ndifference, that the sublimity, though alike in kind,\\nis higher in degree.\\nGood, good\\nHow clear he is\\nThe mountain sea is the actual sea enlarged to\\ngiant proportions. Standing here as we do now,\\nand gazing out into the blue waves flowing in\\ntoward us from the distant horizon, I want to know,\\ngentlemen, what sort of a ship would that be, to\\nwhich these waves would rise mast-high?\\nWhat sort indeed\\nYes, you may well ask what sort not such, I\\ntake it, as sailed of old out of Tarsus and Tyre, cal-\\nling forth the deep wonder of Solomon; not snch", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "4A: THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nas swept tlie seas under JSTelson at Trafalgar or the\\n]^ile not such, even, as those that now sail under\\nthe star-spangled banner that heaven-symbolized\\nensign challenging the wonder of all mankind;\\nnot even leviathan, gentlemen, now in dock at\\nPortsmouth the Pennsylvania. JSToah s ark, when\\nit rode the highest wave of the deluge the merest\\ncockle-shell as it must have seemed in those mighty\\nwaters, would be a merer cockle-shell in these.\\nFine. How figurative is his style\\nLike Jeremy Taylor s!\\nSomething of the massive grandeur of Bishop\\nHooker s\\nAnd the perfervidtim of Milton s, with a dis-\\ncriminating infusion of the swash-buckler.\\nAnd yet, gentlemen, continued Mr. Philips,\\nknitting his brows, and cojicentrating his eyes to a\\nfocus, as if the object of all his bile stood before\\nhim, and yet, though of such grandeur are these\\nmountains, filling the mind with such nobility of\\nthought, what means all this disparagement that is\\nsputtered forth against them by the whole herd of\\nmodern travellers, abroad and at home, with some\\nfew honorable exceptions, who talk such downright\\narrant nonsense about them\\nHow efiPectually he puts a question!\\nWhat a fool-killer he would make\\nThe old Silenus riding an ass! Lambaste him\\nwell, Guy, while you re on him", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 45\\nIt is the burden of all these cockneys, gentle-\\nmen, and particularly of the John Bull, our cousin-\\ngermain, that our mountains are poor concerns.\\nWhy Because (say these gentlemen fresh from the\\nland of Cockaigne and thereabouts) when you have\\nlabored and toiled for half a day to get to the top\\nof the highest Ararat or Taurus you can find, you\\ncan see nothing but endless mountains before you,\\nand always in the farthest distant some giant higher\\nstill than that whereon, half-dead in climbing it,\\nyou foolishly expected to behold both the Atlantic\\nand Pacific oceans.\\nHow he accumulates it upon them!\\nPiles the agony\\nWood up. County!\\nThrow in the bacon sides\\nAnd not true this, even in fact, but miserably\\nuntrue. Why, look aroimd you here as you stand.\\nThe refutation of the foolish nonsense is before your\\neyes. What are all these valleys, great and small\\nwhat all these dells and gorges, chasms, defiles,\\npasses-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 these streams and rivers, rivulets and rills.\\nLook at that drove of fatted beeves, winding yonder\\nover the Knobley the long column seemingly in-\\nterminable. What have you to say to that lordly\\ncity of the far mountain plain, with all its towers\\nand domes its vast palaces looming up to the eye,\\nand looming larger as you concentrate your gaze\\nvisible only, it is true, to the imagination, acted", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "4:6 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nupon through the deceived sense, but yet a nobler\\ncity than was ever built by ha^nds\\nHold on, Prior, let s hear that again\\nDont speak, Trip he s about to touch on some-\\nthing profound.\\nAnd if such seeming cities, gentlemen, natur-\\nally arise to the eye here in the mountains natur-\\nally, because the result of natural causes, what\\nthough in absolute fact there is no city there\\nwhat if it is illusion all in my eye, as the vulgar\\nsay It is only the reasoning mind that tells you\\nthis. The imaginative mind tells you there is a\\ncity one part of your intellectual organization\\nsays there is not, another part tells you there is, and\\nwhich do you believe Most undoubted, as far as\\nthe present picture is concerned, the one that tells\\nyour sense that there before you stands the city.\\nAnd there, to all intents and purposes, it does stand\\napparent before you, in all its magnified glory,\\nsuch as was never built by human hands, such as\\ncan only be built by human brains, and those of the\\nnobler order a city up to the standard of the new\\nJerusalem, if your imagination is of the order of\\nSt. John s.\\nDon t go in any deeper, Prior, or the subject\\nwill swim you.\\nDevil the bit, its good wading all about where\\nhe is.\\nAll this repeated cant, therefore, about our", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED.\\n4:7\\nAmerican mountains is not true in point of fact.\\nBut what if it were?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes, gentlemen, what if it\\nwere? And this question brings me to the gist\\nof the matter. According to the very statement of\\nthe cockneys, upon their own showing, the view\\nnow before them, is one that fills -the human mind\\nwith ideas of the highest sublimity for what, to the\\nman of the largest comprehension, can be more im-\\npressively vast than this same immensity of moun-\\ntain ocean that everywhere presents itself to view,\\nwith all its heaving, interminable, giant waves!\\nThere you have knocked the swords out of the\\nhands of the puny whipsters!\\nKilled them dead\\nDead as Julius Csesar\\nIt s a slaughter of the innocents\\nIt reminds me of the setting down Ulysses gave\\nThersites in the Grecian camp\\nIt s great spouting\\nA whale s\\nSwamping the pigmies in a deluge of ocean\\nbrine\\nWhat a senator he would make! how they\\nwould crowd the capitol when he let himself out\\nHe s rather high-strung, I think, for the modern\\ndemocracy\\nNot so, gentlemen, the very style and manner\\nof eloquence\u00e2\u0080\u0094 translucent, bold, free, combining\\nimagination with reason that has prevailed with", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "48 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nall wlio speak the English tongue, from the days\\nof Alfred the Great to the present time.\\nGentlemen of the expedition, resumed Mr.\\nPhilips, wiping the beads from his forehead, and\\nwith a self-sufficient air that would have done for\\nthe prince of Tyre, or Xerxes when he ordered the\\nsea to be chained, I think we have sufficiently\\nexplained the cockneys.\\nExplunctified em\\nAll to smashes. Prior\\nAt all events, gentlemen, I ve said my say\\nI ve spit my spite, and my soul is now tranquil.\\nWith a serene exaltation I can again gaze over\\nthese mountain Mllows. The scene is indeed sub-\\nlime I hear the mighty waters rolling evermore\\na sound as of the j^olicphloisboio thalasses is in\\nmy ear. What a manifold ocean Here on the\\nright is the classic Mediterranean: yonder mon-\\nstrous promontory in among those jagged moun-\\ntains is Scylla and wo unto the mariner, who,\\neager to avoid its dangers, falls into the neighbor-\\ning Charybdis s awful vortex What a going round\\nand round and round would be his and what a\\nswallowing up as he takes the suck down down\\nderry down, to the roaring music of the mael-\\nstrom. Oh gentlemen, bnt it would be grand\\nshipwreck over there. Here to the left, where the\\nshining valley sliows itself, is the sunny Archi-\\npelago and the Grecian isles and that grand city", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE COCKNEYS EXPLAINED. 49\\nlooming up from the waters is Athens or jou\\nmay have it old Troy or the glittering city of\\nConstantine, by the Thracian Bosphoras. There\\nto the north are those nncouth, boisterous seas, to\\nwhose mercy Francis Drake let go all that was\\nleft of the invincible armada. Here s the Horn,\\nand there s the cape of storms where you see\\nthe clouds gather. Yonder hazy point is Hatteras,\\nand that tall naked pine is the mast of some yankee\\ncoaster, wrecked upon its fatal sands. All before\\nme is the Atlantic; and down yonder, fast-founded\\nby the wide-watered shore, some fifty sea-leagues\\nhence, methinks I behold the lordly dome of our\\ncapitol, its gorgeous ensign peacefully flapping its\\nfolds over the land of the free and the home of the\\nbrave And yet the cockneys say these a n t moun-\\ntains\\nGod bless the star-spangled banner\\nAnd d d for ever the cockney or what not,\\nthat would disparage, in any manner, the country\\nover which it waves.\\nAt another time, gentlemen, observed the Sig-\\nner Andante, I could desire to add something to\\nthe glorification of our mountains, w^hich the Prior\\nhasn t condescended to touch upon it is in regard\\nto the sylvan majesty of their scenery, in wdiich\\nthey differ entirely from the European. You have\\nno idea how bare the mountains abroad appear to\\nour eyes, accustomed to these grand forests. In\\n3", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "50 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nconnection with this part of the subject, I would\\nlike to take the cockneys a turn or two, upon the\\nsplendor of the foliage in October the hues of all\\ndyes particularly the scarlet\\nThe leaves that with one scarlet gleam,\\nCover a hundred leagues and seem\\nTo set the hills -on fire.\\nBut we can t stay here all day. And the\\nsigner, without a word more, and with all that\\ndirectness and determination of manner that char-\\nacterized him, betook himself to his rheda all the\\nrest following the Prior a little whetted by the\\nexercise he took against the subjects of the king of\\nCockaigne.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "WINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 51\\nCHAPTEE Y.\\nWINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN MR. EDWAED TOWERS.\\nThe sun by this time is riding nearly midway in\\nthe skies, and we hasten on to the summit of the\\nmountain, seven miles up from its base. We have\\nclimbed the mighty Helvelyn and, what is more,\\nwe have said our say in doing it, to the honor and\\nglory of the land, and the confounding of its ene-\\nmies, their aiders and abettors. Here you gaze over\\nthe plateau of the wide Allegany ranges some\\ntwenty miles across by the road and far in the dis-\\ntance you behold the Backbone the Taurus of the\\nbelt down whose rugged sides the waters flow\\neast and west into the far seas.\\nSome four or five miles on our way^ more or less\\ndescending, on the side of a long hill that slopes\\ndown to Stony river, we stopped for the middle of\\nthe day at a large stone inn, kept open to the world\\nby William Poole Bill Poole seems to be his bet-\\nter-established designation hereabouts from which\\nfamiliar and easy manner of indicating him and his,\\nwe take it he is a good fellow, a lo7i camerado, in\\nhis neighborhood. Mr. Poole was not at home, but", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "52 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nhe had left a big viceroy over his dominions, under\\nwhose lazy sway some broiling and frying was ac-\\ncomplished, that stayed a little that sacred rage\\nabout which we spoke in the beginning of this\\nchronicle. The hostler also was absent; and find-\\ning no representative of that very important official,\\nwe turned in and groomed our own horses and it\\nwas well done which sa3^s something as to the\\nvalue of being able to take care of yourself in this\\nwide world. We took our coats off, rolled np our\\nsleeves, and pitched in to the work, according\\nto the formula prescribed in the stables of Colonel\\nJohnson, of Chesterfield ^now dead and gone\\nwhose word was once law in all matters of hippol-\\nogy horse-talh the unlearned do call it.\\nThat hardihood, observed Mr. Butcut, as he\\ntwisted a fresh wisp of straw, which scales mount-\\nains, penetrates the wilderness, or subjugates the\\nbeasts of the chase, while at the same time it re-\\nfuses to exert itself upon the needful well-being of\\nyour horse, is but little to be commended.\\nRight, Doctor Johnson\\nThe great Cyrus, said Doctor Blandy, did not\\nthink it beneath him to exercise his care over the\\nelephants he took with him on his expeditions.\\nIn Egypt, Kapoleon always took special care\\nof the asses when he went into battle, said Trip-\\ntolemus.\\nKing Richard II., Shakspeare tells us, fed roan", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "WINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 53\\nBarbary with his own hands, put in the Prior, ta-\\nking a long breath.\\nIf I am not mistaken, said the artist, I have\\nread it in the Iliad that Andromache herself fed\\nHector s horses\\nTo be sure she did said Trip, and with grain\\nwhich she steeped in wine.\\nWhat is more directly to the point? observed\\nBlandy. Let me remind you, gentlemen, of the\\npersonal care bestowed by Dugald Dalgetty upon\\nGustavus.\\nEnough, said Mr. Butcut. That man is little\\nto be envied who does not feel himself all in a glow\\nat having accomplished the generous labor of rub-\\nbing down his own horse. To my mind, it is an\\nevidence of a princeh^ disposition. ^Nothing, indeed,\\ncan be more honorable when you can get nobody\\nelse to do it for you but if I rub my Gustavus\\nagain, if he never gets a rubbing, I hope I may\\nnever reach Winston! And Peter threw down\\nhis wisp, and washed himself in the horse-bucket,\\nafter the manner of a hostler.\\nWith such like stable-talk of which the above\\nis but a small sample we finished the rites, and\\nleft our Gustavuses to the enjoyment of their oats.\\nIn due course of time we once more encountered\\nthe road and after a drive of some twelve miles,\\nover the undulating tops of this wide belt of mount-\\nains, down their gorges, through the passes, by fixrms", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "54: THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nlately cleared and green with wild timothy, blue-\\ngrass, and white clover the natural growth of these\\nline grazing regions we at length crossed the Po-\\ntomac, and, winding up a long, fair sweep of hill,\\nslackened rein before the gates of Winston.\\nIt was somewhere about five o clock when we\\nwon the stone, having driven some forty-three miles\\nsince we left the pleasant town of Romney in the\\nearly morning forty-three miles of such delightful\\ntravel as can hardly be found elsewhere within our\\nborders.\\nWe hailed our resting-place with divers and man-\\nifold exclamations of surprise and delight, which\\nbrought the alert Towers to the hostel-gates, in a\\nvery broad-brimmed straw hat, stuck all over with\\nfishing hooks and lines. The castle of Winston\\nstands, like the castle of Eichmond, fair on the\\nhill and although it did not greet our eyes with\\nthe feudal grandeur of Norham with warders on\\nthe turrets, donjon-keep, loophole grates where cap-\\ntives weep, and the banner of St. George flapping\\nidly in the breeze, as that famous hold met the gaze\\nof Marmion and his train as they came pricking\\no er the hill, yet it looked cheerful and pleasant\\nenough had an air of something even like elegance\\nas the western sun shed its splendor upon it. The\\nporches with which it was arrayed imparted a look\\nas of something bedecked, ornate, and gay, like\\nDelilah, Samson s wife, this way sailing. Above", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "WmSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 55\\nall, it filled the mind perforce with comfortable\\nthoughts of the mountain-breeze, as it spread itself\\nout on the brow of a commanding hill a grand\\nhill, that stretches down for half a mile in bold,\\nlawn-like sweeps, to the Potomac the river here\\nflowing along in all wild beauty, some twelve or\\nfifteen miles below where it emerges, a wimpling\\nrill, from the slopes of the Backbone.\\nThe castellan or governor of Winston, Edwai-d\\nTowers, Esq., met us at the portals, with evident\\ngladness in his heart. Right away, he called for his\\nright-hand man Andrew^, and proclaimed loud and\\nquick his edicts in regard to horses, carriages, lug-\\ngage, everything; every here and there something\\nescaping his tongue, imprecatory of his or Andrew s\\neyes, or other parts of their bodies, snch as their\\nlights or livers, and even their diviner parts his\\nmovements all the while in just keeping with his\\nutterance, being wiry and terrier-.like, up and down\\ninstead of longwise energetic, sudden\u00e2\u0080\u0094 just such\\naction as hooks a trout without fail, and accounts\\nfor the governor of Winston s great reputation in\\nthese parts as a fisherman.\\nWalk in, gentlemen, said Mr. Towers walk\\nin, walk in. Aha well, indeed, you are here at\\nlast! Looked for you all day yesterday. Devil\\ntake me Where did you come from to-day, gen-\\ntlemen\\nFrom Eomney.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "56 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nBy this time! Where did you dine not at\\nKeese s? Perhaj^s you had something with you?\\nWe stopped back here some twelve miles, at a\\nlarge stone house on the side of a hill.\\nAt Poole s Bill Poole s. He went up above\\nhere to-day, fishing, d n his eyes\\nHow are the trout, Towers\\nThere s nothing else in the water! I just took\\nAndrew yesterday evening, and went up to the falls\\nof the Potomac slept out all night on the hem-\\nlock and by breakfast-time this morning got home\\nwith over two hundred How many, Andrew\\nYou re right.\\nYes, two or three hundred. Devil take me, if I\\ncouldn t have caught a three-bushel bag full as easy\\nas not!\\nThis information was somewhat exciting, and gave\\nrise to a desire, on the part of the more impressible\\nmembers of the invasion, to commence demonstra-\\ntions against the enemy forthwith. With this view,\\nDoctor Blandy inquired of Towers the distance to\\nthe falls.\\nAbout eight miles, answered the castellan qui-\\netly.\\nAnd how is the road\\nThe .road road, did you say! The middle of\\nthe river is the best road I know.\\nYou can t ride to them, then?\\nThere is a sort of a way over the hills, if you", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "WINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 57\\ncould find it. But that stops at the laurel, just be-\\nfore you come to Laurel run.\\nWhat s the laurel? asked Triptolemus, open-\\ning his eyes.\\nYou ll learn enough about it, Mr. Todd, before\\nyou leave here more than j^ou 11 care about know-\\ning, I reckon, observed Mr. Towers, with a smile\\nof superiority at Murad s ignorance of the laurel.\\nThe laurel, Mr. Todd, is the big laurel of these re-\\ngions, that borders all the streams; and it s about\\nas much as a man can do to get through it, let alone\\na horse.\\nUgh uh replied Trip which was a queer\\nsort of laughing chuckle that characterized that gen-\\ntleman upon all occasions.\\nIt was clear that the falls of the Potomac were\\nout of the question that evening and notwithstand-\\ning all manner of trout were leaping up and down\\nthem in our mind s eye, we desisted for the present\\nfrom any further investigations as to the way by\\nwhich they were to be reached.\\nBut, Towers, said Mr. Botecote, authoritatively,\\nthere must cei tainly be some place near here where\\nwe could have some pretty fair sport for an hour\\nor so. I would like to add a few fish to your sup-\\nper.\\nAt this announcement, Mr. Towers looked a little\\nastonished, and replied, confusedly for Peter s\\nmanner was something lofty and imposing", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "68 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nOh yes, certainly, Mr. 1 really didn t hear\\nyour name\\nBotecote, said Peter.\\nCertainly, Mr. Botecote I didn t think of that\\nI really thought now a couple of hundred might do\\nyou\\nYou started with two hundred, raised immedi-\\nately to three hundred may have four hundred\\nby this time and with all, Mr. Towers, I may pos-\\nsibly go to bed only tantalized with them.\\nIf there is one in the house this minute, there s\\nfour hundred, big and little May the\\nBe it so, then, Mr. Towers, and don t swear.\\nI ll lay me down here on this settle, and methinks\\nI ll take a nap.\\nTo-morrow, then, we ll begin the attack.\\nBright and early.\\nWhen the hunter s horn is first heard on the\\ngolden hills.\\nAnd I ll go with you, said Mr. Towers, and\\nshow you the ground. We ll make a day of it\\nfish up to the falls and back. Those that don t want\\nto go so far, can stay below here at some pools in\\nthe river. There s one pool that I call Ashmun s\\npool, after Mr. Ashmun of Massachusetts. May be\\nsome of you know him. Devil take my lights now,\\nif he didn t pull out of that pool a basketful One\\nof them weighed a pound and a half; if it didn t,\\nyou may drown me", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "WINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 59\\nUgli iih exclaimed Triptolemiis.\\nJ^o doubt about it, resumed Towers. You see\\nhe fished with the fly, which is a sort of curiosity\\nto our fish, and rather takes em in for a little while.\\nBut give me the worm, after all.\\nYou fish with the worm, then, Mr. Towers?\\nYes anything I can lay my hands on.\\nDid you ever try the bug?\\nThe bug? what s the bug?\\nThe Prior there has one. You ought to see it\\nI venture to say that every large trout in the stream\\nwill make at it.\\nWhat s it like asked Towers.\\nHere s a likeness of it, replied the artist, ta-\\nking out his pencil, and drawing a rather exagger-\\nated caricature of it.\\nDevil take me, exclaimed Mr. Towers, if it\\nwon t scare the biggest trout that ever swam the\\nPotomac That thing Why, what sort of a bug\\ndo you call it?\\nIt s called the trout hum-bug, said Peter.\\nWell, gentlemen, 1 had thought that may be I\\nmight some time or other try the fly, and see what\\nI could do with it but if ever you get me to at-\\ntempt that thing, may the But there s no use\\ntalking about it. Come along, Andrew, and get\\nout some oats for the horses. The best oats you\\never saw, gentlemen. Hustle, Andrew! hustle\\nalong", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "60 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nAnd so away hurried the castellan, with Andrew\\nafter him Towers going off with a vehement, per-\\npendicular movement, like one of the old grasshop-\\nper engines on the railroad, when under a great\\npress of steam.\\nI think the Prior s bug was too much for our\\nhost, observed the artist.\\nHe s a worm-fisher said Doctor Blandy dis-\\ndainfully. If I were you. Prior, when I got my\\nbug out to-morrow, I wouldn t let him come on the\\nsame side of the river with me.\\nWhat a remarkably high mover he is! said\\nTrip.\\nIf the governor of Winston s performance comes\\nanywhere near the promise of his speech and move-\\nment, we shall fare well, both man and horse. And\\nthis fair promise was not broken to the sense it\\nwas fairly kept. The oats were as fine as ever grew\\nheavy, polished, hard, plump, and golden and\\nAndrew was only too liberal in dispensing them to\\neach whynnying and pawing horse. As for our-\\nselves, Gil Bias and Scipio ate no such supper in\\ntheir retreat at Lirias. Fifty fine trout, all beautiful-\\nly embrowned, and like Ate, hot from the flames\\nbelow, came and went, and came and went again\\nand so lightly did they sit upon our bosom s lord,\\nthat it seemed all illusion the insubstantial and\\npageant supper of a dream to divest the mind of\\nwhich fallacy, nothing but the appropriate disposi-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "WINSTON AND ITS CASTELLAN. 61\\ntion of a series of venison-steaks could suffice. A^-\\nter some protracted effort, however, in this way, the\\nilhision was finally driven out from the mind, and we\\nwere happy in the content of the succeeding hours\\nhours spent in dreamy silence, or in easy conver-\\nsation upon subjects appertaining to the gentle phi-\\nlosophy of Epicurus. And so, without a disturbing\\nthought, indolently reclining around, we whiled the\\ntime away.\\nThus passing the first hours of the night, at length\\nwe went to bed; and while yet conscious of bliss,\\nsleep mingled itself stealthily in with the visions of\\nthe mountains and the rivers that were passing in\\never-changing procession over the brain each vis-\\nion growing more indistinct as the long procession\\nswept on until at length, with the splash of some\\nleaping trout in your ear, and his bright colors\\ngleaming in your eye, sound and sight were gone.\\nSuch is the sleep of those who travel high mount-\\nain-regions, or sail the salt seas in temperate climes.\\nSuch was at first the sleep of Uiis expedition, light\\nas the early mist on the river. But, by-and-by, its\\nfolds descended more heavily upon us heavy as a\\ncloud; and then it became musical ravishing the\\near of night with a varied harmony, a concord in\\ndiscord of flutes, and soft recorders, and horns\\nthe loud bassoon, with every now and then a turn\\nof the hurdy-gurdy, and sometimes the drone of the\\nbagpipe. Kossini is said to have caught the idea", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "62 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nof tlie song of the barber, in his great opera, from\\nthe braying of an ass. Had he heard this sleep, a\\nfar more wonderful strain would have streamed\\nforth beneath the fingers of the immortal composer\\nNo Lilliputian slumber shall this chronicle record\\nit, if I can help it but rather that such as swelled\\ngrandly forth upon the night air, nightly, through-\\nout the Brobdignag realms", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 63\\nCHAPTER YI.\\nTHE BLACKWATER INVASION DETERMINED UPON.\\nThe head fountain of the Potomac rises high on\\nthe eastern side of the dividing Allegany ridge, not\\nfar below the cone of the mountain, and near the\\nboundary-stone planted by Lord Fairfax to mark\\nthe farthest limit of that princely territory embra-\\ncing all the country lying between the waters of the\\nPotomac and Rappahannock rivers which he inher-\\nited as a grant from the British crown. The Potomac\\nis formed, in its very beginnings, by the union of sev-\\neral smaller springs with this head-spring, as they\\ndescend the steeps of the mountain. The little riv-\\nulet, pursuing its course aloni the base of the Back-\\nbone, is gradually augmented by the springs that\\nflow down in every direction through the ravines\\naround, until it attains a breadth of some thirty feet\\nat the small falls, about five miles below its source.\\nBelow the falls there are some eight or ten streams\\nmaking into it: the Big Laurel, Little Laurel, Sand\\nrun, and Shields s run, on the Maryland side the\\nHorseshoe, Buffalo run, the Dog s Hind-Leg, and\\nsome others, on the Virginia shore. This accession", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "6^1: THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nof little streams swells it into quite a sizeable mount-\\nain-river by the time it reaches opposite to Winston.\\nIt is here some sixty feet wide a clear, fresh, wild\\nstream, reflecting every pebble that lies in its bed\\nshaded by stately forests, and fringed with vines\\nand flowers. Of course, it is filled with trout and\\nalthough it is a good deal fished by those who fre-\\nquent here in the summer, yet it still continues to\\nyield up its treasure in sufficient abundance for the\\nconstant supply of the table at Winston.\\nFor two days we made unceasing war throughout\\nthis Potomac region, as far up as the falls. The\\nfirst day we brought in over two hundred fish, some\\nof them of fine size. The second day we took more,\\nhaving invaded some of the larger tributary streams\\nmentioned above. So it will be seen we had trout\\nin abundance.\\nWhen the third day came round, there was a gen-\\neral desire expressed, when we assembled at the\\nbreakfast-table, to foray in some new country. We\\nhad invaded the Potomac in all reason having in\\nthese two days pretty well gone over the ground\\nhereabouts. The mind of desultory man is still as\\nstudious of change, and pleased with novelty, under\\nour republican order of things, as it has been here-\\ntofore under the older polities of the world. Indeed,\\nit is a characteristic of our American Saxon, exceed-\\ning that of all others of the Saxon, or any other com-\\nbination. But where to go? that is the ques-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 65\\ntion. Mexico has been taken and where shall we\\nfind a Cuba? Some proposed an incursion into the\\nGlades, over about Snow creek, said to be unfre-\\nquented ground one was for the Evergreen-glades,\\nanother for the Oak-glades some for the lower Po-\\ntomac but there were rattlesnakes down the river,\\nit was said, and that was a damper. In this variety\\nof opinion, the indolent policy prevailed and it\\nwas determined to pass the day siih tegmine ram-\\nbling over the hills, and in the enjoyment of an\\neasy, lounging time of it about the porches of the\\ninn.\\nSitting on the long porch that fronts the river,\\nenjoying the cool breeze that seems always to fan\\nthese hill-tops, some mention, among our other talk,\\nhappened to be made of The Canaan, or wilder-\\nness-country, over on the head-waters of the Cheat.\\nIt so happened that one of our party had been told,\\nmany years ago, that this land of Canaan was as\\nperfect a wilderness as our continent contained, al-\\nthough it was not many miles away from the Glades\\non one side, and the long settled parts of Hardy and\\nEandolph counties on the other a country where\\nthe wild beasts of the forest yet roamed as unmo-\\nlested as they did when the Indians lield possession\\nof our borders a howling wilderness of some twen-\\nty or thirty miles compass, begirt on all sides by\\ncivilization, yet unexplored. This statement was\\nbrought to mind by the casual mention of the coun-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "66 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ntrj as we sat talking iipon the porch and it led to\\nmtich inquiry in regard to the wilderness. Our\\nlandlord, as soon as the subject was broached, en-\\ntered largely into it, and dilated upon the wonders\\nof the Canaan in very glowing terms. It was only\\na few years ago, he told us, that elk had been killed\\nupon its boundaries, not far from the settlements,\\nat a place called the Elk-lick. He said there w^ere\\ndeer in great herds so wild, that they were almost\\ntame. And, gentlemen, he continued, with great\\nanimation, if you can only reach the falls of the\\nBlackwater, you can take more trout in an hour\\nthan you ever took before in all your lives.\\nUgh uh exclaimed Triptolemus, with his\\nusual chuckle.\\nYou don t tell me so said Peter, with open\\neyes and mouth.\\nIf you say so, resumed Mr. Towers, we ll go\\ninto the countiy Andiew can take care of the\\nhouse and we ll have such fishing as was never\\nheard of. But understand now, gentlemen, you ve\\ngot to do a little of the roughest and hardest sort\\nof walkino; and climbino^. Then there s the Iaui-el\\nyou must go thiough. And you mustn t mind sleep-\\ning on heuilock, and in the rain too it s always\\nraining over on the Bone.\\nThis was only applying additional stimulus to the\\ndesire that had already taken possession of us, and\\nat all risks we determined to go on the mori ow, pro-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 67\\nvided we could secure the aid of two well-known\\nhunters of this region to lead us on our way. Ac-\\ncordingly, we despatclied a messenger to the house\\nof Joe Powell, wlio lived on the borders of the Win-\\nston property, with a request that he would get John\\nConway, another hunter, living some miles farther\\noff, and come down in the evening to see us. These\\nmen came over during the day, and it was all ar-\\nranged before they left us, that we would set off in\\nthe morning early for the Blackwater.\\nEverything being put in train for the expedition,\\nwe gathered together on the long porch toward\\nnightfall, and passed the time in much further dis-\\ncourse upon the Canaan commenting variously\\non the information we had gathered from Powell\\nand Conway, who had been out as far as the smaller\\nfalls of the Blackwater, hunting deer in the winter-\\nseason, but had never been at the great falls of the\\nstream the existence of which they only infeired\\nfrom the roar of water that filled the forest, when\\nthey were out there.\\nIn order that the reader may the better enter into\\nthe spirit of our wilderness adventure, we will take\\nthe liberty of introducing him more familiarly to\\nour party.\\nIn a large arm-chair, spread out to the extent of\\nhis bulk, with his feet resting upon a bench, and\\nleaning back against the railing of the porch, sat a\\ngentleman stout, ample, and muscular with a", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "68 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nhandsome face, rosy with bloom, and a pleasant\\ntwinkle of the eye, that told of the mirthful charac-\\nter of his mind. Just now, though, hi s countenance\\nwas grave and thoughtful. Rattlesnakes seemed to\\nhave taken entire possession of him, ever since we\\nhad determined upon our march into the wilder-\\nness and presently he put the following question\\nto Mr. Towers, with great emphasis\\nDo you think, Mr. Towers, that my big fishing-\\nboots that very big pair, with the red tops, hang-\\ning up against the wall will save me against the\\nbite of a rattler?\\nOh, bless you, Mr. Butcut, there are none in\\nthese hills. If there were, I can assure you, sir\\nmay I be hang-danged if I would live here a single\\nday not even to own Winston! A rattlesnake,\\nsir, has never been seen higher up this way than\\nsome two miles below yonder, at the foot of that\\nmountain and then only one and he had to clear\\nout. It don t suit em up here. Seven miles off\\nyonder, on the side of that mountain, there is a den\\nof them where there are a plenty so thick, you\\ncan smell em. But they stay down in that region,\\nand never come up this way.\\nThat s what Powell says for I took him one\\nside, and asked him particularly about them. I\\nthink I would go into a fit if I should happen to\\ntread on one of the blasted reptiles\\nMake yourself easy about them. I pledge you", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. G9\\nmy lion est word, there a n t aii}^ up here. The coun-\\ntry s too coolj or something or other, for them. The\\ndevil take me but I believe if I was to see one of\\nthem, I would jump clean out of my skin! I m\\nmonstrously afraid of em and I confess it. I don t\\nmind a wild-cat he ll run from you nor a bear,\\nunless it s a she-bear, with cubs and then look\\nout, I tell you But rattlesnakes and copper-heads\\nmy nerves, somehow, won t stand. If I might take\\nthe liberty you seem to have a little dislike to\\nthem yourself.\\nIf you would put on a pair of thick cloth pan-\\ntaloons, and draw on a big pair of boots outside\\nsuch as mine yonder. Towers I should suppose\\nyou would be safe from a bite.\\nI should hate to trust them any way rather not\\nbe struck at by them at all. Why, they have fangs\\nan inch long\\nWhat would you do, if one was to bite you\\nJust lie down and die give it up at once.\\nIN ot so, broke in the artist; no necessity for\\ndying at all. Take out your knife, and cut out the\\nflesh round where you re struck suck the wound\\nthen burn some gunpowder into it and you re\\nsafe enough.\\nDrink a pint or so of raw whiskey or brandy\\nright off, observed the doctor, and there s no\\ndanger.\\nNot so much from the snake, may be.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "70 THE BLAOKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nIf I am not mistaken, I read an account, a year\\nor so ago, of an experiment made before the Frencli\\nphysicians, by which it was ascertained that a flask\\nof olive-oil was a certain cure of the bite. Two\\nconntry-people came in, received the bite of a viper,\\nswallowed a flask of oil each, and experienced no\\nother harm than a little drowsiness for a few days.\\nSwallow a good deal of sweet milk, said a coun-\\ntryman sitting by. I ve known that to cure a\\nman.\\nEan-de-luce, replied the doctor, rubbed on\\noutwardly, and taken internally to prevent coagu-\\nlation of the blood, would be good.\\nWell, now, said tlie countryman who spoke\\nbefore, for my part, I m more afraid of a copper-\\nhead than I am of a rattlesnake for he never gives\\nyou any warning. He s a night snake, too he ll\\nbite at night, and the other won t.\\nHow much olive-oil have you in the house?\\ninquired Peter.\\nI don t believe there s any, replied Towers\\nbut I ve got a plenty of castor-oil, if that would\\ndo.\\nHave you any fish-oil? asked Triptolemus.\\nI think we had better drive a cow along, said\\nAndante.\\nWhat wnnild you milk her in?\\nIn the frjnng-pan.\\nI am free to say, gentlemen, observed Mr. But-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON.\\n71\\ncut, tliat I have more confidence in the brandy\\nthan anything else and, as that is more at hand,\\nwe ll each take a flask with us, in case of acci-\\ndents.\\nThis proposition was readily assented to and\\nwith it the subject of the rattlesnakes was about to\\nbe dismissed but in the meantime the artist had\\ntaken out his pencil, and drawn a caricature of But-\\ncut pursued by a rattler his hair on end eyes\\n\u00c2\u00bb7t/\\n^.cTri^**^^-\\nwide nostril distended fishing-rod, with a big\\ntrout on the end of it, dropped and the rattler,\\nwith about twenty rattles on his tail, and his crest\\nraised ready to strike, in hot pursuit The carica-\\nThe castellan was both as-\\nIsn t it like him he\\nexclaimed, and broke out into what an old-country-\\nture was well enough,\\ntonished and delighted.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "79\\nTHE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nman of my acquaintance used to call an imhrurnpt\\nlaugh^ and took the drawing off to show it to his\\nwife. Returning, he looked upon the Signer with\\nmore of deference than he had been disposed to\\nshow him before. His countenance had something\\nof mingled wonder and delight as he fixed his eyes\\non him some such expression as a man of the mid-\\ndle ages might be supposed to wear on his face as\\nhe gazed upon some imposing magician or sorcerer\\nthat had just performed a wonderful feat of art.\\nThe rattlesnake terror had now altogether van-\\nished. The caricature had killed it efi ectually and\\nthe conversation took another turn.\\nTowers, what wild animals are there over in the\\nwilderness\\nPlenty of them bears, wolves, panthers, deer\\nin crowds some few elk, I reckon and otters,\\nand badgers all the animals that ever were there.\\nDo they ever attack you\\nNot unless they are particularly hungry, which\\ncan t be at this time of the year. Your fire at night\\nwill keep them away from you, any how though I\\nhave heard it said the panther has been known to\\nwalk between a party sleeping and the fire at their\\nfeet.\\nThat, I suspect, was a dream of some one who\\nhad gone to sleep with the wild beasts running in\\nhis brains.\\nYou have nothing to fear from the animals.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE INTASION DETERMINED UPON. 73\\nThe only thing you have to fear is losing your-\\nselves. But Powell and Conway are good woods-\\nmen and, besides, tliey have been partly in the\\ncountry. There is a story about, which I ve heard\\never since I ve been living up here, that a good\\nmany years ago a stranger went into the Canaan,\\nand was never heard of afterward. Years after,\\nthe skeleton of a man was found by some of the\\nhunters that had ventured furthest into the country.\\nThat s very pleasant information for us, Mr.\\nTowers. Do you think there is any chance of our\\nleaving our bones out there\\nEvery man runs his chance.\\nThe devil he does! Why, this Canaan is not\\naltogether more than some twenty or thirty miles\\nof country in length, and, I suppose, not wider.\\nHow could a man well get lost in that compass\\nOh, very easily. Why, in those mountains a\\nman could walk about for a week, from sunrise till\\nsunset, particularly if he got into a big laurel-brake,\\nand never at any time be Q.ve miles from where he\\nstarted, unless he blazed his way.\\nMr. Botecote mused somewhat seriously for a\\nwhile upon this information, but finally came to the\\nconclusion that the lost man and the skeleton was\\na fable, and that it was nonsense to talk about liis\\nbeing lost in any five miles of country. This\\nseemed to be the conclusion of the rest of us.\\nThere is some such legend always told by the bor-\\n4", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "74 THE BtACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nderers upon every wild country. But, again, such\\nthings are rather probable. Men have been lost\\nbefore in countries far less wild than the Canaan\\nturned out to be. However, we entertained no\\napprehensions of encountering anything worse than\\nsome endurable fatigue and hardship; and the con-\\nversation passed off into general pleasantry and\\nmerriment, in which the castellan of Winston came\\nin for a pretty good share of rather free raillery,\\naimed at those more prominent peculiarities, which\\nthe reader will by this time recognise as belonging\\nto him.\\nMurad the Unlucky, who had not said a word for\\nan hour, but sat with his lame appurtenance thrown\\nover the back of a chair, apparently drinking in the\\nconversation like mothers milk, now broke speech\\nto the following effect\\nWell, Mr. Powers, I ve just been thinking what\\na mighty talker you are you talk about like a\\nhorse I have at home runs. He beats everything\\nin the whole country but you can t rely on him;\\nhe won t keep the track.\\nWhy, you don t think so, indeed Devil take\\nmy lights, I thought I was slow\\nDon t you think you stretch it a little, Con-\\nners? said Murad, expressing himself a little\\nplainer.\\nEvery word true, Mr. Todd blast my eyes\\nand more too I haven^t told you anything.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMmED UPON. 75\\nWliat all that about the rattlesnakes, and the\\nbears, and the panthers, and elk, and such crowds\\nof deer, and especially that about finding the bones\\nof the lost man Ugh uh Here Murad mused\\na moment, and went on. Towels, are you any\\nrelation to the Conners down our way\\nIt must be observed that Murad, among his other\\nunlucky traits, had an unlucky way of confounding\\nthe names of all persons he encounteied a vice\\nof his intellectual composition that nothing could\\neradicate and so upon this occasion, Towers s name\\nwas mixed up in his mind with Powell s and Con-\\nway s the two hunters so inextricably, that he\\nhad none of them straight.\\nTo the Conners, did you say, Mr. Todd? The\\nConners Devil take me, if I ever heard of any\\nsuch people\\nWhy, as you are of the same name, I thought\\nyou might be some kin.\\nMay the devil blamenation if ever I saw\\nConners my name isn t Conners\\nThere you are. Trip at it again, said Peter,\\nwho seemed to take Murad under his especial su-\\npervision. I ll swear, gentlemen, he hasn t\\ncalled any single man, woman, child, or horse\\nanything by a right name, since we left home.\\nWhy, Triptolemus, Towers s name isn t Towels, or\\nPowels, or Conners, or anything of the sort. It s", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "76 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nTowers^ Towers^ Towers T-o-w, Tow e-r-s, ers\\nTowers!\\nWell, what s the odds said Murad. It don t\\nmake any such mighty difference. But you re\\nsome kin, a n t you, Powels?\\nWell, I dare say I am, if I only knew distinctly\\nwhich of my relations you mean. But what makes\\nyou think so\\nWhy, you talk so fast, and so much, that you\\nremind me of one Connel, a lawyer down our way\\na great pleader who can out-talk any man I\\never heard, until I had the pleasure of making your\\nacquaintance has a great gift of what they call\\nthe gab. You re a Virginian anyhow, a n t you,\\nTowels?\\nI don t know what he is now, but his ancestors\\ncame out of Babbleon, said the artist.\\nSuffered under the old Babbleonish captivity,\\nchimed in Galen.\\nFrom which the race haven t yet been entirely\\nredeemed, put in the Master.\\nWell, that s pretty well; but, may the devil\\ntake me, if I don t think some of Mr, Todd s an-\\ncestors must have come out of the tower of Babel\\nRight, said Peter right, governor. It s\\nthe only way of accounting for his confusion of\\nnames. And by the way. Trip, if you would bear\\ntlie tower of Babel in mind, it miglit help you to\\nget Towers s name right.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 77\\nIt wont do, said the artist. His mind is essen\\ntially a transposing one. He d have it the bowei\\nof Table!\\nI give it up, then, said Peter, and he threw\\nhimself back in his arm-chair, with an air of resig-\\nnation.\\nWell, but, gentlemen, said the doctor, in his\\nvery pleasant, gentlemanly manner (Galen was\\nvery deliberate when about anything like a witti-\\ncism, and having studied one out to suit himself,\\nsome time back, he was determined that it should\\nnot be lost, notwithstanding the conversation that\\nmade it appropriate had gotten away from him)\\nWell, but, gentlemen, said he blandly, and with\\na certain tickling sensation of picasure upon his\\ncountenance, this is letting Mr. Towers escape us.\\nWhen we were running him about Babbleon just\\nnow, and fixing upon him a Babbleonish extraction,\\nit occurred to me there must have been also some\\nof the old Greek blood in him.\\nHow do you make that out, doctor? said\\nTowers, smiling.\\nWhy, by tracing your descent, Towers, in part,\\nfrom the very famous old lawgiver of Sparta, Ly-\\ncurgus.\\nHow is that? Wlio was this Lycurgus? said\\nthe castellan, evidently very much flattered at the\\nidea of being descended from any man with a name\\nthat he didn t understand.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "78 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nHe was an old Greek, Towers a Lacedemoni-\\nan, said the Prior, taking up the doctor s idea\\nan old fellow named Cnrgus, one of the Curgiises\\nof Sparta a very remarkable family of people.\\nBut in the course of his life this old gentleman liad\\ntold so many stories, about one thing or another,\\nthat by way of distinguishing him from the other\\nCurguses, the people of his parts used generally to\\ncall him Curgus, the story-teller or romancer. The\\nlength of this designation, however, being contrary\\nto the genius of the Spartans, who were a people\\nof few words they shortened it by calling him\\nLie-Curgus, which after a while came to be his re-\\nceived name.\\nThere were a great many other distinguished\\nGreeks who acquired their names in the same way,\\nobserved the artist, there are the Liesanders.\\nAnd Lysemachus a condensation you per-\\nceive, of Lies Tie tnctkes us?\\nThe Greek genius is characterized, from the\\nearliest ages, by an aptitude for invention.\\nWhat monstrous fabrications some of those are\\nwhich Homer relates\\nDon t talk about them, said Triptolemus, my\\nback stings me every time I think of them. Tlie\\nwhippings that I ve had on account of them, are\\nreally horrible to think of.\\nWhat were you whipped for, Mr Todd\\nIgnorance of Homer, Mr. Towels; undoubted", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 79\\nignorance, sir clear clear as day not the least\\nmistake about it. But my ignorance of that\\ndifficult language, Mr. Connel was owing to my\\naversion to stories. Had Homer told the truth\\nabout the siege of Troy, I should have mastered\\nhim. You see. Towels, my feelings somehow or\\nother were born on the Trojan side and as soon as\\nI began Homer I knew^ it was all a Greek lie you\\nmay say, therefore, that I fell at Homer. But don t\\ndistress yourself at this little passage in my biogra-\\nphy I can assure you I haven t the same strong\\nfeelings in regard to your interesting account of the\\nCanaan, although I must say I don t exactly believe\\nall you tell us.\\nMay the devil roast my lights and livers, gen-\\ntlemen, if I don t begin to believe you really think\\nI have been stretching it a little about the Black-\\nwater. ISTow do you know I haven t told you half\\nI could tell you. The man s bones were found out\\nthere I saw em myself and for the deer, they\\nare just in thousands and as for bears, why one of\\nem had Andrew by the throat I mean, devil take\\nmy lights up a tree down here for an hour, one\\nday, not two miles from this house yes, on Win-\\nston and he shot him too didn t you Andrew\\nAnd if you find a rattlesnake out there, why, I ll\\njust give you leave to eat me, lights and all. As\\nfor the elk, I ll bring you a man, living not far fiom\\nhere, who will swear to you that he saw one him-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "80 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nse i that was shot, not more than three years ago.\\njNow I ll tell you what, gentlemen, I ll take an even\\nbet with any of you, that you get lost notwithstand-\\ning you ve got Powell and Conway with you two\\nas good woodmen as ever went into the woods.\\nI don t care if we do, said the artist, I ll fish\\nin the Blackwater in spite of my bones.\\nIf all the wild beasts of the wilderness howl\\naround my path, I ll stand by the Signor s bones,\\nsaid the Prior.\\nIf I could only feel certain about the rattle-\\nsnakes, said Peter, it would take off the only\\nweight on my mind. But between my boots and\\nthe brandy, I will defy them.\\nThe idea of driving a cow in for the milk cure is\\nabandoned, I suppose.\\nPut up a plenty of provisions, Towers. I can\\nstand anything better than starvation.\\nYes, gentlemen, and if you don t come back on\\nthe day you say, I ll get up a party and go in after\\nyou.\\nEight right; but I thought you were to go\\nalong, Mr. Powway.\\nThere you are again, Trip, its intolerable\\nabsolutely ridiculous. Will you never learn to call\\nhim Towers You have no idea how it disturbs\\nthe flow of the conversation.\\nI think, gentlemen, said Galen, delicately sug-\\ngesting it, that if Triptolemus would commit some", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE INVASION DETERMINED UPON. 81\\nverses to memory that had the word towers in\\nthem, he might possibly control this bias he labors\\nunder.\\nA good idea try it, Trip.\\nUgh uh said Murad, with his peculiar ejac-\\nulation. There you re too much forme again, I\\ndon t tliink I ever knew any in my life.\\nWell, then, gentlemen, we ll give him some.\\nBegin some one.\\nI will, willingly, said Peter.\\nDay sat on Norham s castled towers,\\nDay didn t, said the artist, it set on :N orham s\\ncastled steep that won t do. Try it again.\\nI have a glimmering of a line that ends with\\nhostile towers but I can t make it out exactly.\\nThe gentle Surrey, said Galen, and then stop-\\nped short.\\nWhat of Surrey?\\nI thought it was something about towers but\\nit isn t it s loved his lyre.\\nThat s it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that will do, said Trip, that will\\nremind me of him if you can find nothing better.\\nThere s a verse, gentlemen, said the Prior,\\nthat has something about towers hedight but I\\ncan t come at it. It ends with temples (md towers\\nhedight. Do any of you remember it\\nTowers bedight!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Towers be d d!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Lets\\ngo to supper, said the artist. And to supper we\\n4*", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "82 thp: blackwater cheonicle.\\nwent Towers bediglit or Towers be- what you\\nplease, leading the way, and altogether delighted\\nat the prominent figure he cut in the evening s\\nconversation.\\nThe supper had a subduing effect upon the viva-\\ncity of our spirits and so, with a due regard to the\\nBlackwater invasion on the morrow, we retired\\nearly to bed. The bright clear moon looked in aus-\\npicious through the curtains of our windows and\\nto the gentle lullaby of the Allegany night-breeze\\nwe fell fast asleep.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 83\\nCHAPTEE YII.\\nTHE DALE ON THE POTOMAC AND A SOMEWHAT PAR-\\nTICULAR DESCRIPTION OF THE ARRAY.\\nIt was somewhere about four o clock next morn-\\ning when we began to give out in sleeping and so,\\nlightly and airily, with gentle breathings, whisper-\\ningly, we now soon finished off the last delicate\\ntouches and roundings of our dreams about bears,\\nand panthers, and rattlesnakes, and lost babes in\\nthe woods (meaning tliereby ourselves), c., c.,\\njust as the early cock uplifted his clear clarion,\\nand roused his dame Pertelotte and all the attendant\\ndamsels of the roost from their slumbers.\\nHow finely our old first poet he who\\nleft half told\\nThe story of Cambuscan bold,\\nfamous Chaucer head of the English poet peer-\\nage has pictured the gallant chanticleer:\\nHis comb was redder than the fine corall,\\nEmbattled as it were a castel wall\\nHis bill was black, and as the jet it shone,\\nLike azure were his legges and his tone.\\nHis nails were whiter than the lily flower,\\nAnd like the burned gold was his colour.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "84 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nAnd how, with the soul of eloquence and poetry\\nhe makes him discourse hear again:\\nHe knew by kind, and by none other lore,\\nThat it was prime, and crew with blisful steven,\\nTlie soune, he said, is clomben up on heven,\\nTwenty degrees and on, and more y wis\\nMadam Pertelotte, my worlde s blis,\\nHerkeneth the blisful birddes how they sing,\\nAnd see the fresh flowers how they spring\\nFill is mine harte of revel and solas.\\nAnd again what a lordly cozener is our chanti-\\ncleer what handsome flattery of his dame and\\nwith what pleasant humor he trifles with the sex.\\nBut let us speak of mirthe, and stinte all this,\\nOf o thing God has sent me large grace,\\nFor when I see the beauty of your face.\\nYe ben so scarlet red about your eyen,\\nIt maketh all ray drede for to dien\\nFor all so sicker as, in principio\\nMulier est hominis in confusio,\\n(Madam, the sentence of this Latin is.\\nWoman is man s joy and man s blis.)\\nAnd then how like a prince royal in his port,\\nand gallant is he very much after the model of\\nHenry lY. of France, when in the midst of his\\ndames.\\nHe loketh as it were a grim leoun.\\nAnd on his toos he rometh up and down\\nHim deigned not to set his feet to ground:\\nHe chukketh when he hath a corn yfound,\\nAnd to him rennen then his wives alle.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "TIIE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 85\\nThe reader is now aware, that some time since,\\nthe early cock had proclaimed the morning. In\\nthe beautiful verse of Chatterton\\nThe feathered songster chanticleer,\\nHad wound his bugle-horn,\\nAnd told the early mountaineer\\nThe coming of the morn.\\nIt is now broad day, and the ruddy streaks are\\nbeginning to glimmer in the east. Up rise we, then,\\none and all, and shout aloud, For the Blackwater\\nThe doors and windows are thrown wide open, and\\nthe mountain atmosphere three thousand feet here\\nabove the sea is all about us and if you have\\nnever tried it, O unblessed lowlander you can have\\nno idea of its extremely animating powers there\\nare few things more stirring to both body and soul.\\nIt compels to many extravagances of both speech\\nand action. Especially it makes you sing, whether\\nyou can or not and so it was that, chanting songs\\nof the morning, we made our orisons to the god of day,\\nPhoebus Apollo, now emerging in all-unutterable\\nglory through the golden portals of the east:\\nThou splendid luminary honored, in some form\\nor other, by all the nations of old proclaimed prince\\nof the lights of heaven throughout all the realms of\\nChristendom worshipped by the barbarian, wonder\\nof the savage saluted in thy rising with the clash\\nof cymbals and gongs, and the flourish of trumpets\\nand horns, the roll of drums, and the roar of morn-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "86 THE BLA.OKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ningguns; man everywhere doing thee homage\\nin the old East, prostrate with slavish adoration\\nhere in the new West, standing erect (as I do now),\\nand with dilated chest, pouring out his soul in\\nhymns of praise, as befits his free-born nature!\\nGreat God-send of all mankind particularly of all\\npoets and orators filling the world with the grand-\\nest of the grandeurs of simile, and trope, and meta-\\nphor also at the same time usefully beneficent in\\nimparting both light and heat, without which this\\nearth would be about as dark and cold as a rat-hole,\\nand almost as fit to live in really the dim spot\\nthat a disconsolate philosophy would make it out\\nto be Beneficent and beautiful mystery such as\\nthou art here in thy rising over these broken and\\npiled-up AUeganies lighting up the grand counte-\\nnance of Nature around, as with the smile and the\\nglory of a god no wonder that all languages and\\ntongues, even from the Chaldee down to our mod-\\nernest Brother-Jonathan dialects, should be exhaust-\\ned in the utterance of such a worship. Good-\\nmorning, Mr. Towers. You seem to be in consid-\\nerable astonishment. Take a seat. The expedition,\\nthrough Mr. Butcut, is addressing the great lumi-\\nnary, whose gorgeous rising we take to be a happy\\nomen for our enterprise. Fountain of light and\\nlife! hailed by the choir of birds; encircled by\\nclouds of gold fair as a bride and fiery as a bride-\\ngroom thee to resemble thee! that w^as the", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 87\\nvery boy s first wish and proud desire, through every\\nvicissitude of fortune, amid the glitter of prosperity,\\nabove the tempests of mischance, to maintain an\\nundecaying splendor\\nAfter this address to the rising Splendor part\\nof which was made once before by Alcibiades when\\na banished man in Thrace at the court of King\\nSeuthes where, it will be remembered by the\\nlearned reader, he outdrank the w^hole barbarian\\ncourt the king, queen, princes, courtiers, warriors,\\nladies-in-waiting, and all thus fulfilling his match-\\nless destiny peerless in everything, even in these\\nwild Thracian orgies after this address to the great\\nluminary, we speedily arrayed ourselves, and forth-\\nwith appeared below-stairs, as respectable and pic-\\nturesque a set of outlaws in appearance as ever\\nrobbed a rich grandee of his gold, plundered mon-\\nastery or cathedral of old of its molten gold and sil-\\nver, or bore away shrieking maiden to the hidden\\nfastness in the forest.\\nIt was in this order that we began our march\\nTliree of us were on hoi*seback, with wallets hung\\nacross our saddles, containing the provant for the\\nexpedition which provision consisted of six large\\nloaves of bread some pounds of ground coffee\\nsugar about ten pounds of middling of bac ^n, to\\nfry our trout with a boiled ham salt, pepper\\nand that s about all. Cigars and tobacco to smoke,\\neach adventurer carried about his own person, to-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "88 THE BLACK WATER CHRONICLE.\\ngetlier with a flask of spirits to cure himself in case\\nhe was bitten by a rattlesnake, or perad venture to\\nprepare his system beforehand against any delete-\\nrious efi ects from the bite a somewhat unnecessa-\\nry precaution, indeed, since we were all pretty well\\nconvinced there were no snakes in the Canaan.\\nThree of us were afoot two of our original party\\nand Powell, one of the hunters he equipped, among\\nother things, with his rifle Conway, the other hunt-\\ner, we were to pick up on the way.\\nWe were to ride and walk alternately ride and\\ntie until we reached the end of the settlements,\\nwhich was as far as we could take the horses.\\nPursuing the Northwestern road some three miles,\\nwe reached the top of the Backbone ridge. Here,\\nturning at right-angles to the left, we followed a\\nmountain-road along the top of the ridge for some\\nmiles, which at length took its course along the\\neastern side of the mountain, gradually growing into\\na mere single horse-track, until we reached Con-\\nway s house, the last settlement in this direction.\\nHere w^e picked up Conway, with his rifle and fry-\\ning-pan and after a walk of some six miles or more\\nthrough a most noble forest of sugar-trees, the beech,\\nmaple, wild-cherry, balsam-firs, and hemlocks, and\\nover tracts of land wonderfully fertile, judging by\\nthe great size of the trees, and the growth of the\\nwild timothy uj^on one or two slight clearings we\\npassed through, we at length descended into a beau-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 89\\ntiful little glade more properly a dale in the mount-\\nains some three hundred yards wide and two or\\nthree miles long, where we were to turn out our\\nhorses to pasture until our return.\\nThis dale is girt round upon its edges by a broad\\nbelt of the Rhododendron commonly called the\\nhig laurel out here which makes the dale a safe\\nenclosure for keeping our horses for it is impossi-\\nble that a horse can make his way through it, so\\nthick and lapped together everywhere are its branch-\\nes. We had to enter it by a path cut out for the\\npurpose. When within, we barricaded the entrance\\nby piling up some young trees and brushwood\\n(which was equivalent to putting up the bars in a", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "90 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nfenced field), and rode on down the middle of tlie\\nwild meadow, tlirongli green grass, knee-high, and\\nwaving gently in the summer wind, until we reached\\na small stream, whose banks were overgrown with\\nosiers and other delicate shrubs. This w^as the infant\\nPotomac, destined before it reached the sea to expand\\ninto that mighty river on whose broad bosom whole\\nnavies may ride in safety or flame in battle and\\nalso famous all over Christendom for that it holds\\nfast-founded by its shores the capital of the star-\\nemblazoned republic. Here we halted and dis-\\nmounted took oif saddles and bridles turned\\nour horses loose and prepared ourselves to enter\\nthe untrodden wild that rose up before us, dark\\nwith the glimmer and the gloom of the immemorial\\nwoods\\nBefore the expedition moves, it is necessary that\\nwe should enter into a few particulars descriptive\\nof the adventurers in the new aspect in wdiich we\\nare about to present them to the reader.\\nBehold, then, at about one o clock in the day,\\nthe knights-errant of the Blackwater, in the middle\\nof this little grassy dale of tlie Potomac. Let us\\npoint them out to the reader by name, and in a gen-\\neral w^ay by character.\\nFirst, there stands before you a slight, elastic,\\nand somewhat gaunt gentleman, with a dark, con-\\ncentrated eye, sunk deep beneath a marked and\\nrugged brow. The expression of his face at pres-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 91\\nent is particularly indicative of that sort of energy\\nand determination of character, which is very apt\\nto make its possessor what is vulgarly called\\nhead-devil in all matters of feud, foray, or what-\\never enterprises that might be classed under the\\ndesignation of marauding all dare-devil achieve-\\nments. The imagination of the wilderness before\\nhim, has called into play these latent qualities of\\nhis nature. Tliis gentleman wears a beard, after\\nthe fashion of the middle ages, that has held undis-\\nturbed possession of his lower face for now some\\nfifteen years with all his present surroundings, it\\ngives him the look of a brigand as in a picture\\nmeet him in the streets of a capital, and it would\\nimpress you with the idea that he was a practition-\\ner of astrology, or some other occult matter may\\nbe some Italian philanthropist, or revolutionary\\nconspirator the friend of liberty all over the\\nworld, wherever liberty had a market his disdain\\nof a feather and all melo-dramatic show of appear-\\nance, precludes any idea of the Hungarian, as re-\\ncently impressed upon our minds. He wears a\\ngreen cloth cap, with a straight, projecting square\\nvisor to it, like the European military caps. An\\nold black coat, with gray pantaloons, and a pair of\\nrough boots with large red tops these drawn on\\noutside complete his dress. He has no small wal-\\nlet strapped to his back a blanket and a great\\ncoat rolled up constitute it. Around his neck is", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "92 THE BIACKWATER CHRONICLE:.\\nsuspended an artist s sketcli-book. In his right\\nhand is a frving-pan. This is our artist, the Signor\\nAndante Strozzi. Of course, he is of the ilhistrious\\nFlorentine family of that name, some one of his\\nancestors having escaped from the feuds and broils\\nof Italy, some centuries ago, and taken refuge on\\nthese shores. Tlie name has changed so much in\\nthe course of time, and one thing and another, here\\nwith us, that you would hardly recognise it, as it is\\nspelt and pronounced now in these days of demo-\\ncratic disdain of all things appertaining to a man s\\nname and lineage. We, however, his more learned\\nfriends, and not too extreme in our democracy,\\nchoose to call him, according to the old Italian spel-\\nling and sound Strozzi. There is a Dutch family\\nin rennsylvania, the Strodes, who are disposed to\\ntrace their origin in the same way from the Strozzi\\nbut this they have no right to do. The Strodes are\\nTeutonic in their descent they are the old Saxon\\nthe undoubted High Dutch Stride was the name\\noriginally. The Strides, Striders, Strodes, and all\\nthese, are of German extraction, and in fact the\\nsame people originally. Our friend is the true\\nStrozzi, however and he shows his Itahan origin\\nby the peculiar beard he weai*s, his love of and ge-\\nnius for the arts (^particularly those of painting and\\nmusicV and some slight brigandish characteristics\\nthat belong to him, which last make him a some-\\nwhat danirerotis antaixonist for man or beast to dallv", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON TIIE POTOMAC. 98\\nwith, and therefore one in every way tlic very per-\\nson for an expedition into the Canaan a man wlio\\nwonld hmgh a hear in the face, and take particnlar\\npleasure in pitching into a pantlier one wlio Avould\\nhe ahout as careless of conseqnences in any encoun-\\nter as either of these two hist-named gentk^nien\\nSo much for the Signor Andante Strozzi.\\nThat stout, thick-set, well knit gentleman, whose\\nmanner is somewhat eager, with lace in a glow,\\neye red, and mouth open look at him! lie is\\nlahoring at present under an undue quantity of ex-\\ncitement. The idea of the wilderness has electritied\\nhis system into intense sensation. His ideas are\\nexagi}:erated out of all hounds. Tie has just tinished\\nstrapping on his shoulders an immense wallet, big\\nenough for a mule to carry. But he looks stout,\\nand broad, and strong is well made and you\\nthink it is all right, and that he has generously\\nloaded himself according to his greater power.\\nWell, he ll be tested presently. This is the gentle-\\nman who had the pleasant conversation with Tow-\\ners yesterday, on the porch, about the rattlesnakes.\\nHe wears an old brown sack-coat. His boots are\\ndrawn on outside his pantaloons, and they are very\\nbig, and stout, and rough, and reach up to his\\nknees he bought them as a special defence against\\nthe rattlesnake. On his head he has a broad-\\nbrimmed, black, slouch hat. (h\\\\ liis shoulders lie\\nhas the aforesaid large roll. In his right hand he", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "94 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nhas a stick of laurel, witli portions of the root at-\\ntached, and which is as tall as himself. Tied to his\\nwaist behind is a bit of sheepskin w4th th6 wool on\\nit, that he may have something soft to sit down\\nupon when he rests himself in the wilderness. You\\nperceive he goes in for the conveniences of life. On\\nthe whole survey of this gentleman, you would say\\nthat he was the make and look of a man to lift or\\ncarry a heavy weight, or to pull up a sapling by its\\nroots to hit a hard blow; good at knocking down\\nand dragging out but not the best show of a man\\nfor a hard walk, or climbing mountains, or getting\\nwell through a half-mile brake of the rhododendron.\\nThis is Mr. Butcut.\\nThat thin, sinewy, hard, tough-looking gentleman,\\nresting himself upon his sound leg, which is his left,\\nand a-tiptoe on his right, which is his broken one,\\nshortened and stiffened at the knee, is Mr. Triptole-\\nmus Todd our Murad the Unlucky. In consider-\\nation of his lameness, it has been decreed that he\\nshall carry no burden yet of his own accord he\\nhas mounted Powell s rifle, the muzzle of which he\\nhas pointed right in among us but, as he is un-\\ndoubtedly the most heedless man in the United\\nStates, we have taken care that there shall be no\\npriming in the pan. This remarkable gentleman s\\nmind has been, somehow or other, impressed with\\nan extraordinary idea of the wonderful and amazing\\nin regard to the Fairfax stone, and he is now look-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THK POTOMAC. 95\\ning away off up the dale, as far as possible, to see\\nif he can t discover it. He has a confused idea in\\nhis mind that this Fairfax stone is the biggest thing\\nof its sort in the state of Yii-ginia; but he has no\\ndefinite idea about it it may be like the rock of\\nGibraltar, or the rock of ages it may be a basaltic\\npillar, like Lot s wife, or it may be a great, huge\\ntablet, upon Avhich some boundary hieroglyphics\\nhave been carved. Of course, therefore, he has no\\nvery definite idea of the sort of thing he s looking\\nfor. Just at this moment something vague looms\\nup before his intent gaze into the distance, and his\\nface is all ablaze with excitement as he exclaims,\\nstretching his long, sinewy arm far before him, with\\nhis fingers spread out, and all pointing difterent\\nways Fellows^ yonder s Fairfax s stone Mu-\\nrad is a light, wiry man, of some five feet ten\\ninches in stature and, without going into particu-\\nlars, we will only say of him that he has a look of\\nexposure about him, as if the heavens cold and\\nhot the suns of August and the snows of Decem-\\nber had been contending for him for many years,\\nwith such equal success, that neither of them had\\nbeen able to take him entirely. His dress is a very\\nindifi erent one. It is torn in several places already\\nand the fear is that before we get back he will have\\nnone of it, and that we shall have to paint him, or\\nrather stain him with the juice of berries, to pre-", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "96 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nserve him from absolute exposure fix him up like\\nPrince Yortigern\\nA painted vest Prince Yortigern had on,\\nWhich from a naked Pict his sire had won\\nTo tell the whole truth in regard to Murad, there\\nnever was a man that went upon an expedition of\\nany sort with so little preparation and under such\\nunlucky circumstances. He had but one suit of\\nwoollen clothes with him, all the rest being light\\nsummer linens, of no use here. His pocket-book,\\nwith some bank-notes in it, he left behind upon his\\ntable, and had only a small purse with some six or\\nseven dollars of silver in it. He had a note in bank\\nfor a thousand dollars, due three days after he left\\nhome, and for which he had made no provision\\nand, in the hurry of shaving himself to get off in\\ntime, he had cut a great gash in his cheek, which\\ngave him a look as of a sabre-cut received years\\nago at some such battle as Borodino or Waterloo,\\nor on Pompey s side at Pharsalia, where Csesar s\\nveterans aimed at the face. But enough of Mr.\\nTodd the reader will now be able to picture him\\nsufiiciently well for the purposes of this narrative.\\nThe next gentleman that we shall introduce is\\nDoctor Adolphus Blandy. You see him there over\\non the other side of this little rivulet, the Potomac,\\nin the act of taking an affectionate leave of that\\npowerful dapple-gray with the bobbed tail. He", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 9T\\nhas just imprinted a kiss upon the soft muzzle of\\ntlie gray. Ilis gentle heart is touched that Kinaldo\\nhas to be committed to the rude mercy of the wild\\nbeasts of Canaan for so many days and with a tear\\nof repentance that he brought him here, and a sigh\\nof regret that he has to leave him, has made his\\nfarewells half in fear he shall never see Kinaldo\\nagain this side of horse-heaven. The doctor is a\\nvery dainty gentleman, and given much to personal\\nelegance of life. He is equipped at all points. His\\nlarge boots come fully up to the knee, and they are\\nsoft and pliable, made of the best French leather.\\nHis doublet-coat is substantial, with many conveni-\\nent pockets, and fits him comfortably. He has a\\nquarter-dollar rough straw-hat, tied round with a\\nred riband in a good bow-knot. As he is near-\\nsighted, he wears a pair of gold spectacles. Blandy\\nis a large, fine-looking man, and he is of an easy\\nand gracious presence. There is a sort of disdain\\nabout him of the big wallet that he has strapped to\\nhis shoulders; he seems to feel that it should be\\nborne by a menial. He has evidently been trained\\nto a life of luxurious ease like Dives, has been\\nclothed in purple and fine linen, and fed daily upon\\ndainties. Ennuied with indulgence, he has come\\ninto the wilderness, to purchase, at the expense of\\nits hardships, a new zest to his existence a zest\\nwhich the fortune of his condition can not other-\\nwise afford him. But enough of Blandy. Let us\\n5", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "98 THE BLACKWATEK CHKONICLE.\\npicture to you another gentleman, remarkable\\namong the sons of men also among their daugh-\\nters.\\nThere, off at the edge of the vale, at the foot of a\\nbranching tree, stands one who is no bad idea of the\\nfamous knight of La Mancha, if you would only\\nsuppose the immortal Don to have been not quite\\nso raw-boned as history has recorded him. This\\ngentleman is somewhat tall, and of a loose and\\ndangling aspect, in keeping with the somewhat care-\\nless ease of his character. To look at him now, as\\nhe stands, you w^ould suppose him in the act of pro-\\npitiating the god of the wilderness with votive offer-\\nings for he has just finished hanging up on the\\nlowermost branches of that beautiful and fairest\\ntree all the saddles and bridles, and other horse-\\nequipments, ro welled spurs and whips, c. and\\nwith his large and lustrous eye heaven-eyed crea-\\nture, as Wordsworth calls Coleridge) resting in\\npleasure upon the picturesque grouping he has ef-\\nfected of them, you easily imagine him some deep\\nenthusiast of the forest, hanging his votive offerings\\nupon the wilderness-god s shrine. Lingering he\\nstops, absorbed in what he has done then turns\\nslowly away, and having reached the party in the\\nmiddle of the dale, he exclaims earnestly, Well,\\ngentlemen, I don t think the wild beasts can eat up\\nour saddles and bridles, spurs and whips, any how\\nno matter what they may accomplish upon our", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE DALE ON THE POTOMAC. 101\\nlike manner as Powell each with bis rifle and\\npoiicli.\\nBut we are dallying too long here in the dale\\nwe must up and away! Let us begin tbe march,\\nhowever, in ajiother chapter.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "102\\nTHE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nCHAPTER YIII\\nTHE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN.\\nPowell is in the lead followed by Conway, and\\nwe all start with a shout upon our walk jumping\\nthe baby Potomac with a bound, and falling into a\\nline of single file winding through the long grass\\nby a track made by the deer coming down into the\\ndale to drink. The Signer waved his frying-pan\\naloft, and shouted out gayly the burden of some old\\nhurrah song. The Master doubled up his hand and\\nblew upon it for a buglet. Peter capered along", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN. 103\\nnimbly, in dancing measure, like a fairy on the\\ngreen big wallet and all. Trip threw out his\\ngame leg, sweeping it against the tall grass, as a\\nmower sweeps his scythe. And the Doctor took his\\nlast lingering look of Kinaldo waved his lily hand\\nand sighed adieu\\nAdieu, for evermore, my love,\\nAnd adieu, for evermore!\\nThe horses snorted and plunged around us, with\\ntheir tails flung over their backs, and hovered\\nalong our line, until we came to the belt of laurel\\nthat girts the edge of the meadow, when they\\nwheeled, and left us to our fate and we them to\\ntheirs. In a few moments we were breaking our\\nway through the thick tangled branches of the\\nlaurel, and in mud and water half up to our knees.\\nBut we fought the way gallantly, and, gaining the\\nfirm groutid, began the ascent of the mountain by\\na winding deer-track the same we had followed\\nthrough the dale.\\nAbout half a mile up we halted by the little Elk-\\nlick a deep and wood-embosomed gouge as the\\nhunters called it in the side of the mountain, filled\\nwith black marsh-ooze, in which were little pools of\\nstagnant, saltish water. Here the boldest held his\\nbreath for awhile, in expectation of getting a shot at\\na deer. But whatever chance there might have been\\nfor this, it was soon destroyed by the loud outcries\\nof Mr. Butcut, who was yet some distance down the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "104 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nmountain. Presently that gentleman came up, with\\nhis face about the color of a full-blown peony, the\\nperspiration rolling down from him, and blowing\\nhard like an over-driven horse. Oh! I ll be\\nif I can stand tliis, he gasped out vehemently.\\nBy the Apostle Paul gentlemen (Peter is very\\nfamiliar with Shakspeare, and is the best amateur\\nactor of high tragedy in our country to-day had\\nhe gone on the stage early in life, he would have\\nundoubtedly acquired an unsurpassed name in our\\ntheatrical annals) By the Apostle Paul gentle-\\nmen, he exclaimed in a manner unconsciously\\ntragic, this mountain has cast more terror into the\\nsoul of Richard than he can w^ell endure. And re-\\nlapsing immediately into the commonplace, he went\\non. And don t you all know well enough, gentle-\\nmen, that I m rather thick- winded at best, and here\\nyou have fairly run away from me up this infernal,\\nall-fired hill, as you call it hill indeed Powell,\\nhow far are we from the top\\nNot more than a mile or so, I reckon, Mr.\\nButcut.\\nA mile or so! There it is I knew it would\\nbe this ^yaj. Fellows, let s turn back. This he\\nsaid bigly. It was received with a burst of derision.\\nLet me make a proposition. If you turn back I ll\\nagree to pay all the expenses of the expedition,\\nfrom home and back.\\nFiddle-de-de said one.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN. 105\\nDevdl take you and all expenses of all sorts!\\nsaid another.\\nIS-ot for your whole estate, in fee simple said\\na third.\\nm money can buy us! said Triptolemus.\\nHear me, gentlemen, said Mr. Butcut, entreat-\\ningly, of course I had no idea that the money\\ncould influence you. I didn t mean that. I ll give\\nthe money to any charity you may designate. And\\nPowell and Conway, I ll give you five dollars more\\nthan you were to get.\\nmt so said the artist, you shall do no such\\nthing\\nWe don t want anything more than was agreed\\nupon said both Powell and Conway.\\nUgh, uh! said Triptolemus. You advised\\nme not to come, did you\\nYou ll get along better, Peter, after the first\\nblow or two\\nThe acquirit vires eundo, will apply to you\\nafter awhile, But, don t entertain any despair!\\nI can t stand it, gentlemen, I tell you, and carry\\nthis load on my back\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I m no horse\\nIt will be perceived by the reader, that Mr. But-\\ncut made a very determined attempt to bi-eak up\\nthe expedition, here at the Elk-lick, but all to no\\navail. His mutinous designs were promptly crushed\\nin the bud. It being clear that nothing was to be", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "106 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\ngained in this way, he was determined that he\\nwould get rid of his burden.\\nWell, gentlemen, he said, laughing, I confess\\nthat I ve failed in my vigorous effort to turn you\\nback that s no go^ certainly of course I wasn t\\nin earnest. But really, seriously speaking, I m no\\nhorse, and can t carry all this load.\\nWhat s a blanket and a great-coat to a stout\\nman like you, two feet and a half at least over the\\nshoulders\\nIf you think it s nothing, suppose you just feel\\nit. Here he unstrapped his wallet, and handed it\\nround for inspection. It was, in fact, a great deal\\nheavier than any of us had imagined, large as it\\nlooked. So it was determined that he must be\\nlightened of his load. Accordingly the wallet was\\nunrolled and no wonder it was so heavy for\\ninstead of containing merely a single blanket and\\na great-coat, the blanket was found to be a large\\nnew double one, and in addition to this, there was\\nan old, thick- wadded coverlet of a bed, commonly\\ncalled a Yankee-blanket, that had been used as a\\nsaddle-blanket, until it had grown doubly heavy\\nfrom the grease and perspiration it had accumulated\\nin a long horseback service. Peter, very provident\\nof his creature comforts, with the intention of being\\nextra luxurious when in camp at night, had very\\nquietly, and unknown to the party, secured this\\ntreasure to his own use. It was really, therefore,", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE MAKCH INTO THE CANAAN. 107\\nno such great wonder that the first half-mile of the\\nBackbone had been too much for him. Such a\\nmountain is a pretty stiff encounter for a man of no\\nsuperfluous flesh, and the soundest lungs and so\\nthe lightest of us found it but a thick-set, stout-\\nbuilt, two hundred pounder of a gentleman, yet in\\nthe soft condition, and with not the best breathing\\napparatus in the world a butcut like But, will\\nattest the quality of his metal, whenever he at-\\ntempts to match himself against the Bone of the\\nAlleganies, and that, too, even though he has not\\na heavy-wadded blanket additional in his wallet.\\nThe reader will understand now, that the only\\nthing really the matter with Mr. Botecote, was that\\nhe had overloaded himself, as was intimated when we\\nwere down in the dale of the Potomac. So, hanging\\nthe discountenanced encumbrance upon a limb of\\nthe nearest tree, he took heart again, and once more\\ngrew animated with all the hope of the Blackwater.\\nCome, move on, men, he exclaimed, as he\\nstrapped on his shoulder his now diminished bur-\\nden. This is something like. I can stand it now\\nwith any of you. Move on, Powell.\\nAnd the expedition moved again. It was hard\\nwork in good earnest. But we went on up the\\nrugged steep, scrambling our way as best we could,\\nnow through the thick underwood, now in among\\ngreat masses of rock, and over fallen trees so de-\\ncomposed that they would not bear your weight,", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "lOS THl Kl \\\\rK\\\\V\\\\TKK OHKONIOI.K.\\nuntil wo roaohod what soomod to bo tho top ot tlio\\niiiountaiii. Horo thoso wlu woro I oroniost oallod a\\nhalt, and sat down to rost upon a mossy li^g duit\\niniboddod you tor about a toot. Tho otliors oanio\\nstrauLilinixin Triptolon\\\\us talliui; in, with liis arms\\nsproad out bot oro him, and his lauio log out in tho\\nair behind, as though it didn t bolong to him, and\\ncrviuir out tv? ho intohod in. I sav, follows, is this\\nFairfax s stono? Ugh uh lloro 1 ami\\nFairfax s stone said Peter, getting it out as\\nhis breath would allow. Fairtax wouldn t have\\nclimbed this hill for all the six millions and a half\\nacres of his inheritance. I take it he was a man of\\ntoo much sense. Heavens but Fm nearly gone!\\nHow tar are wo tVom tho horses. Powell\\nAbout two miles, I take it. Its about two miles,\\nConaway, up to here i Yes so I thought.\\n**Come, move on, men. There must be no muti-\\nnous oonvorsation indulged in. Peter s tor a revolt\\nagain. 1 see, said the Signer.\\nPeter was now rested, and he resented tho impu-\\ntation with many valorous words.\\nXo. gentlemen, no such tritle as this wilderness\\nshall prevent me trom tishing in the Plaokwater I\\nIt isn t more than two or three miles oli\\\\ Powoll. is\\nit! And down hill, vou sav, from hereT\\nWo are over the worst of it uinv, ^fr. Putout.\\nSiiid Powell.\\nMove on men move on men, said Peter,", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THK \\\\fAl J:jJ INTO THK CANAA.V. 1 OCi\\nbijt don t go too faat I rn afraid Afr. Todd can t\\nkeep Tip with us.\\n**Ugh ah! Never mind me, I can get along\\nwith any of yon. And here Trip pitched over a\\nrock and disappeared fhis game leg la\u00c2\u00abt; into a\\nthicket, langhing onthiHu^k uh and pre^iently\\nhe came intr -line again, aa if nothing had occurred\\nmore than he looked for.\\nThe wilderness was growing wilder. We had,\\nsome time Bince, IffHt all trace of anything like even\\na deer-path. Still, pleasantly, and in fine apiritg,\\nwe pnrsned onr way. Now we had to climb some\\nBteep hill-side, clinging to the nndergrowth to pnll\\nonrselves np, and now we wonld come up again.st\\na barrier of fallen trees some of them gix feet high\\nas they lay along the gronnd, and coated with rno^.s\\nhalf a foot thick some so decomposed that they\\nrecreated themselves in the yonng hemlocks and\\nfirs that grew np out of thern some more recently\\nfallen, with great monnds of earfh and stone heaved\\nnp with their roots; these monnds sometimes cov-\\nered over by other trees thrown across them, and\\nthus affording shelter to the wild animals from the\\nsnows and storms of winter. Over all these we\\nwonld climb and roll ourselves across; and some-\\ntimes, such obstruction did they present to onr\\ncourse, we would be obliged to make a detour\\nronnd for the length of a qnarter of a mile may be,\\nand find ourselves only advanced a hundred pacea", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "110 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\non the straight line of our route. It was thus we\\nwent along up-hill and clown now along the\\nside of a rib of the mountain now over its cone,\\nand now along it down through deep ravines and\\nup out of them, and scarcely able at any time to\\nsee further ahead than some twenty yards, so thick\\nwere the leaves about us and not often able to\\ncatch a glimpse of the sun, so dense was the mass\\nof foliage uinbrellaed out everywhere above us.\\nStill there was a great wild delight in it all and\\nby this time we had become somewhat inured to\\nthe work we were beginning to improve in con-\\ndition, and we felt our sinews and muscles coming\\ninto better play every step we took.\\nAfter awhile, thus pursuing our steady advance,\\nwe came to a small rivulet, trickling its way down\\na shallow ravine, and evidently making its course\\nto the west. This was a little rill that sent forth its\\nmite, high up in these loftiest regions, to form tlie\\nwaters of the Cheat river the Cheat falling into\\nthe Monongahela the Monongahela into the Ohio\\nthe Ohio into the Mississippi and so to the\\ngreat Atlantic reservoir. It was clear, now, that\\nwe were on the other side of the Backbone.\\nThis water, gentlemen, said Powell, is ma-\\nkino: for the Blackwater. We are across the Bone.\\nHow far now, Powell, before we reach the\\nfalls asked Peter.\\nWell, I reckon about four miles maybe.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE MAKCH INTO THE CANAAN. Ill\\nFour miles It can t be. It s no such thing.\\nWhy, Mr. Powell, didn t you say distinctly, that it\\nwas but four miles altogether from the place we\\nleft the horses.\\nOh, no I didn t say that! I told you, we\\ncould bring the horses along to within about\\nfour miles of the falls over to another glade,\\nwhich we will come to before long.\\nI m deceived, gentlemen. VYe have all been\\ndeceived by these men. Conway is this the case\\nthat Powell says\\nPowell knows the country better than I do.\\nHe s nearly right, I guess. I should suppose now,\\nwe are about four miles away.\\nGentlemen, hold on stop, said Peter, I ve\\na proposition to make.\\nYou had better not be left behind, said the\\nSignor, you might get lost out here. Keep up\\nwith the line.\\nOn we went, increasing our pace a little, for the\\nday was hying westward and if we intended to\\nreach the Blackwater by nightfall, there was no\\ntime to waste.\\nThis is intolerable said Peter. It s all non-\\nsense not a particle of sense it. I say hold on,\\nI ve a proposition to make.\\nI don t think we are treating him right, said\\nthe Doctor, a little tired himself. It isn t fair he", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "112 THE BLACKWATER CHR0NICL1|.\\nmight be suffering. We ought to halt, and hear\\nwhat he has to say.\\nAs Peter s voice was strong altogether unim-\\npaired, there was a rather general impression that\\nthere was a good deal of good walking in him yet.\\nBut we halted and threw ourselves down upon the\\nmoss.\\nWhat s the proposition? Let s have it while\\nwe are resting for there s no time to lose.\\nWell, gentlemen, its strikes me we ought to\\nencamp.\\nThis was met with a general dissent.\\nIt s my opinion we are lost, continued Peter,\\ndecidedly lost. These men have deceived us.\\nThey start out by telling us that its only four miles\\nfrom where we left our horses to the Blackw^ater.\\nWell, we left them at one o clock, and it s now five\\nby my watch. We ve been four hours in coming\\nhere and Pm nearly dead at that! l^ow they\\ntell us they ve got yet more than four miles to go\\nI don t believe they know themselves where we are.\\nI believe we are lost, and that we are walking\\nabout here for nothing. Powell, tell me, didn t\\nyou say just now that this little rivulet was one of\\nthe sources of the Black water\\nYes and I think so still, Mr. Butcut.\\nOnly think so There it is, gentlemen. He\\ndon t know where he is. I don t believe we are\\nnear the Blackwater.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN. 113\\nI^or I either, said Triptolemus, who grew un-\\neasy at the idea of being lost remembering the\\nstory of the lost man, and the bones that were found\\nout here. If I could have seen Fairfax s stone, I\\nmight have had some confidence. How can this\\nlittle stream make the Blackwater, when it s as\\nwhite and clear as any water we have seen\\nYes, Murad s got it How can it be, Powell\\nWell, gentlemen, it s no use talking. I am in\\nthe right direction. Don t you say so, Conaway?\\nYes, I do.\\nWell, that s all, continued Powell, a little miffed\\nfor the moment, that I can do for you. There a n t\\nany finger boards out here to point out the way.\\nAll I can do for you is, to take a general direction\\nright, and I know I must hit the Blackwater some-\\nwhere a mile or two higher up, or lower down.\\nBut we ve been four hours getting here, and\\nhave come but four miles, you think and have four\\nmore to go, you say\\nWell, no man need expect to see the falls of the\\nBlackwater without some sharp walking. A mile\\nor a mile and a half an hour, in a straight line\\nwhich would make two or three, twisting about as\\nwe have to go ^is about as much as we can make\\nout here. I could have brought you a straighter\\ncourse down through the big laurel, you know,\\nConaway but if ever you once got into that, we\\nknow you would, be glad enough to be out again!", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "114 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nand so we have been trying to head the laurel as\\nmuch as possible.\\nEight, men you are right, said the Signor.\\nI am not so entirely certain, resj)onded Adol-\\nphus, but we must abide our fate now.\\nRight\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all right.\\nI withdraw what I said, men, observed Peter,\\nit just occurring to him that if the guides should\\ntake it into their heads to leave us, we would be in\\nrather a bad way. I was very much heated just\\nnow, and a good deal blown that s the truth and\\nthe mind, you know, Powell, will take the hue and\\ntone of the feelings. This little rest has put it all\\nright, though.\\nHandsomely done, and philosophically account-\\ned for.\\nMove on, Powell it s all right!\\nThe Signor waved his frying-pan encouragingly,\\nand the Master blew away upon his hand-bugle.\\nWith restored spirit, the expedition once more\\ndashed along through the forest. Up started three\\nor four deer from the bushes, and, showing the un-\\nderside white of their tails as they threw them over\\ntheir backs, with a leap and a bound they were lost\\nin the forest. Murad ran after them a little way\\nout of the line, and pitching down presently over\\nsome rough ground, his lame leg up in the air, he\\nlaughed out his Ugh uh and gave up the\\nchase, saying, as he fell into line again", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN. 115\\nThej are monstrous swift. How the fury they\\nget over the rough ground so fast, I can t see\\nThey were born so, replied old Conway.\\nIt s a gift to them, said Powell Every ani-\\nmal has his gift. It s their protection. The bear\\nclimbs, and the deer runs.\\nThe hunters discoursing their lore of the forest,\\nw^e came down to the edge of some swampy ground,\\nand found ourselves in front of a wide stretch of\\nlaurel, tangled and thick everywhere around. To\\n-cross it as it was clear it could not be avoided in\\nany way the hunters looked about for the best\\nplace to go in. At length, finding a spot that bid\\nthe fairest, they made their way into the brake, and\\ndesperately after them we all followed, as best we\\ncould. Such pulling and tugging such twisting,\\nplunging, breaking, crashing, and tearing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI never remember ever to have heard\\nor seen. Here was one held fast by his wallet, and\\ntwisting about like an eel to get himself loose thei-e\\nanother who had got upon a huge fallen tree thus\\navoiding the laurel by walking along its surface as\\nfar as it reached through the swamp but it was so\\ndecomposed, that presently he sank into it up to his\\narms and he wvas stuck. Here another who had\\nreached a stream, walking in it as far as in its wind-\\nings it kept a course that corresponded with our\\ndirection. There one grown entirely desperate, and", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "116\\nTHE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nendeavoring to break his way through by main\\nstrength. The hnnters took it more knowingly, and\\nwould search about for the thinnest places some-\\ntimes going back upon their tracks when they would\\nget into a very thick part of the brake, and trying\\nit another way.\\nH^ ^l^jf}\\nTo tell how at last we all did get out, overtaxes\\nany powers of description that I possess. Peter suc-\\nceeded eventually, and threw himself down on the\\nground entirely exhausted, murmuring something\\nabout the other side of Jordan, and the laurel be-\\ning hard road to travel. The Prior came ashore\\nwith his big knife open in his hand, having at length,\\nlike Wit in Moore s song cut his bright way\\nthrough. How Triptolemus got through has never", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE MAECH INTO THE CANAAN. 117\\nyet been fairly ascertained but it is believed by\\nthe whole expedition that he fell through the most\\nof the way for whenever we had any glimpse of\\nhim, his head was down and his feet up. Somehow\\nor other the passage was successfully accomplished\\nand, after resting sufficiently, we took up the line\\nof nrarch, with a unanimous request of the guides\\nthat they would avoid all the laurel that it was\\npossible, by any skill of their woodcraft, to get\\nround.\\nAnd this is the beautiful rhododendron, Adol-\\nphus, that you and I have been trying so hard to\\ngrow, said the Master.\\nI ll pull it all up as soon as I get home, replied\\nGalen spitefully if, indeed, I shall ever see that\\nblessed spot again.\\nNo I ll now have a thicket of it at the Priory,\\nif it is only that I may be able to demonstrate, when\\nI grow old, the miracles I shall recount of this ex-\\npedition.\\nA good idea, said the artist. I ll make a\\ngrand national painting of it, and call it The Pas-\\nsage of the Laurel.\\nAnd hang it up by Leutze s Passage of the\\nDelaware.\\nCouldn t you put Fairfax s stone somewhere in\\nthe picture? inquired Trip.\\nOh, certainly, returned the Signor, and draw\\nyou, Trip, pitching into it!", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "118 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nHave Butcut stuck up to his shoulders in a de-\\ncomposed hemlock, and a bear after him\\nA rattlesnake, too\\nA panther or so\\nAnd some owls about!\\nI ll try and do the subject justice, gentlemen,\\nreplied the Signor. ]^o historical feature shall be\\nleft out.\\nThus commenting on the passage of the laurel,\\nwe moved on and after a while, descending a long\\nhillside, we came to the head of a glade, through\\nwhich a stream of some size ran its waters of a\\nlight-chocolate hue. We were very much jaded by\\nthis time and so we threw ourselves down upon the\\nsoft, beautiful grass, knee-high everywhere around,\\nand for half an hour enjoyed such grateful rest as\\nseldom comes to the sons and daughters of men\\nwho stay in civilized regions it recompensed even\\nthe laurel, so exquisite was the rest, and so gorgeous\\nthe bower where we took it\\nAnd then he said, How sweet it were\\nA fisher or a hunter here,\\nA gardener in the shade,\\nStill wand ring with an easy mind\\nTo build a household fire, and find\\nA home in every glade\\nWhat days and what sweet years! Ah me!\\nOur life were life indeed, with thee\\nSo passed in quiet bliss,\\nAnd all the while, said he, to know\\nThat we were in a world of wo,\\nOn such an earth as this", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH INTO THE CANAAN. 119\\nAnd then he sometimes interwove\\nFond thoughts about a father s love\\nFor there, said he, are spun\\nAround the heart such tender ties.\\nThat our own children to our eyes\\nAre dearer than the sun.\\nSweet Ruth and could you go with me,\\nMy helpmate in the woods to be,\\nOur camp at night to rear\\nOr run, my own adopted bride,\\nA sylvan huntress at my side.\\nAnd drive the flying deer!\\nBeloved Ruth!\\nSuch thoughts filled the teeming brain of the Prior,\\nas he lay half sleeping in the beautiful glade. But\\nwe can not follow him in his dreams of wild bliss\\nfor we must go into another chapter, and bivouac\\nfor the night.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "120 THE BLAOKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nCHAPTEE IX.\\nTHE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS.\\nWhile yet the sun in liis westward journey had\\nbut about an hour to go, before he left the Canaan\\nto darkness and the expedition not to mention the\\nbears and owls, c.,. about a snake stole into our\\nbower, and disturbed the heavenly repose of the\\nglade. A very harmless, inoffensive little grass-\\nsnake polished and slippery, disturbed by the\\nrolling about of some one of the party, wound itself\\nalong swiftly over one of the extended arms of\\nDoctor Blandy, as he lay sprawled out upon his\\nback gazing up into the heavens, and dreaming\\ndreams of the balmy summer s eve. Galen sprang\\nto his feet, and jumped some ten paces off into the\\nmeadow. Whereupon we all did the same. It was\\na rattlesnake at least to our startled imagination\\nuntil we saw, to our shame, that it was not. Being\\non our feet, however, the word was given to take\\nup the line of march again and off we went:\\nthe guides being of opinion, that by crossing the\\nridge before us, we would come upon the Blackwater\\nby night.", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS. 121\\nWe made our way ont of the glade, encountering\\nbut a small strip of laurel and once more filed\\ninto the dense wild forest. As we advanced we\\ngrew more and more silent. We were evidently\\nbeginning to flag in spirit. It was our first day,\\nand we were not yet inured to the toil. Every\\nnow and then some startled deer would give a little\\nlife to the party but it would not last, and we\\ntrudged along almost noiseless over the mossy\\nground. Instead of the country s giving indication\\nof our being near a stream such as the Blackwater,\\nit was growing more hilly and broken ever since\\nwe left tlie glade. The shades of evening too, were\\nfast closing in upon us. Something was wrong\\nwe ought certainly to have reached the Blackwater\\nbefore this. The hunters were evidently in doubt\\nabout their course, and tliey now held frequent con-\\ns iltations with each other. They had told us before\\nwe set ofiF fnjin the dale of the Potomac, that they\\nwould certainly take us to our destination by night,\\nand tliey were anxious to accomplish their purpose\\nthey feared their skill as guides would be called in\\nquestion if they failed in what tiiey had been so\\ncertain of accomplishing. It was now near sun-\\ndown, and we were hemmed in, on all sides, by\\nmountains. The impression that we were really\\nlost was uppermost in the minds of all of us; and\\npresently we held a general council the result of\\nwhich was, that if we did not come to some indica-\\n6", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "122 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\ntion of the Blackwater, when we crossed the next\\nridge, we would encamp for the night.\\nCrossing over this ridge, everything looked as\\nbefore. It was all the same ragged, dense, dark,\\ndeep, grand gloom of mountainous forest that we\\nhad left behind us no appearance of laurel the\\nsure harbinger of water no such sloping down of\\nthe hills anywhere, as looked like the descent into\\na valley, such as a stream of any size would find its\\nway through and above all, listen as intently as\\nwe might, no sound of a waterfall (such as we were\\nassured would greet our ears from the river we\\nsought) was mingled with the song of the evening\\nwind. Therefore there was but one voice in the gen-\\neral assembly of the expedition and that was to\\nhalt for the night, and take counsel of to-morrow s\\nsun as to our direction. Finding a little trickling\\nrill in the bed of a rugged ravine close at hand, we\\nresolved upon taking up our abode b}^ its waters\\nfor the night. Accordingly the most appropriate\\nspot we could find was selected and, throwing\\ndown our burdens in a pile, we commenced the\\nconstruction of a camp, with a great deal of busy\\nbustle. As the reader unacquainted with the ways\\nof a wilderness life, may take some interest in\\nknowing how this was done, we will enter, for his\\nbenefit, into the particulars.\\nIn the first place, then, the hunters set to work\\nand gathered together a number of dried logs and", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS. 123\\nlimbs of trees, that they found scattered about the\\nforest, making a j^ile some ten or twelve feet long,\\nand three or four feet high. They then picked out\\nthe driest bark and branches of jMne they could\\nfind, and laid them about through the pile. Kext\\ntliey raised some fire by striking sparks from the\\nflints of tlieir rifles into tow, and carefully applying\\nthis to the pine bark and other combustible wood\\nthey had gathered it was not long before we had\\nour wood-pile in a blaze\u00e2\u0080\u0094which was soon in-\\ncreased into a spreading and swelling flame, by the\\nyoung hemlocks and fir trees that we were busily\\nengaged for some time in cutting down and throw-\\ning upon the pile.\\nWhile a part of the force were engaged in this\\nwork, others were busy in arranging the camp.\\nThe ground was cleared away in front of the fire,\\nand this place was covered over with the softest\\nbranches of hemlock that we could gather\u00e2\u0080\u0094 two\\nof the party being out cutting for the purpose. A\\nlarge log was brought and laid along the back of\\nthe camp, and this was covered over to the height\\nof t\\\\yo or three feet with hemlock and fir brancires,\\nserving as a sort of wall to protect us from any\\nintrusion from that side, of beasts, or what not, that\\nmight be disposed to invade us during the night.\\nThe camp was so arranged, that when we slept, mir\\nheads would be against this barrier, and our feet to\\nthe fire. The sides also were filled up between the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "124 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ntrees with branches. Wlien it was all completed,\\nwe had a tenement a lodge in the wilderness\\nthe ground floor of which was hemlock branches a\\nfoot deep, three sides, also, hemlock and fir, and\\nthe fourth side a wood-pile, twelve feet long, four\\nfeet high, and all afire. And the roof above us\\nTis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale,\\nAnd all its bright spangles quoth Allen-a-Dale\\nand where will you find a grander in a king s palace.\\nOur rifles, bags of provisions, cofi ee-pot, tin-cups,\\nand frjing-pan all we had, were safely deposited\\nin one corner of the lodge. The wallets were un-\\nrolled, and the blankets, great coats, c., c.\\nincluding the knives and pistols, were thrown out\\nfor use. Having cut down as many small trees as\\nwould serve to keep the fire going for the night, we\\nnow assembled in the camp, and commenced prep-\\narations for supper, for which we were by this\\ntime about as ravenous as the beasts of a menagerie\\nabout feeding time. The bread, biscuits, and cold\\nham, were brought forth. Tlie sugar was untied.\\nConway sat about preparing the cofi ee Powell\\nstarted the frying-pan on the hot embers, and soon\\nhad it hissing and crackling with the slices of fat\\nmiddling of bacon with which he filled it until at\\nlength the more delicate aroma of the hemlock was\\nlost to our noses, in the ascendency of the bacon-side.\\nThose of us who were not engaged in these en-\\nticing preparations, were lying about on the hem-", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS. 125\\nlock, enjoying ourselves in the abandonment of\\nforest undress that is, in our stocking feet, with\\nungirded vest, unsuspendered and spread out\\naround, in all the various attitudes that it was pos-\\nsible for a set of tired men to stretch themselves in.\\nAt length the supper was announced as ready\\nand then it was devoured. To say that it was\\nmerely eaten up, would be a preposterous defama-\\ntion of any ideas of eating, such as the word gen-\\nerally conveys in civilized life. In an exceeding\\nshort space of time, of all the liberal preparation,\\nthere were, at all events, no visible evidences re-\\nmaining except the table-service the tin and\\nthe iron. It was as if a set of jugglers had suddenly\\njuggled it out of sight caused it all to evanish.\\nIt convinced my mind more thoroughly than any-\\nthing I have witnessed in my somewhat varied life\\nthat man is, by nature, a wild beast. Reduce\\nhim into his original elements take off all this\\nvarnish, this overlarding of civilization jDut him\\nout in the Canaan here for about a month, and\\nwhat beast is there of the wild that will out-raven\\nhim Poetry, philosophy, arts, and science these\\nhave humanized him and made him, even when\\nhe is most starved, w^ave his hand to his friend, and\\nwith a smile upon his countenance, say. Take the\\nfirst grah^ as did the famished Signor to the rapa-\\ncious Butcut which made the yet unsatisfied\\nBlandy hand over the last slice of the niiddling to", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "126 THE BLACKWATEK CHEONICLE.\\nlame Triptolemiis, and belie himself, when he said,\\nTake that^ Trip^ Fm not a-hungry. The reader\\nwill perceive, from this, that the wilderness had\\nnot yet made us altogether savage also he will\\nperceive though, that its tendency is toward the\\ndehumanization of man the resolving him into\\nhis original simple element of wild beast.\\nI would take advantage of this occasion all the\\ngreat historians do so to philosophize a little upon\\nthe absolute necessity there is for good government\\nover mankind that there should be good laws,\\nand firmly maintained how stability and order,\\nand the social decorums, that make nations refined\\nand great, and keep them so, are thereby only up-\\nheld how otherwise, man will soon convert the\\ngarden-spots of the world into a bear-walk. These\\nhigh corollaries I would deduce from our experience\\nof the wilderness, and go to the trouble of showing\\nthem convincingly, with reasons manifold, were it\\nnot, that just at this time there is a practical teach-\\ning of them everywhere over the land, that is making\\nthe lesson manifest to the dullest mind and which\\npractical teaching, if not arrested, will soon convert\\nthe garden of our American civilization into such a\\nbear-walk as the world has not yet seen.\\nBe these things, however, as they may let the\\nrepublic tremble to its foundations, if it must let\\npolitical and social anarchy take it, if it has to be\\n80 there are those about who will right it, and", "height": "3327", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS. 127\\nrear its firm liead liiglier, and higher yet, to the\\nskies. In the meantime, when the hurly-burly\\ncomes, we of this expedition have made up our\\nminds to seize upon the Canaan; and with the\\nknowledge we have acquired of its fastnesses\\nsuch as the laurel its gorges, narrow defiles,\\nrocky precipices, and torrent passes all its mili-\\ntary availabilities it will go hard with us if we\\ndon t hold it against all the other freebooters of the\\nUnited States let their name be leo-ion\\nHowever, upon this point we must keep our\\ncounsel, or we might be frustrated in our enterprise\\nby the rapine of the times. A wise ma?i is his own\\nlantern.\\nIn the meantime, the supper was gone juggled,\\nor jugged away; and the animals to all appear-\\nances appeased. We now gathered into the inner\\npenetralia of our hold; and stowed ourselves away\\nin every violation of the rules of ceremony known\\nto any of the nations of Christendom, or of the\\nheathen smoking cigars or pipes telling stories,\\nand singing songs, of love, war, romance, the chase,\\nintermixed with our national anthems, and local\\nballads, pathetic or humorous, now in the harmony\\nof Germany or of Italy, of France or old romantic\\nSpain, and now to the strains of some low, dulcet,\\nAfrican refrain. Thus were passed the first watches\\nof the night, until, at length, tired nature yielded to\\nthe omnipotence of sleep and, hushed by the night", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "128\\nTHE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nwinds murmuring among the immemorial trees,\\nwhile the blazing pile at our feet illumined the\\nforest around and above us with its silver and\\nI\\ns\\ngolden flame, imparting a magic sheen to the leaves\\nand branches of the woods, until it all seemed the\\nlighted tracery of some vast Gothic minster of the\\nV", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS. 129\\nAvild and with nothing above ns bnt tlie vault of\\nheaven, studded with its glittering stars (which we\\ncouldn t see) and nothing beneath us but the\\nspicy smelling hemlock and nothing over us but\\na blanket we fell asleep, as sweetly and confi-\\ndingly here in the wild, as children beneath the\\nroof-tree of some guardian home.\\nAnd so, tired reader, good night! May your\\nsleep be ever as safe in the city, and your dreams\\nnever woi se than those that haunted the hemlock\\nof our lost expedition.\\n6*\\nr", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "130 THE BLACKWATEK CnRONICLE.\\nCHAPTER X.\\nTHE BLACKWATER FOUND A GREAT NUMBER OF TROUT\\nTAKEN MR. BUTCUT FRIES SOME FISH.\\nAbout daybreak, when our sleep was at tlie high-\\nest, and the atmosphere the most chilly the\\ntwilight just emerging from the night Doctor\\nAdolphus Blandy awoke from his dreams. Sleep-\\ning next to Mr. Butcut and that gentleman, taking\\ngood care of himself even in his sleep, having con-\\ntrived to appropriate to himself, during the night,\\nthe blanket that warmed the shoulders of Adolphus\\nthe doctor woke up at this hour yawning and\\nchilled. Contemplating for a while, the comforta-\\nble party around him, and particularly contempla-\\nting the exceedingly comfortable Butcot, jnst at\\nthis time emitting the longest drawn and most swel-\\nling notes of his horn and also reflecting, some-\\nwhat bitterly may be, that all this was doubly\\nenjoyed by But, at the expense of liis own shiver-\\ning discomfort himself sacrificed to this too com-\\nplete bodily satisfaction of the partner of his sleep\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094and accustomed, no doubt, himself to his own", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATEK FOUND. 131\\nproper share of nocturnal indulgence thus contem-\\nplating the repose around him, the devil of that\\ndog-in-the-manger quality of our nature, that will\\nsometimes get uppermost in the breasts of the best\\nof men, arose and took possession of his soul.\\nAha, Mr. But said Galen to himself, 3^ou\\nlook mighty comfortable, indeed, with every bit of\\nmy blanket wrapped about you tucked in, too!\\nNo wonder I couldn t pull it over me. I ll fix you,\\nMr. Snug, for this,.! think. If I m shivering here,\\nyou sha n t sleep so comfortably there, and in my\\nblanket, too confound you\\nSo lie deliberately arose, and set fire to the hem-\\nlock upon which we were sleeping, starting the\\nflame at a point nearest to the object of his particu-\\nlar malice. Having got his blaze under wa}^, he\\nnext picked up a hatchet, and finding a young fir-\\ntree so placed tliat w^hen cut down it would fall\\nwith all its branches directly upon the sleepers, he\\nwent to work to fell it, a great deal of especial de-\\nlight beaming all the while from his eyes.\\nThe hemlock being of the Pinus species, fire\\ntakes hold of it rapidly, and soon the camp was in\\na blaze. The flames spreading in close proximity\\naround Peter, crackling upon his ear, and flaring\\nin his eye, he awoke in great terror, and aroused the\\ncamp with his outcries. Just at this critical mo\\nment, down came the doctor s young fir-tree, tli:it\\nhe had been all the while industriously hackinii* at,", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "132 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ndown right over the camp, with all its sweeping\\nbranches, trapping the party. Of course, there was\\nno little commotion among iis. The fire was in-\\nstantly put out, however, by a sort of instinct of\\npreservation common to mankind and not yet\\nfairly awake, and a general impression prevailing\\nin the confusion that we were attacked by the wild\\nanimals, we seized upon the rifles, hatchets, knives,\\nfrying-pan, and but-ends of the burned wood-pile,\\nto sell our lives as dearly as possible. Missing\\nBlandy, however, who had concealed himself be-\\nhind a tree, the reality of the case began to break\\nupon us and fairly now awake, we commented\\nvariously upon the caricature alacrity that had been\\nexhibited by the expedition in defending itself from\\nthe supposed assault of the beasts of the wilderness\\nand took advantage of the occasion to get break-\\nfast, and make an early start for the day.\\nThe breakfast was a repetition of the last night s\\nsupper, which being said it is enough. Present-\\nly the sun reddened the eastern sky, and the hunt-\\ners getting the direction they proposed to try their\\nfortune in, we set off through the yet dank and\\ndewy forest. Our way was broken and rugged,\\nup and down, through ravines that were deep\\nchasms, and over great fallen trees covered with\\nmoss and wet as a sponge. Deer we saw frequent-\\nly browsing about, and out here where perhaps they\\nhad never seen a human being before, they would", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER FOUND. 133\\nlift lip their heads and for a while gaze at us as if\\nin wonder at what it all meant. Once or twice it\\nwas proposed to shoot one of them, but this was\\ncried down as an act of wantonness, since we were\\nalready burdened with as much as we could cany\\nand, uncertain as to our being at all in the right di-\\nrection, we were somewhat anxious and desirous to\\nhasten on our way, while yet fresh from the night s\\nrest.\\nThere was one part of the wiklerness which we\\ntraversed this morning, where we came frequently\\nupon the traces of bear. Sometimes we would\\ncome upon the trunk of a dead tree, some hundred\\nfeet long, and five or six feet in diameter, scattered\\nand raked about in all directions by the bears to\\nget at the worms to eat. Sometimes we would\\nfind a cluster of trees, with the bark worn smooth,\\nwhich the hunters told us was a certain indication\\nthat a family of these animals had been liere raised,\\nand were no doubt now in some hollow tree or fast-\\nness not far ofi\\nThus we walked along for several hours, proba-\\nbly at no greater rate than a mile an hour, and in\\nsome evident disheartenment\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for we were not at\\nall so light of spirit as we might have been, and\\nwould, had we felt more certain of our course.\\nEvery now and then when we stopped to rest, tlie\\nconversation would take a debating turn, the sub-\\nject discussed being generally the points of the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "134 THE BLACK WATER CHRONICLE.\\ncompass one asserting that here was the north,\\nand another that it was in the very opposite direc-\\ntion. Peter s mind was always opposed to the\\nhunters if they pointed this way for north, he\\nwas sure to point in the opposite, and maintain his\\npoint of the compass with much vehement speech\\nfor he was by this time fully assured that the hunt-\\ners had no knowledge of the country in fact\\nknew nothing of wood-craft at all. These debates\\nwere generally wound up by some very direct re-\\nmark of Triptolemus s, proclaiming it as his opinion,\\nthat the hunters didn t know any more than he did,\\nwhere we were when some one of the more dis-\\ncreet members of the party would have to intimate\\nto Powell and Conway, that Trip didn t mean as\\nmuch as he said, for fear they might possibly lose\\ntheir good temper, and leave the whole expedition\\nin the lurch, by deserting us upon the first favorable\\nopportunity in which event it is altogether likely\\nwe would have remained out in the Canaan long\\nenough to have resolved ourselves into our original\\nwild elements, or to have become a pile of bones.\\nBut Powell and Conway were good-tempered men,\\nand set down to the proper account all our insinu-\\nations against their knowledge and generally\\nretired to a little distance, and held some rational\\nparley with each other upon the matter in doubt.\\nAt length we scrambled up a desperate hill, and\\nseating ourselves down to rest on its brow, we", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER FOUND. 135\\nheard Peter s voice back in the bushes, crying out\\nthat he couldn t stand it any longer. Presently he\\ncame in, out of breath, dragging himself along\\nand sitting down on a log with an air of dogged\\nresolution, great misery in his countenance, he\\nswore he would go no further.\\nGentlemen, there must be an end put to this.\\nI can t stand it. It s all intolerable terrific\\nLet him stay here, then, said the Signor.\\nWe ll go on, and find the falls. We can then\\nsend one of the men back for him.\\nThe enterprise was growing desperate, so we\\nmoved along, determined to find water at all haz-\\nards, if we fell in our tracks. As we took up the\\nmarch again, each man gave Peter a parting volley.\\nYou had better struggle on. But, as long as\\nyou can. If you should be left here, you will\\nnever find the w^ay in yourself.\\nAnd bear it in mind, an expedition fitted out\\nfor y*\u00c2\u00bbur recovery might not be more fortunate than\\nthose to the North Pole.\\nAnd, But, there is a possibility that govern-\\nment mightn t think you worth discovering.\\nMr. Grinnell couldn t be calculated on for you,\\nPeter.\\nAnd if ever you are found, you might be a pile\\nof bones remember the lost man said Trip.\\nFarewell, Peter! I m sorry to leave you, old\\nfellow.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "136 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nGo to said Peter, with your blasted\\nnonsense. Since yon wont stop and encamp, I ll\\nshow you I can walk with any of you.\\nAnd Peter got up and followed after, not liking\\nthe idea of remaining by himself in the forest and\\nthinking rightly it would be rather hazardous to be\\nleft behind by the party.\\nAbout an hour after this we were walking along\\nthe broad top of a ridge, when one of the hunters\\nstopped, and thought he heard something like the\\ndistant sound of water. Peanimated by the thought\\nwe pricked up our ears, and went on in better heart.\\nBut Botecote, who was really suffering a good deal,\\nnow came to a dead halt, and refused to move. No\\npersuasion this time, nor any banter no argument\\naddressed to his hopes, nor any intimidation of any\\nsort, that the inventive genius of the expedition\\ncould suggest was of the least avail. The case\\nthis time was desperate and we held a council of\\nwar over him, the chief question being what was to\\nbe done with his body. He was too big to carry\\nwhich was the suggestion of Triptolemus so, of\\ncourse, that thought was dismissed and, besides,\\nwe had no idea of doing it for we had still a lurk-\\ning belief that he was playing possum a little, in\\norder that he might accomplish an encampment.\\nFortunately, however, and saving us from tlie des-\\nperate measure of leaving him here in the forest,\\nwith a chance that we should not be able to find", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER FOUND. 137\\nliim again, old Conway had explored the side of the\\nmountain, and just now returned, saying that he\\nhad come to a wide belt of laurel, and that it was\\nhis opinion the Blackwater ran through it.\\nI knew it, said Peter. It s just as I said,\\ngentlemen. We ve been enduring all this horrible\\nwalking all the morning, when, by going more to\\nthe left, we might have been in tlie Blackwater long\\nago. Walked to death for nothing!\\nAnd now it was suggested that the laurel should\\nbe explored, the fact of the water ascertained, and\\nPeter put into it, to make his way to the falls down\\nthe middle of the stream. This proposition was as-\\nsented to, as the best the case admitted of. Ac-\\ncordingly, going down to the edge of the laurel,\\nand seeing Peter safely deposited in the brake\\nwith some appropriate encouragement of him as he\\nfought his way through and hearing presently his\\nsomewhat cheerful shout, announcing his safe arri-\\nval in the stream we made our way back again\\nto the top of the mountain Powell being certain\\nnow that we were on the Blackwater, and that in\\nthe course of a mile or so we would come upon some\\nof its falls. Indeed, we were now convinced that\\nwe heard the sound of them in the distance.\\nWe pursued our march along the cone of the\\nridge we were on for something better than a mile,\\nwhen, coming to a halt, we distinctly heard a water-\\nfall below us. There was no doubt about it now", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "138 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nand we descended the mountain- side with a shout.\\nWe met the laurel about half-way down the mount-\\nain and breaking into it, after the necessary fight-\\ning, we filed down, one by one, along a great fir-\\ntree that had, happily for us, fallen there some ten\\nor twenty years before, and stepped out into the\\nBlackwater, on a broad surface of rock the very\\ntop itself of the falls we w^ere seeking. In a few\\nminutes we fixed up our fishing-lines, and, dotted\\nalong the edge of the fall which was about ten feet\\nhigh, middle of the day as it was when the fish\\ngenerally cease to bite, we took from the pool be-\\nlow some sixty trout, as fast as we could bait our\\nhooks for them. Satisfied with this taste of the\\nstream, and assured of our hopes of trout innumera-\\nble, we descended the falls, and looked about for a\\nsuitable spot to construct a camp, and prepare our\\ndinner for which, by this time, we were in no\\nlittle need, having eaten nothing since the early\\ntwilight.\\nIn the meantime, Mr. Butcut and Conway fish-\\ning down the middle of the stream, and having\\ncaught some thirty or forty more trout as they came\\nalong arrived at the falls, and thus the party were\\nonce more together boastful over all our toil and\\nsufi ering, and in high and happy spirits at the suc-\\ncessful achievement of the enterprise out.\\nIn the course of an hour a camp was constructed\\nby the banks of the stream, about a hundred yards", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE BLACK WATER FOUND. 139\\nbelow the falls. A great blazing fire, such as we\\nhad the night before, was soon under way and la-\\nzily stretched about on the hemlock, or out upon\\nthe large, moss-covered rocks that bordered the\\nstream now frying and eating a pan of trout at\\nreturning intervals, as a not quite sated appetite\\nprompted, or taking a little sleep, as nature inclined\\nwe passed the hours until about four o clock,\\nwhen it was deemed advisable to sally forth for the\\npurpose of laying in provision for our supper and\\nthe next morning s breakfast.\\nLeaving some of the party to perfect the works\\nat the camp, and make everything as comfortable\\nas possible for the night, we divided the rest into\\ntwo bands, and set out one up the stream, the\\nother down to make a somewhat extensive foray\\nupon the trout.\\nWe will not give a minute account of the eve-\\nning s fishing. We will state generally that the in-\\nroad was very successful that we took the trout as\\nfast as we could bait for them that in a walk of\\nabout a mile up the stream, and two miles down,\\nand back, we at length arrived in camp with about\\nas many fish as we could \\\\vell carry and were\\nback all of us about an hour before dark, and all\\nrather indiflferent about taking any more trout that\\nevening.\\nImmediately in front of the camp, and about a\\nstep out in the stream, is a large rock, in shape a", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "14:0 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nparallelogram, of some five feet by ten, rising above\\nthe water about three feet, and of almost an entirely\\nflat surface, except where at one end it is scooped\\ninto a slight hollow, that will hold some two or three\\nbuckets of water. This rock we have appropriated\\nas our kitchen and upon it we have counted out\\nsome five hundred trout, varying in size from six\\nto ten inches some of them, the black trout, with\\ndeep red spots and some salmon-colored, with\\nlighter red spots all of them very beautiful, though\\nnot, of course, of the largest size of the fish for we\\nhave yet to go down below the great falls of the\\nBlack water to get at them.\\nAll hands are now called into requisition to clean\\nall these fish and it is not long before the whole\\nfive hundred are prepared for the pan, and safely\\nput away in the hollow basin at the other end of the\\nkitchen, with a plenty of good fresh w^ater around\\nthem.\\nBy the side of this rock, called the kitchen, a lit-\\ntle farther out in the stream an easy step taking\\nyou from the top of the kitchen-rock to it is an-\\nother large sandstone rock, which is our parlor.\\nThis last is about ten feet by twelve, and about\\nthree feet also above the water, and perfectly flat and\\nsmooth on its surface. Describing thus our difl er-\\nent apartments all, like the statues of the heathen\\ngoddesses in the Groves of Blarney, standing out\\nnaked in the open air perhaps it would aflord", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER FOUND. 141\\nthe reader some satisfaction to know our manner\\nof nsing them. It is very simple as thus\\nYou will have the goodness to observe the move-\\nments of Mr. Butcut at this moment. Tliis gentle-\\nman has a turn for good living, and consequently\\nlie is sometliing of an amateur cook. Indeed, it is\\nhis pleasure so to indulge his genius this way, that\\nafter he has himself eaten as much as he wants for\\nthe time being, he takes great delight in exercising\\nhis talents for the gratification of others. He is\\nnow about to cook a mess for the Prior, who, com-\\ning in the last from fishing, has now made himself\\nready to enjoy his supper, having a very fine rage\\nupon him at present, and a particularly good capa-\\ncity at all times to go upon. Butcut takes up tlie\\nfrying pan, and repairs with it to the kitchen. Pla-\\ncing it down by the fish, he selects from the clean\\nand beautiful hundreds in the basin about eight fine\\nfish half of them black, half of them salmon-col-\\nored, all of them of the largest and fattest these\\nbeing just as many as the bottom of the frying-pan\\nwill properly hold. He takes them carefully, even\\ndaintily, by the tail, between his fore-finger and\\nthumb, and places them accurately in the pan in\\nalternate heads and tails. A little salt and a little\\nblack pepper are carefully sprinkled over them. He\\nnext cuts a few thin slices of middling of bacon and\\nplaces them about in the pan. He is now ready for\\nthe fire. So he goes to the great blazing pile, and", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "142\\nTHE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nraking out from underneath it, away from any\\nsmoke, a quantity of the livest embers, he sets the\\nfrying-pan evenly on these, and soon has the whole\\ndelicate mess frying away in the most delightful\\nmanner the fat of the middling crackling and his-\\nsing a most delicious music to his ear also to the\\near of the expectant Master. The accomplished\\nPeter takes great care that the fish shall not burn\\nin the least, so he removes the pan from the hot\\nembers every once in a while. Cooked sufficiently\\nnow, as he supposes, on the one side, he proceeds to\\nthe operation of turning them. This he does after the\\nmanner of tossing a pancake. He spreads a white\\nnapkin upon the rock hard by, and giving the fry-", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER FOUND. 143\\ning-pan a toss of a very artful character, up go the\\ntrout in the air, turning over and coming down into\\nthe pan again precisely as the arch-cook desires it\\nand all this is done without spilling even so much as\\na drop of grease on the napkin. He now goes to the\\nfire again, and performs some more hocus-pocus, that\\nis all Hebrew-Greek to the ignorant, until the mess\\n^is of a delicate brown hue when he deems the\\noperation complete, and hands the frying-pan to\\nthe Master with an air which seems to say, A dish\\nfit to set before a king\\nThe sharp-set Prior, in the meantime, has pre-\\npared himself with a plate of the real stone-ware\\nthat is, a flat, thin stone, of some twelve inches\\ndiameter, which he has selected from the bed of the\\nstream for his purpose and emptying the trout up-\\non his plate, with a chunk of bread on one end of it\\nand his big knife on the other, he hands the frying-\\npan to the next gentleman eagerly waiting for it,\\nand proceeds from the fireplace to the kitchen, and\\nfrom the kitchen to the parlor, where he sets him-\\nself down, with his legs crossed under him after the\\nfashion of the Grand Mufti, and, with his plate be-\\nfore him, dips in, and makes away with the spoils\\nof the Bla ckwater, in what in elegant life would be\\nconsidered a very short space of time, but which\\nexcites no comment at all out here it being com-\\nmon to all the men we have seen feed in the country.\\nThe trout is such light food, that eight of them,", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "144 THE BLA.CKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nsome ten inches long, will not make a supper for a\\nhearty man, leading this wilderness life and ac-\\ncordingly the Master asks for another plateful. But\\nMr. Butcut is by this time cooking another little\\nmess for himself, his appetite getting up again on\\nhim so the former gentleman has to wait for his\\nturn at the frying-pan, and try liis hand for himself.\\nBut enough. This will suffice to show the habits\\nof our indoor life out here on the Blackwater and\\ngive also some very just idea of the different apart-\\nments of our dwelling, and of our felicitous manner\\nof using them.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 145\\nCHAPTER XI.\\nTHE BLACKWATER VILLA.\\nOur Blackwater villa is placed in the most pic-\\nturesque position imaginable almost immediately\\nupon the banks of the most lovely of all amber\\nstreams. It is protected on one side by masses of\\ngray sandstone rock, dashed with spots of a darker\\nand lighter hue of gray, and occasionally a tinge of\\nred these rocks coated over in places with moss\\nof various mingled colors gray, blue, green, yel-\\nlow, and purple, and soft and glossy as the richest\\nvelvet. A noble overshadowing fir-tree rises up\\nfrom one corner of the villa, some hundred and\\nfifty feet, to the skies. The laurel grows thick and\\nmatted back of it, in impenetrable masses and the\\nglory of its flower, now just swelling into bloom,\\ngives an air of elegance even of splendor, to the\\nembowered dwelling. In front, the pure cool stream\\nleaps over the falls like a river of calf s-foot jelly\\nwith a spray of whipped syllabub on top of it, and\\ntumbles wildly down through its rocky and ob-\\nstructed bed, filling your imagination with the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "146 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\npoetry of unpolluted mountain waters running\\npure to your ideal, as the kingdom of heaven.\\nThe valley of the Blackwater is not more than a\\nhundred yards wide, here where we have made our\\nhome and embowered on all sides, by mountains\\nof noble forms and various, it wears an air of entire\\nseclusion from the world we have deserted. No\\nintruding footsteps of man, we instinctively feel,\\nwill here disturb our chosen, perfect solitude. All\\ncustoms, manners, modes of life, that we have here-\\ntofore known, are felt to be the remembrance of an\\nalmost forgotten dream. The earth is entirely new\\nto our senses and it is all our own an entire and\\nabsolutely perfect fee-simple estate of inheritance\\nin land and water, the deed recorded in the most\\nsecret recesses of our own breasts. Therefore we\\nfeel an unbounded liberty of thought, speech, and\\naction, and this is manifest in all we say and do\\nand hence the reader will easily understand how\\nit is, that there is such entire freedom of remark\\namong us, one to another how it is that we lay\\nabout on the hemlock, now that night has set in\\nupon us, in such careless luxuriance of attitude\\nhow that the Prior is now stretched out with his feet\\nto the fire, and one of the hunters squatted down\\nconfidingly between them how the Signor goes on\\nall fours over our bodies, in getting to a snug place\\nin a corner of the camp, whither his fancy now\\nurges him how that Mr. Butcut is flat upon his", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 147\\nback in the middle of the softest hemlock, his face\\ndirect to the heavens, and his body spread out as\\nusual in his favorite position of a supple-jack distort-\\ned to the utmost; how Triptolemus s lame leg is\\nthrown over one of old Conway s shoulders, with a\\nview to the convenient drying of a wet stocking\\nbefore the fire how it is that Adolphus, with a\\nblanket sweeping his shoulders, half sits, half re-\\nclines in among the roots of the great fir-tree,\\nwishing he could smoke a mild Havana like the\\nrest of us but compensating his soul for his ina-\\nbility, by indulging in visions of trout swimming\\nabout in all beautiful imaginary waters the day-\\ndream haunting the lights and shadows of his face,\\nlike an angel of Paradise.\\nLying about thus in all unrestrained felicity, we\\ntold stories, and discoursed much learning of the\\nfisherman and the hunter, ancient and modern\\nevery now and then interweaving some very enter-\\ntaining and free sometimes very slashing com-\\nment upon one another all of which we regret it\\nis out of the question for us to impart to the reader,\\nbecause of its too great freedom, even for this out-\\nspoken age. Herein, therefore, that we may not\\nfall below the dignity of history having pitched\\nour chronicle up to the very highest standard we\\nmust exercise a becoming self-denial, hard as it is\\nto refrain.\\nThe moon has now risen, and although a few", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "14:8 THE BLACKWATEE CHEONICLE.\\nlight fleecy clouds are gathering about here and\\nthere above us, yet the goddess of the night shines\\ndown as silvery soft upon the Canaan, as she did\\nof old upon the garden. of Yerona, where Lorenzo\\nand Jessica vied with each other in chanting her\\nworship in such beautiful strains. And, oh most\\nbeautiful reader now absorbing this inspired\\nchapter, like Geraldine, when in lier night-robes\\nloose, she lay reclined on couch of Ind, and poured\\nover Surrey s captured line how soothingly soft\\nits influence upon us here in the w41d, you you\\ncan never altogether know not even from this\\nrapt page how all at once, as if at another Pros-\\npero s wand, our mood w^as changed from that of\\nwanton, reckless mirth, and a gentle dreamy in-\\nspiration, all poetry and romance (all the finer for\\nour satisfaction in the res^ard of the trout heav-\\nenly fish came with the balmy south wind, and\\ntook possession of our souls! You even you,\\nblissful girl, upon whom the favoring gods have\\nbestowed the gift of genius, as well as of beauty\\nyou, with your finely-fibred frame, like Geor-\\ngiana s, duchess of Devonshire, whom Coleridge\\nhas so finely commemorated in his beautiful lines\\naddressed to that lady even you can not ever\\nknow this, unless, perchance, you would go with\\nme, and live a sylvan huntress by my side in the\\nCanaan, as did Ruth with her roving lover in the\\nwilds of Georgia But God temper the wind to you.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 149\\nshorn lamb, if you should ever trust yourself to my\\nfreebooter s faith unless, indeed, a latent Helen\\nMacGreggor might be contained in your inches\\nThe moon and the soft south wind held us now\\ncompletely enthralled in their divine ravishment\\nand in this mood we grew musical the Signor\\nAndante at length tuning his voice to the beautiful\\nserenade of Henry JSTeele perhaps the most ex-\\nquisite song that has yet been composed by any of\\nour countrymen. It was thus Andante s voice,\\nmurmured a music sweeter than the Blackwater in\\nour ears\\nTHE SERENADE.\\nWake, ladj, wake the midnight moon\\nSails through the cloudless skies of June\\nThe stars gaze sweetly on the stream\\nWhich, in the brightness of their beam,\\nOne sheet of glorj lies.\\nThe glow-worm lends its little light,\\nAnd all that s beautiful and bright\\nIs shining on our world to-night,\\nw Save thy bright eyes!\\nWake, lady, wake the nightingale\\nTells to the moon her love-lorn tale\\nNow doth the brook that s hushed by day,\\nAs through the vale she winds her way\\nIn murmurs sweet rejoice\\nThe leaves by the soft night- wind stirrea.\\nAre whispering many a gentle word.\\nAnd all earth s sweetest sounds are heard\\nSave thy sweet voice\\nWake, lady, wake thy lover waits,\\nThy steed stands saddled at the gates I", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "150 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nHere is a garment rich and rare,\\nTo wrap thee from the cold night air\\nThe appointed hour is flown\\nDanger and doubt have vanished quite\\nOur way before is clear and binght\\nAnd all is ready for the flight\\nSave thou alone!\\nWake, lady, wake I have a wreath,\\nThy broad, fair brow shall rise beneath:\\nI have a ring that must not shine\\nOn any finger, love, but thiiie\\nI ve kept my plighted vow.\\nBeneath thy casement here I stand,\\nTo lead thee by thy own white hand.\\nFar from this dull and captive strand\\nBut where art thou\\nThe last notes of the serenade died away upon tlie\\nair; and not a sound disturbed the repose of the\\nwilderness, save the murmur of the waters, and the\\nwhisperings of the trees. Each one of us, according\\nto his gifts, was enjoying a little world of romance\\nof his own his soul lapped up in the creations of\\nhis gently-inspired brain thinking not at all of\\nthe external world, but only of the ideal, conjured\\nup by his teeming, beguiling fancy when all at\\nonce a sudden blow sprung up fitfully out of the\\nstillness of the air, and threw the whole forest in\\ncommotion. The fire at our feet shot up a startling\\nblaze, in among the branches of the piled-up fir\\nand hemlock hitherto untouched, and the crackling\\nflames, with their myriad spangles, rose high aloft\\nin spiral curls, almost up to the overhanging bran-\\nches of the forest. Startled out of all the glory of", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 151\\nour visioned romance, we arose and looked out upon\\nthe night. Clouds were gathering like mustering\\nbands everywhere in the heavens, and fast concen-\\ntrating their forces. The stars disappeared by\\nsquadrons from the just now blue and shining vault\\nof heaven; and the fair goddess of the night, queen\\nof the glittering realm\u00e2\u0080\u0094 pale Dian, veiled her mild\\nglories altogether from our eyes. Tlie southwest\\nharbinger of summer storms, is a swift and impetu-\\nous power in the air, and wonderfully does he bestir\\nhimself sometimes. So it was with him to-night\\nfor he sprang up suddenly upon us, without any\\nwarning, and vented himself, for some cause or\\nother to us unknown, in outbursts of gusty bluster\\nand passion, that made us think of a whole deluge\\nof waters descending upon our devoted camp,\\ndrowning out our fires and drenching our very\\nbeds. But for the present there was more of bra-\\nvado than performance in his high mightiness; and\\nthe storm blast blew by. Still darkness was every-\\nwhere over the face of the earth, and the forest\\nsent forth a low wail, and the waters murmured a\\nsullen and monotonous song\u00e2\u0080\u0094 falling upon the ear\\nmore like a heavy sea breaking lazily upon a flat\\nshore, than the light, airy, wild, sportive, notes of\\nthe playful, impetuous, young streams of the moun-\\ntains.\\nEach man now wrapped himself around more\\nclosely in his blanket. word was spoken, but", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "152 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nfilled with the gloom of the night, we thought wist-\\nfully of our pleasant homes dry and snug, and of\\nhousehold security and comfort books, lights,\\nmusic, fruits, flowers, jocund children that is\\nthose who had them the sly flirtation by the light\\nof the chandelier\\nAnd mama, too, blind to discover\\nThe small white hand in mine\\nall that makes civilization tolerable and we out\\nhere, in the wilds of the Canaan, far away from the\\nknowledge of men to say nothing of women\\nperhaps lost and to all reasonable certainty a night\\nof wind and rain before us bears, panthers, wolves,\\nowls, around us, and may be not so far off as we\\nmight desire The melancholy soughing of the\\npines, too, above all the voices of the Canaan, had\\nentered into our hearts, and awakened our supersti-\\ntion, and no diversion of thought could dispossess\\nour souls of its influence. The Master, indeed,\\nseemed rather to encourage it for presently from\\nout a dark corner, where half in the glimmer of the\\nfire and half in the gloom of the hemlock he lay\\npropped away in a very Ossianly state of mind, in\\na low, wild voice, all in harmony with the sough-,\\ning sound of the firs and the sullen murmur of the\\nwaters, he broke in upon the gloom of the camp,\\ncrooning the beautiful ballad of Rossmore. It was\\nthus the mournful descant fell upon our ears now", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE BLACK WATER VILLA. 153\\nlow as the lowest moan of the pines now rising,\\nnow swelling, as the winds blew a louder wail\\nROSSMORE.\\nThe day was declining,\\nThe dark night drew near;\\nThe old lord grew sadder,\\nAnd paler with fear.\\nCome hither, my daughter,\\nCome nearer oh, near!\\nIt s the wind or the water\\nTliat sighs in my ear\\nNot the wind nor the water\\nNow stirred the night air,\\nBut a warning far sadder\\nThe banshee was there\\nNow rising, now swelling,\\nOn the night wind it bore\\nOne cadence still telling,\\nI want thee, Rossmore I\\nAnd then fast came his breath.\\nAnd more fixed grew his eye\\nAnd the shadow of death\\nTold his hour was nigh\\nEre the dawn of that morning\\nThe struggle was o er.\\nFor when thrice canie the warnings\\nA corpse was Rossmore\\nHush your horrible croaking! said AOIolphus,\\nwhen the Master s voice had come to a stand-still.\\nShut up, or I ll leave the room Isn t it all mis-\\nerable enough already, but you must be keeping us\\nfrom going to sleep with ballads about dying men,\\nand such unearthly things?\\nLet s put him out exclaimed Peter.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "154 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nTurn him out into the wilderness, and let him\\nrun with Ishmael and the other beasts\\nPitch him into the Blackwater\\nAnd if there are any big falls below, let him go\\ndown them\\nKill him curse him kill him\\nI have heard about such things, Mr. Philips,\\nsaid Powell like that about Rossmore. Do you\\nbelieve in them\\nOh, certainly, Powell.\\nI once saw a spirit, said old Conway.\\nWith a long tail on him asked Peter.\\nWell, I can t say but it had, continued the old\\nman with eagerness. Once it was on a dark,\\nblack the blackest sort of a night about the end\\nof one November I was a-walking alone in the\\nwoods and I came close upon a\\nDon t tell it it was nothing but a bear or a\\nwolf! exclaimed Butcut. I wish I was at home.\\nWhat a fool I was for coming here! and Peter\\ntried again to sleep.\\nThe sobbing and sighing wind still kept up its sad\\nlament throughout the vale and Andante to its ac-\\ncompaniment again tuned his voice, and half- spoke,\\nhalf-sung the following strange old Scotch ballad\\nTHE TWA CORBIES.\\nThere were twa corbies sat on a tree,\\nLarge and black as black nnight be\\nAnd one the other gan say,\\nWhere shall we go and dine to-day", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 156\\nShall we dine by the wild salt sea\\nShall we go dine neath the greenwood-tree V\\nAs I sat on the deep sea-sand,\\nI saw a fair ship nigh at land\\nI waved my wings, I bent my beak\\nThe ship sank, and I heard a shriek\\nThere they lie, one, two, and three\\nI shall dine by the wild salt sea.\\nCome, I will show you a sweeter sight\\nA lonesome glen and a new-slain knight\\nHis blood yet on the grass is hot.\\nHis sword half-drawn, his shafts unshot.\\nAnd no one kens that he lies there,\\nBut his hawk, his hound, and his lady-fair\\nHis hound is to the hunting gane,\\nHis hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame.\\nHis lady s away with another mate,\\nSo we shall make our dinner sweet;\\nOur dinner s sure, our feasting free\\nCome and dine by the greenwood-tree.\\nYe shall sit on his white hause-bane,\\nI will pick out his bonny blue e en\\nYe U take a tress of his yellow hair,\\nTo theak your nest when it grows bare\\nThe gowden down on his young chin\\nWill do to sewe my young ones in.\\nOh, cauld and bare will his bed be,\\nWhen winter storms sing in the tree\\nAt his head a turf, at his feet a stone\\nHe will sleep, nor hear the maiden s moan:\\nO er his white bones the birds shall fly,\\nThe wild deer bound, and foxes cry\\nThis thing is getting intolerable! exclaimed\\nGalen.\\nIt must be put an end to said But.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "156 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nPerhaps, observed Giiy, you might prefer to\\nhear the ballad of Harold the Grim. That s a bal-\\nlad, now, for such a night as this I think I could\\npitch it to the Infernal Waltz in Robert the\\nDevil. Touch us the strain. Signer.\\nHere the Signer let himself loose upon the waltz,\\nand went on into the opera in general, joined at\\nlength by Mr. Butcut and our whole orchestra\\nPowell and Conway smoking their pipes all the\\nwhile in utter amazement at the effect produced.\\nThis led to the performance of divers other pieces\\nfrom the other operas, in executing which, Harold\\nthe Grim, and the wail of the forest, and the sad\\nmurmur of the Blackwater, were all forgotten for\\nthe time.\\nThis spirited defiance of our condition did not\\nlast. It was but a temporary rising up and, tired\\nout, we laid ourselves down upon the hemlock, and\\nagain gave way to the Ossianly influences of the\\nforest. The owls by this time began to hoot about\\nin alternate question and answer. Whoo-whoo-\\nwhoo-whoo are you? said one, and another an-\\nswered with a hollow, short laugh Whoo-oo-\\n00-00 whoo-oo-oo-oo Certain now that the\\nowls were beginning to come about us attracted,\\nno doubt, by the cooking of the camp we expected,\\nthe next thing, to hear of the approach of the bears\\nand panthers in our neighborhood. The smell of\\nthe bacon and grease of our kitchen would undoubt-", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE BLACKWATER VILLA. 157\\nedly bring these gentlemen around us sometime in\\nthe night it might be, indeed, that our own meat\\nwould draw them and in the event of its turning\\nout a night of rain, why then our fire might be\\ndrenched out, and there would be nothing to keep\\nthe animals from coming in upon us.\\nIn the meantime, however, these thoughts natu-\\nrally arising in the mind, Triptolemus lifted up his\\nvoice, and of his own accord in a somewhat dis-\\ncordant tone, in keeping with the rude character of\\nthe rhythm chanted the ditty of\\nBANGUM AND THE WILD-BOAR.\\nThere is a wild-boar in the wood,\\nKillum-coo, Con\\nThere is a wild-boar in the wood,\\nHe ll eat your meat and drink your blood\\nCut him down\\nCut him down I\\nBangum vowed that he would ride,\\nKillum-eoo, Con\\nBangum vowed that he would ride,\\nWith sword and pistol by his side,\\nCut him down\\nCut him down\\nHe tracked the wild-boar to his den,\\nKillum-coo, Con\\nHe tracked the wild-boar to his den,\\nAnd there he saw the bones of ten thousand men,\\nCut him down 1\\nCut him down\\nThey fought three hours by the day,\\nKillum-coo, Con", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "158 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nThey fought three hours by the day,\\nTill at last the wild-boar he ran away,\\nCut him down\\nCut him down\\nThis delightful ballad of Bangiim and the Boar\\nTrip sang all to himself, for by this time we were\\nabout getting to sleep. Whether this version is a\\ncorrect one, Heaven only knows But we give it\\nhere as Trip sang it, and the probability therefore\\nis that it is a good deal mixed up. Be this as it\\nmay, it is a very remarkable lyric, and worthy of\\nbeing preserved in this chronicle as a specimen of\\nour earlier and ruder song.\\nAbout this time some drops of rain fell down\\nheavily upon the leaves of the forest premonitory\\nof what was in store for us and in five minutes\\nmore, we, our camp, and everything around, were\\ndrenched. As it seemed to be a rather settled,\\nsteady pouring down of the clouds, without any\\nwind or noise of any sort about it and as there\\nwas no help for it, the hunters secured the fire as\\nwell as they could (covering it over partially with\\nsome pieces of hemlock-bark) when, rooting our-\\nselves about among each other like a litter of pigs\\nin a barnyard, we soon fell asleep, in defiance of\\nthe pitiless elements.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 159\\nCHAPTEE XII.\\nTHE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER.\\nUndisturbed by any of the wild beasts, we slept\\nthrough the rain until broad daylight, when we\\ncrawled out of our litter, and started the nearly-\\nextinguished fire. The rain had ceased to fall some-\\ntime in the night but the mist covered the mount-\\nains and enveloped the river the forest was every-\\nwhere dripping wet, and for a while it was rather\\ncheerless as we sat drooping before the slow fire.\\nSoon, however, the flames took hold of the wood,\\nand, as the blaze spread, our spirits revived.\\nThe worst possible thing for a man to do, under\\nany circumstances, is to sit down and droop the\\nvery best, all the philosophers agree, is to go to\\nwork. So we picked up the hatchets and axe, and\\nsoon had a wagon-load of young hemlocks and firs\\nupon the fire, making a flame that dried the atmo-\\nsphere all around our villa. In doing this, it was\\ndiscovered that we were as supple of joint and\\nlimb as if we had slept in moonshine and when\\nTriptolemus looked for his cold (which he had\\nbrought with him into the country), and couldn t", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "160 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nfind it and Mr. Butcut felt himself lighter and\\nfreer in body than he had done since he started\\nit would have puzzled any one, coming fresh among\\nus, to believe that we had slept out all night in the\\nopen air, in a drenching rain.\\nAfter breakfast, however, going beyond the en-\\ncampment, and seeing everything still wet and un-\\ncomfortable, the hearts of some of the party began\\nto fail them and it was proposed that we should\\nstrike our camp for home.\\nWhat and not explore the stream, after com-\\ning out all the way here for the purpose! No\\nnot so, said the artist, who wished to sketch the\\nfalls.\\nIS ot so, repeated the Master, who wished to\\ntake some of the larger trout of the Blackwater.\\nAnd you mean, then, to keep us out here another\\nnight in the rain exclaimed Peter. I won t sub-\\nmit to it!\\nI should rather think we have had enough of\\nit, said Galen the idea of another night of j-ain\\ndestroying his romance a little.\\nWhat do you say. Trip Are you satisfied\\nUgh uh replied Trip but whether he meant\\nyes or no, was only to be got at from his counte-\\nnance which was rather down.\\nIt will read badly in our annals, gentlemen,\\nobserved the Master, to go back without explo-\\nring the falls. Besides, I want to get in among the", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 161\\nlarge fish. We have caught nothing to call a trout\\nyet!\\nWe have seen all the falls we are going to see,\\nsaid Peter.\\nAVhat s your opinion as to that, Powell\\nThere are certainly larger falls, gentlemen, some-\\nwhere down below us. These couldn t make all the\\nroar we have heard out here could they, Cona-\\nway\\nThat s onpossible, replied Conway.\\nGentlemen, I am really suffering very much out\\nhere ^this climate don t agree with me I said Pe-\\nter, pathetically.\\nYou look ill, But!\\nPeter smiled faintly at this. It was the first trace\\nof anything of the kind that had illumined his coun-\\ntenance since day dawned.\\nThe reader will perceive, from the above conver-\\nsation which will serve as a sample of a very con-\\nsiderable discussion, involving the breaking up of\\nthe expedition at this point that some of us bad\\nenough of the wilderness. Although we were all\\nperfectly unharmed by the exposure of the last\\nnight, yet the recollection of it affected the mind\\nunpleasantly, and suggested visions of the comfort\\nof Towers s hostel, which made against any very\\nstrong wish to remain out another night such\\nnight in our Blackwater villa. But the secret of\\nthis desire to leave was attributable to the fact that", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "162 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nthe sun had not yet risen high enough to clear the\\nhilltops, and disperse the mists and fogs of the\\nmorning, which after such a night of rain, had en-\\nveloped everywhere the beautiful world around.\\nLet but the sun shine awhile, and the glory of the\\nrhododendron the beauty of light and shade\\nthe splendor of the living green of the wild the\\nsheen and the sparkle of the waters the summer-\\nmorning breeze the song of the birds all the\\nglories of the month of June in the mountains all\\nthese must enter into the heart, and bring gladness\\nto despair itself As it was, the Master and the\\nSigner rather had But, and Galen, and Trip, in their\\npower for the two hunters, it was very evident,\\nwere keen-set for the exploration of the falls. No\\none up here knew anything about these falls, other\\nthan the conjecture of their existence at any rate,\\nthere was no known man who had seen them. The\\npride of discovery, therefore, operated on the hunt-\\ners and it was apparent that all Andante and the\\nMaster had to do, was to say the word, and they\\ncouldn t be bribed to go back. However, the sun\\nbegan to shine out about this time, breaking through\\nthe mists of the valley and it was agreed that the\\nexploring party should go out, while the others\\nwould amuse themselves fishing or shooting in the\\nneighborhood of the camp, and, if they tired of that,\\noccupy themselves in ornamenting our villa, and in\\nimproving its sleeping-apartment with a roof so", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLA.CKWATER. 163\\ntliat, in case we abode here another night, we might\\nbe able to sleep without being drenched with the\\nrain.\\nIn accordance with this arrangement, the Master\\nand the aitist, with Powell and Conway, prepared\\nthemselves for the day, and set out on their enter-\\nprise of discovery. The heavens seemed to favor\\nus, for we had scarce yet filed into the stream, when\\nthe sun broke through the vapor of the valley and\\nlit up the windings of the little river, until it shone\\nall resplendent of gold, and amber, and snow-white\\nfoam. It was as if some celestial light had sud-\\ndenly illumined the dripping and cheerless Canaan,\\nand we went\\nOn our way attended\\nBy the vision splendid.\\nSome short distance below the camp, when in the\\nmiddle of a small, grassy island, we saw a large doe\\nstanding about fifty yards below us, among a group\\nof rocks in tlie middle of the stream, where she was\\nbrowsing upon the moss. Presently she saw us,\\nand raised her head, standing motionless and lost\\nin wonder irresolute as Ariadne when she was\\nabout to fly.\\nShe has fawns, whispered Powell, back in\\nthe laurel, and has left them for a while, to come\\ndown into the river to drink, and eat the moss upon\\nthe rocks.\\nDon t stir, whispered Conway. Keep still as", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "164 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nyou can, till I go back to the camp and get my rifle.\\nIt s an elegant shot\\nThe Master clapped his hands, and the deer bound-\\ned in about two leaps to the bank of the river, and\\ndisappeared vanished.\\nISTo, Conway, said the Master, you wouldn t\\nkill that beautiful creature, in cold blood\\nWe hunters, replied the old forester, in some\\namazement, don t think about their beauty, Mr.\\nPhilips it s their meat we look at.\\nIt s as well not to have shot it, Conaway, said\\nPowell. She has fawns over there in the laurel.\\nHow do you know that asked the Signor.\\nWhy, come down to the place, and I ll show\\nyou.\\nWe moved down to the rocks and halted. You\\nsee, said Powell, here are the tracks of that deer\\ncoming -into the water, and here they are going out.\\nThat shows, you see, that she went out the same\\nway she came in.\\nYes.\\nYou observed she turned round to jump out of\\nthe river.\\nYes.\\nWell, we hunters reason from this, that she\\nmust have fawns over here in the laurel, or she\\nwould have taken out on the other side which\\nwas natural, as she was standing with her head that\\nway. What made her turn to get out the same way", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 165\\nshe came in? Something turned her; and as it is\\nabout the time now they have their fawns, I say it\\nwas to get back to them.\\nThe reasoning s good, replied the Signor.\\nI am satisfied, observed the Master, and have\\nlearned a little more of the lore of the forest than I\\nknew before.\\nIf it was worth while, said Powell, I would\\ngo into the laurel and get the fawns for you. But\\nif there is anything I don t like, it is laurel.\\nOf course, we had no idea of encumbering our-\\nselves with the fawns so we pursued our way down\\nthe stream now up to our knees in the water\\nnow stooping under some great tree that had fallen\\nacross the stream again along the banks, as they\\npresented a better footway now through the little\\nmeadows of luxuriant grass that skirted the shores\\nof the stream over islands of great rocks break-\\ning into the laurel to get round some hanging cliffs\\nsometimes stepping on a slippery stone, and go-\\ning down soused all over in the water until at\\nlength, some two miles below our camp, we came\\nto the second falls. These are twelve feet high a\\nclear pitch, and in the shape of a horseshoe. The\\npool below them looked deep and dark, spotted with\\nflakes of white foam and bubbles, and no doubt\\ncontained some large-sized trout. We did not stop,\\nhowever, to test it, but proceeded on our course.\\nThe sun by this time had lisen high above the", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "166 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nmountains, and was shining down upon the Canaan\\nw^ith all his refulgence. The river was ever turning\\nin its course, and every few moments some new\\ncharm of scenery was given to our view. The at-\\nmosphere was soft and pleasantly warm, and the\\nbreeze gently fanned the trees. The wilderness was\\nrich everywhere with hues of all dyes, and the banks\\nof the river gleamed for miles with the flowers of\\nthe rhododendron. A scene of more enchantment\\nit would be difficult to imagine. The forest with its\\nhues of all shades of green the river of delicate\\namber, filled with flakes of snow-white foam and\\nthe splendor of the rhododendron everywhere in your\\neye. Picture all this in the mind then remember\\nthat you were far beyond the limits of the world\\nyou had known and say, was it of heaven, or was\\nit of earth\\nSuch pure, unalloyed charm of soul as we felt\\nthat morning, it would be worth any hardship to\\nenjoy. ISTo disturbing thought had any place in\\nthe mind. It seemed that we had entered into a\\nnew existence, that was one of some land of vision.\\nAs for the world we had left, it was as unknown to\\nour thoughts as if we had never heard of it it was\\nabsolutely lapsed from all memory, and nothing but\\nthe beauty and the bliss of the imtrodden Canaan\\nentered into our hearts.\\nAs for myself without pretending to speak at\\nall for the Master, or the Signer, or the two hunters", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 167\\nI am certain I had no idea of having ever been\\nborn of woman no idea of having ever known a\\npassion of mortal joy or sorrow I was some crea-\\ntion of an undiscovered paradise (hitherto undreamed\\nof even) altogether, for those few hours of a new\\neouL And it seems to me now, when I revert my\\nthoughts to that morning s exploration of the Black-\\nwater, that all the divinities of old fable must have\\nhad their dwelling-place out there that surely Pan\\nand Faunus dwelt in those wilds that Diana lived\\nthere, and Latmos, on whose top she nightly\\nkissed the boy Endymion, was the mountain that\\nbordered the Black water that Yenus she of the\\nsea Anadyomene, sometimes left the sea-foam and\\nreposed her charms in the amber flow of the river;\\nthat Diana the huntress, with all her attendant\\nnymphs, pursued those beautiful deer I saw that\\nthe naiads dwelt in the streams^ and the sylphs lived\\nin the air, and the dryads and hamadryads in the\\nwoods around that Egeria had her grotto nowhere\\nelse but in the Canaan all the beautiful creations\\nof old poesy, the spirits or gods that now\\nNo longer live in the faith of reason,\\nall were around me in the unknown wild\\nThe intelligible forms of ancient poets,\\nThe fair humanities of old religion,\\nThe power, the beauty, and the majesty.\\nThat had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,\\nOr forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,\\nOr chasms and watery depths.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "168 THE BLACK WATER CHRONICLE.\\nSometimes the fancy has possessed me that I\\nsaw Undine sitting in all her beauty by the foam\\nof the little Niagara, the most beautiful of all the\\nfalls. Sometimes, too, I have seen Bonny Kil-\\nmeney who was\\nAs pure as pure could be\\nsleeping on the purple and gold-cushioned rocks,\\neven as the Shepherd Poet has so exquisitely cre-\\nated her her bosom heaped with flowers, and love-\\nly beings of the spirit world infusing their thoughts\\nof heaven into her spotless soul her\\nJoup of the lilly sheen,\\nHer bonny snood of the birk sae green,\\nAnd those roses, the fairest that ever were seen.\\nAll these images, and many more innumerable, of\\nthe creations of the genius of mankind, are asso-\\nciated in my mind, henceforth and for ever, with\\nthe Blackwater; and although I am fully aware\\nthat in here giving expression to these fancies, I\\nrun some little risk of stamping this historic narra-\\ntive with the character of fiction, yet the judicious\\nreader will observe that this chronicle was intended\\nin its inception to be an impress of the body and\\nsoul of the expedition the motions and affections\\nof the mind were to be recorded, as well as the mo-\\ntions and affections of the body therefore he will\\nsee that it is all in keeping with the high aim of\\nour undertaking. In accordance, then, with this", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE FAXLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 169\\njust view of things, I have no hesitation in writing\\nit down here, that the Avhole expedition felt them-\\nselves in a paradise all the morning; and I will\\ntake this occasion to observe in regard to myself\\nespecially, that I know something of the joys of\\nthis world have had my reasonable share, and\\nmore too, of the joy that comes of passion but\\nthat perfect bliss of the soul that feeling of entire\\nhappiness, which has no taint of our mortal lot in it\\nwhich is beatific, such as an angel ever lives in,\\nI never had any distinct idea of never anything\\nbut a glimmering, vague, mystified conjecture of,\\nuntil I felt the heaven of that morning down the\\nexquisite stream.\\nThe reader no doubt is a little startled at this\\napparent extravagance, but let him restrain him-\\nself. It is all true, every word of it as near as\\nany felicities of the English language will convey a\\nmeaning and although he may deem the brain of\\nthe chronicler of the expedition a little turned (by\\nthunder may be), yet I call confidently upon Mr.\\nButcut, upon Adolphus, upon the Master of St.\\nPhilip s, upon Triptolemus Todd, Esq., upon the\\nSignor, and the two hunters, to say if it does not\\nbut poorly convey to their minds the feelings they\\nexperienced. Why, Mr. Butcut, forgetful of all\\nhis sufferings, grows enthusiastic when he thinks\\nof the Blackwater, even at this day; and Trip\\nchuckles from ear to ear, with a joyous ugh uli", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "170 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nif you but point your finger in the direction of the\\nAlleganies\\nWhile we have stopped to dilate a little on the\\nheavenly delights of the Canaan, the exploring ex-\\npedition did not stop, but wound its way down the\\nbed of the stream and presently turning a rocky\\npromontory that jutted the mountain side, the\\nBlackwater, some hundred yards ahead, seemed to\\nhave disappeared entirely from the face of the\\nearth, leaving nothing visible down the chasm\\nthrough which it vanished, but the tops of fir-trees\\nand hemlocks and there stood on the perilous\\nedge of a foaming precipice, on a broad rock high\\nabove the flood, the Signor Andante (who had gone\\na-head), demeaning himself like one who had lost\\nhis senses, his arms stretched out wide before him,\\nand at the top of his voice (which couldn t be\\nheard for the roar and tumult around him), pouring\\nforth certain extravagant and very excited utter-\\nances all that could be made out of which, as the\\nrest drew close to his side, was something or other\\nabout\\nThe cataract of Lodore\\nPealing its orisons,\\nand other fragments of sublime madness about cat-\\naracts and waterfalls, to be found at large in the\\nwritings of the higher bards.\\nNot stopping at all to benefit by the poetic and\\notherwise inspired outpouring of the wild and appa-", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 171\\nrently maddened artist, thus venting himself to the\\nadmiring rocks and mountains and tumbling waters\\naround, the expedition stepped out upon the fur-\\nthest verge and very pinnacle of the foaming bat-\\ntlements, and gazed upon the sight, so wondrous\\nand so wild, thus presented to their astonished\\nejes.\\nNo wonder that the Signor demeaned himself\\nwith so wild a joj for\\nAll of wonderful and wild,\\nHad rapture for the artist child\\nand perhaps in all this broad land of ours, whose\\nwonders are not yet half revealed, no scene more\\nbeautifully grand ever broke on the eye of poet or\\npainter, historian or forester. The Blackwater here\\nevidently breaks its way sheer down through one\\nof the ribs of the backbone of the Alleganies. The\\nchasm through which the river forces itself thus\\nheadlong tumultuous down, is just wide enough to\\ncontain the actual breadth of the stream. On\\neither side, the mountains rise up, almost a perpen-\\ndicular ascent, to the height of some six hundred\\nfeet. They are covered down their sides, to the\\nvery edge of the river, with the noblest of firs and\\nhemlocks, and as far as the eye can see, with the\\nlaurel in all its most luxuriant growth befitting\\nundergrowth to such noble growth of forest, where\\nevery here and there some more towering and vast\\nBalsam fir, shows his grand head, like", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "172 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nCaraetacus in act to rally his host.\\nFrom the brink of the falls, where we now stand,\\nit is a clear pitch of some forty feet. Below, the\\nwater is received in a large bowl of some fifteen or\\ntwenty feet in depth, and some sixty or eighty feet\\nacross. Beyond this, the stream runs narrow for a\\nshort distance, bound in by huge masses of rock\\nsome of them cubes of twenty feet then pitches\\ndown another fall of some thirty feet of shelving\\ndescent then on down among other great rocks,\\nlaying about in every variety of shape and size all\\nthe time falling by leaps of more or less descent,\\nuntil it comes to something like its usual level of\\nrunning before it begins the pitch down the moun-\\ntain. This level of the stream, however, is but\\nThe torrent s smoothness ere it dash below\\nfor it leads you to a second large fall, a clear pitch\\nagain of some forty feet. From the top of this you\\nlook down some two hundred feet more of such\\nshelving falls and leaping descent, as we have de-\\nscribed above, until you come again to another\\nshort level of the stream. This, in its turn, is the\\napproach to another large fall. Here the river\\nmakes a clear leap again of about some thirty\\nfeet, into another deep basin and looking on\\nbelow you, you see some two hundred feet or\\nmore of like shelving falls and rapid rush-down of\\nthe stream, as followed upon the other large falls.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 173\\nGetting down below all these, the river heaving\\nnow tumbled headlong down some six hundred\\nl eet, more or less, in somewhere about a mile, it\\nmakes a bend in its course, along the base of the\\nmountain to the left, and mingles its amber waters\\nwith the darker flow of the Cheat the Cheat some\\ntliree times the size of the Blackwater and roaring\\ndown between mountains (twelve or fifteen hun-\\ndred feet sheey up above us), through, not a val-\\nley, but a rocky and savage chasm, scarcely wide\\nenough to hold tlie river.\\nIt will be perceived from this description, that\\nthe falls of the Blackwater must be extremely\\ngrand, picturesque, and wild, in their character. A\\nstream of good size, that breaks down through one\\nof the bold Allegany mountains a fall in the\\nwhole, of some six hundred feet, must afl ect the\\nmind grandly. If, instead of a beautiful little river\\nof some fifty feet in breadth, running some two or\\nthree feet deep in the main, it were as large as the\\nCheat, the predominating sense of the beautiful\\nthat now belongs to it, would be lost in the terror\\nit would inspire. As it is, let the floods get out in\\nthe mountains let the snows of winter linger on in\\nthe Alleganies into the spring and all at once let\\nthe south wind blow, and the sun returning higher\\nup this way, pour down his rays then would you\\nbehold such a mad rush and tumult of waters, roar-\\ning down the Alleganies, as would strike such", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "174 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nawe into your soul, as not even I^iagara, in all\\nhis diffused vastness, could impress you with. But,\\nthen, it would be no longer the exquisite Black-\\nwater, filling the mind with so wondrous and wild\\na sense of beauty, that now makes it a picture, such\\nas no son of genius, who had once hung it up in the\\ngalleries of his brain, would ever take down.\\nBut enough of comment. We will leave the falls\\nto the imagination of the reader, who can now work\\nup for himself, from the sketch we have given, such\\na picture as will best please him and go on to\\nrelate some little incidents of fishing, which we\\nhope will impart some pleasure.\\nIf we remember aright, we left the expedition\\nstanding on the brow of the first fall, in some con-\\nsiderable tumult of soul at the grand sight that had\\nbroken so suddenly and unexpectedly upon them\\nand the artist the Signor Andante, in a frenzy\\nof inspiration\\nOn a rock, whose haughty brow\\nFrowns o er Blackwater s foaming flood,\\nKobed in the ragged garb he wore,\\nWith flashing eyes the artist stood\\nnow repeating wildly to the Blackwater flood, the\\nfiery song which the last of the bards uttered over\\nOld Conway s (I don t mean Conway the man,\\nbut the river).\\nWe are happy, however, in being able to inform\\nall who take any interest in the artist, that he did", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACKWATER. 175\\nnot conclude his rant in the grand manner of the\\nlast of the bards who\\nSpoke, and headlong from the mountain s height,\\nDeep in the roaring tide, he plunged to endless night!\\nNo, Andante, backed himself very carefully out from\\nthe edge of the torrent and, very much in accord-\\nance with our preconceived estimate of him as a\\nman of sense, followed the hunters into the hang-\\ning side of the mountain, where he, like the rest of\\nus, letting himself down by clinging to the branches\\nof laurel, and sliding on his back down the steep\\nrocks, with the aid of an occasional precarious foot-\\nhold, at length succeeded in getting below the cata-\\nract.\\nWe now prepared ourselves for the trout. It was\\nby this time, near the middle of the day, too late,\\nas we supposed, for any very good fishing for the\\nlarge fish generally by this time lie about in the\\nbed of the streams, and are indififerent to the lure\\nof the bait. Notwithstanding this, we had scarcely\\nthrown our lines into the deep water before us,\\nbefore our bait was seized. The Master drew up\\nthe first fish. He had thrown in lust at the edo-e of\\nthe foam and spray of the fall, and a quick, bold\\npull swept his line through the foam. On the\\ninstant, witli a switch of his rod sidewise, then\\nthrowing it up aloft, he landed^ between his thighs\\n(for it was water all around him) a fine vigorous\\ntrout, breaking ofiP about two feet of the switch-end", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "176 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nof his maple rod. This trout was a foot long, and\\nsome three inches deep behind the shoulders. Pres-\\nently Powell di ew out another of about the same\\nsize. Then the artist brought out a fine one from\\nthe bowl. And Conway, who by this time had\\npicked up the best stick he could find, and tied a\\nshort bit of sea-weed to it squatting down on\\nhis haunches, on a mossy rock, and looking the\\npicture of some old sleepy satyr of the woods, palled\\nout his large fish without a word to anybody. It\\nwas great work and the excitement intense. In\\nthe course of a quarter of an hour we had caught,\\namong all of us, some twenty fine fish some of\\nthem thirteen inches long and this with no other\\nbait than the common red worm. Indeed, if to take\\na quantity of trout be your only object, so full is the\\nstream of them, and so ravenous are they, that\\nwith any sort of a line, and anything of a hook a\\npin-hook if you can get no other you may take as\\nmany as you can carry. But our tackle was good,\\nand with the exception of a regular rod (which it\\nwould have been troublesome to have brought\\nalong upon so difficult an enterprise) we were\\nreasonably well provided for the sport. If the\\nreader will bear it in mind, that the Blackwater\\nnever in all probability had a line thrown in it\\nbefore, he need wonder at nothing we can tell him\\nabout the quantity of trout it contains, or the greed-\\niness with which they bite at any sort of bait.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THE BLACK WATER. 177\\nAs our purpose to-day was rather to explore the\\nfalls than fish, we drew up our lines and proceeded\\ndown the torrent. By dint of much scrambling,\\nand crawling, climbing, leaping, hanging, and every\\nother sort of means you can think of, of getting\\nyourself along sometimes swept down by the\\nstrength of the current, and lodged in some side\\neddy or pool driving out the trout, and getting\\nup and shaking yourself, with some two or three\\ncraw-fish, about the size of your hand, sticking to\\nyour clothes we made our way down below the\\nsecond of the large falls. Here we fished again for\\na while, and caught some fifty more trout some\\nof us baiting our hooks with the gullets of the fish,\\ncut out for that purpose and some with the red\\nfins, whicli we would cut oft* and use, by way of\\nsubstitute for the fly, and which was found to an-\\nswer the purpose as well- as anything else.\\nSatisfied with the trial of the stream heie, we\\ndrew up, and proceeded down our rugged way.\\nPresently, missing the artist, who had gone ahead\\nof us, we were under some apprehension that lie\\nhad fallen down some of the rocks, and ended his\\nmortal career, here and elsewhere especially,\\nwhen, after repeated calls, we could hear no answer\\nfrom him. Moving down the stream, tlierefore,\\nsomewhat rapidly, we came upon a wide rock,\\nover which the water lay about in pools; and\\nwhere we saw scattered about, high and dry, a", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "178 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\ngoodly number of large trout, dying and dead. Be-\\nlow this rock the Signor had let himself down some\\nten feet; and standing on a flat ledge, enveloped in\\nspray from the water flowing down on either side of\\nhim, he was intently engaged in hauling out from\\na pool before him, the fine trout we saw around\\nabout as fast as he could bait his hook. He told\\nus he had been here only some fifteen minutes\\nand when he ascended, without a dry shred upon\\nhim, from the watery grotto wherein he had en-\\nshrined himself, he gathered up some sixteen fish of\\nthe largest size we had taken that day.\\nLeaving our rods at this point, we went on as\\nrapidly as we could make our way, down the falls,\\nand finished our exploration to the mouth of the\\nBlackwater. Here, sitting down to rest, we sum-\\nmed up our review of the falls in which we set-\\ntled down to the estimate above given, that the\\nleap-down of the Blackwater must be some six hun-\\ndred feet, in somewhere about a mile. The reader\\nwill understand that this estimate is made, not by\\nguesswork, but upon some certain data for we\\nmeasured all the larger falls. It will be perceived,\\n^owever, that we can not be far wrong in our com-\\nputation, when we make the statement, that from\\nthe top of each of the larger falls, you see, at the dis-\\ntance of a few hundred yards down before you, the\\ntops of fir-trees (their bodies not visible) peering up\\nlike bushes and when you get down to them, you", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE FALLS OF THK BLACKWATER. 179\\nfind they are great trees of some liundred feet or\\nmore in height. Standing upon the top of the first\\nlarge fall, you look down upon some hundred and\\nfifty feet or more, of the leap-down of the river\\ngoing down, then, to this point, you make a turn\\nfor some distance, and presently come upon the\\nnext large fall from the top of which you look\\ndown upon about the same descent and so on to\\nthe third. But enough. Let us now go back.\\nAbout halfway up the falls a thunder-storm passed\\nover ns and the reverberation down the chasm was\\nexceedingly grand. Stopping under a hanging\\nrock that afi orded us shelter from the storm, we\\nsaw in the wet sand the footprints of otter, and\\nother evidences of their inhabiting the stream.\\nPresently there came a volleyed discharge of the\\nheaven s cannon and as the roar muttered itself\\naway throughout the refts of the mountains, the\\nsun broke out, and we proceeded on our way up\\nthe steep ascent a rainbow over-arching the wa-\\nterfalls, and the spray everywhere golden with\\nsunbeams. At length, reaching the top of the\\ngrand chasm, and standing again on the brink of\\nthe impending rocks where we first hailed so rap-\\nturously, the leap-down of the river we took a\\nlast look of the wdld scene and went on our way to\\nthe camp.\\nSomewhere about five o clock in the eveninor we\\no\\ncame in, and depositing our spoils of the stream", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "180 THE BLACKWA^rER CHKOTsICLE.\\nabout a hundred and fifty fine trout; we eat and\\nrecounted our adventures alternately, until we and\\nour audience grew tired and fell asleep the Prior\\nmurmuring as he went ofi the noble lines of By-\\nron\\nThe Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold,\\nAnd his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold,\\nthe Assyrian to his imagination being the dark and\\nrushing Cheat, and the cohorts gleaming in purple\\nand golcl^ the golden Blackwater and the other glit-\\ntering streams of the Canaan.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "now WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN.\\n181\\n^f?\\nCHAPTEE XIII.\\nHOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN AND IN SPITE\\nOF OUR TEETH.\\nMorning has dawned again upon the camp, and\\nwith it we arose to prepare for our homeward\\nmarch. We took our last bath in the Blackwater,\\nand at breakfast eat up all that remained of our\\nprovisions. Some of us, sated with the trout,\\nbreakfasted entirely upon the bacon that was left.\\nIn our hardy and rough life, the Ush had ceased\\nto be food to us, and a beefsteak would have been", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "182 THE BLACK WATER CHRONICLE.\\nthe greatest of luxuries. Had we been prepared\\nto remain out longer, it will be seen, therefore, that\\nwe would have taken to killing the deer for our\\ntable which we only did not do heretofore, be-\\ncause it seemed like wanton butchery to slay the\\nbeautiful foresters, when we had the finest of\\nall fish that swim in such abundance. Everything,\\nhowever, was now gone the ham and middling\\neaten, the last of the coffee drank and not a\\ncrumb of bread remained. There were about three\\nhundred trout, cleaned and ready for use, in our\\nkitchen, but we turned up our noses at them. Out\\nof these, Conway selected some of the finest, and\\nmaking a basket of the bark of tlie fir-tree, packed\\nthem up to take home, no one else choosing to be\\ntroubled with them all the rest we left on the rock\\na feast for the otters, or whatever other of the\\nwild inhabitants of the Canaan, who were fond of\\nfish.\\nWith our wallets strapped on our shoulders, and\\nall equi^^ped for the march, we waited the rising of\\nthe sun, to marshal us the way we should go for\\nhaving no compass along, the god of day was our\\nonly guide, preserver, and friend. Presently, the\\nsun arose, blushing discontented at the clouds\\naround, and Powell, with his rifle in one hand and\\nthe frying-pan in the other, started up from his\\nseat, followed first by Conway, then by all of us\\nand thus we bi oke our way into the laurel, making", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 183\\nstraiglit lip the mountain, that rose high above us,\\ndark and dense with all the green leaves of sum-\\nmer.\\nReaching the top of the ridge, the hunters held\\nsome counsel as to their course and telling us,\\nconfidently, that they would take us to the glade\\non the Potomac, where we had left our horses, by\\ntwo o clock, we strode through the wild in high\\nspirits even Peter vaunting himself very much,\\nand proclaiming the glorious feelings of a life in\\ntlie woods. With much jest, and a good deal of\\nextravagant utterance of one sort and another\\nsome occasional practical remark in regard to the\\nwealth of land and water around us we went\\ncareeringly on our way, like a band of Indians\\nsingle file on a war-path, if path that can be called\\nwhere path there was none.\\nIn about two hours of such walking, a damper\\nwas put on our spirits by the announcement of\\ngathering clouds. Presently down came the rain\\nand a little tired already with the climbing up\\nand down the mountains, and the rough and\\ntumble of it all the tumhle done in the main\\nby Trip, who fell along as was his wont we\\nstopped at length under a tree, until the shower,\\nas we supposed it, would pass by. We sat here for\\nsome time, but the forest being by this time entirely\\nwet which of course would wet us in walking:\\nthrough it we concluded that we might as well", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "184 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\ntake the rain in one shape as another, and proceed\\non our way. But here at once a question arose as\\nto where the way was, for we had lost the sun to\\nguide us. A right sharp debate took place, but\\nPowell insisting upon a certain direction, off we\\nstarted Peter beginning to show a little gloom\\nof countenance, and none of us a face of the bright-\\nest. However, on we went, forcing a spirit we did\\nnot entirely feel, and after about two hours more\\nof hard walking, all wet and very well blown, we\\ncame to a halt at an exclamation made by Galen,\\nthe purport of which was, that a bent tree just be-\\nfore us, was the very same bent tree that we had\\nstopped under two hours ago. This was a very\\ndiscomforting remark to have thrust upon us, and\\nwas controverted by the whole party. And there\\nwas great difficulty in deciding the matter, for the\\nwilderness is so covered everywhere with moss, and\\nso entirely trackless, and there are so many places\\nthat look alike, and so many trees bent over by the\\nstorms all about, that the fact of our having been\\nhere two hours before was about being decided in\\nthe negative (the wish being father to the conclu-\\nsion), w^hen the doctor discovered a cut in the side\\nof a tree, where he had stuck his hatchet when he\\nwas here before.\\nThis settled the question. It was clear we had been\\nwalking the last two hours in a circle, and had\\ncome back to the point we started from. Clouds", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 185\\nnow gathered over the countenance of tlie expedi-\\ntion, about as dark as those over the face of the\\nheavens and each one manifested himself accord-\\ning to his temper under adversities defied or be-\\nmoaned his fate. A great disputation was imme-\\ndiately entered upon, as to where the north was.\\nEven Powell and Conway difi ered entirely. Peter\\nvehemently urged it was here Triptolemus con-\\ntended it was there. The Signor tried to make it\\nout by the dark side of the trees but, in the gloom\\nof the day, they were on all sides dark. Galen\\ntwisted his neck to no purpose, looking up for a\\nlight spot in the clouds by which to place the sun.\\nThe Prior said and did nothing, but looked as if he\\nhad come to the conclusion that the Canaan had no\\nnorth.\\nThere is nothing clear about the whole mat-\\nter, exclaimed Peter, gloomily, but that we are\\nlost!\\nThat s clear as preaching, answered Trip.\\nWhat an infernal idiot I was to get into this\\nscrape continued Peter. A man with a family\\nliving in ease and comfort, enjoying the society\\nof my friends I may say surrounded by every-\\nthing a man ought to desire in fact, more too!\\nBut such is man! to come out here into this\\ncrooked wilderness, where there is nothing straight\\nno paths nothing leadiiig anywhere! Lost\\nyes, undoubtedly lost, and with a fine chance of", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "186 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nbeing either starved or walked to death both, I\\ndare say\\nOr eaten by the bears, said Trip.\\nAny bear that attempts that game on me, re-\\njoined Peter, would play into my hand.\\nGentlemen, observed the Signor, there is\\nnothing gained by staying here, that I can see. I\\nj)ropose tliat Conway take the lead, as he and\\nPowell differ about the course. Let s try his luck,\\nand see what will come of it.\\nAgreed, said Powell let Conaway try it but\\nyou are going the wrong way. Here, more to the\\nleft, I say, we will come upon the horses. Here s\\nthe north, and here s northeast and northeast is\\nour course.\\nWhat do you judge from, Powell? The skies\\nare all clouds; you can t judge by the moss, and\\nthe weather-stains on the trees for tliey are on all\\nsides alike.\\nWell, I can t say rightly what I judge from.\\nBut there is something in the shape of the hills\\nthe way they slope and the looks of the country,\\nthat makes me say here s the northeast and I be-\\nlieve in an hour or two we would come right down\\non our horses.\\nPowell was evidently very much mortified at his\\nhaving walked us round in a circle for the last two\\nhours. But he accounted for it satisfactorily enough,\\nby reminding us that in sitting down here before,", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 187\\nand shifting our position under the trees to avoid\\nthe rain, we had unconsciously lost sight of the\\ndirection we were on and starting off in the con-\\nfusion of a disputation upon the vexed question as\\nto where the sun was, we had, without considera-\\ntion, taken the direction we happened to be facing\\nat the time. An intelligent man, like Powell, takes\\ngreat pride in his knowledge of the woods and in\\nproportion as he estimated his knowledge highly, he\\nwas now greatly mortified, as was evident from his\\nwhole bearing. The doctor, seeing this, from the\\nkindness of his nature stepped in to the mortified\\nforester s relief.\\nJSTever mind it, Powell, he observed, blandly.\\nIt don t at all impugn your woodcraft in our opin-\\nion. Daniel Boone himself would get lost out here\\nin a cloudy day. But let Conway try it for a while,\\nas proposed. It s just trying his luck, you know\\nwhich may fail too.\\nI would rather Powell should keep the lead\\nhe knows more about the woods than I do, said\\nold Conway, a little infirm of purpose.\\nKo, I have missed it once, observed Powell,\\nand it s but fair that Conway should try it.\\nIt s no such mighty matter, said Trip I could\\ndo it myself!\\nI ll bet, answered Peter, that if we were to\\nfollow you, we wouldn t get five miles away from\\nwhere we are now standing in the next three weeks", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "188 THE BLACKWATEE CHRONICLE.\\nYour hcck^ Trip, said the Master, couldn t\\nbring us out, by possibility, anywhere else than at\\nthe exact opposite point to that we are aiming for\\nUgh uh replied Trip. If you follow ine,\\nI ll hit the Fairfax stone in an hour. I feel, and\\nhave felt, all the morning, somehow, as if it ought\\nto be over here. And you all know, gentlemen,\\nI ve a sort of lean that way.\\nThat s exactly my opinion, said Powell. I\\nwould be willing to bet on it, that it is just in the\\ndirection Mr. Todd says. That s the course I ve\\nbeen arguing for with Conaway.\\nCome, give up the point, Powell.\\nBlast the crooked wilderness, that I should have\\ngot turned around so I a n t worth anything any\\nlonger!\\nIS^ever mind it, Powell. Man is prone to error.\\nThat s what old Davy Waddell says, observed\\nthe doctor.\\nHow was that, Adolphus\\nYou all know Davy, gentlemen\\nYes a very shrewd, clear-headed man.\\nAnd a very original one.\\nThe state hasn t a more remarkable one in its\\nlimits.\\nThat s a risky remark there are so many of\\nthem But what about Davy\\nWell, I ll tell you, resumed the doctor. Some\\nyears ago, I was at the races down at Baltimore", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 189\\nabout the time tlie Central club was in its liej-day\\nbefore racing liad died down in the countiy.\\nStevens s Black Maria had beaten the Southern\\nhorse in the great race of the season. But a race\\nwas made by Colonel Johnson, to run Trifle against\\nthe Nortliern mare the next day. Trifle was tlien\\nyoung, and pretty much unknown. Trifle beat the\\nrace. There was a great deal of excitement about,\\nand a good deal of money lost and won. After the\\nrace was over, I walked up to the hotel, where there\\nwas a great crowd, and a good deal of loud talking,\\nlaughing, and paying over of money, going on. In\\nthe midst of all this melee, Davy s voice sounded\\nhigh above it all, and compelled attention. It seems\\nthat the most of the betters had staked upon Black\\nMaria and very naturally too, for she had won the\\nrace of the day before against one of Johnson s best\\nhorses the Bonnets of Blue, I believe. Davy,\\nhowever, had bet on Trifle, and of course he won.\\nHe was accordingly in high spirits, and was conso-\\nling the losers by explaining to them how prone man\\nwas to arrar, as he called it\\nGentlemen, I tell you, you needn t think any\\nthe worse of yourselves for betting on the wrong\\nmare, for I wish I may never see another horserace\\nif man a n t always committing arrar in some shape\\nor other. It a n t in his nature to avoid it Why,\\nsar, let any man any intelligent man any of\\nyou gentlemen around me any man, sar, who", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "190 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\ndoesn t know the geargrapliy of the country he s a ri-\\nding in, come to a place in the woods where the roads\\nfork, and he s sure to take the wrong lork he s\\nsure to do it, sar And, gentlemen, if there s a cock-\\nfight a transpiring anywhere, the most of the betters\\nare sure to pick out the fowl that s whipped I never\\nknew it otherwise Pitch up a handful of coppers\\nin the middle of a bar-room that s full of people,\\nand some two or three, by chance altogether by\\nchance will say, Heads, but all the rest of them\\nwill call out, Tails and when you come to pick\\nup the coppers, it s heads they all are I never knew\\nit otherwise, unless thar was some cheating going\\non. And now, gentlemen-losers, I m going to take\\nthe liberty of giving you a little advice I always\\npractise on it and I don t know that I ever lost\\nany money except when I ve been foolhardy enough\\nto go against it and that is, always to bet against\\nthe majority; for I ll be d d, sar, if I ever have\\nknown em to be right, except when it was clearly\\nby chance You see it must be so for, seeing as\\nhow man is prone to arrar^ the majority of em must\\ngo wrong and the majority being necessarily wrong,\\nwhenever you want to bet your money upon a race,\\nor cock-fight at faro, or sweat, or double O,\\nor anything at all at which gentlemen pleasure them-\\nselves find out the general opinion, and put up\\nyour money against it, as I did on the Yirginia mare\\non principle, and you ll double your pile you may", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 191\\ndepend npon it, as sure as my name s David Wad-\\ndle, at your service\\nWell, now, said old Conway, that Waddell\\nmust be considerable of a smart man for whenever\\nI ve been out in the woods, and didn t know I was\\nright, I ve mostly, I may say, gone wrong.\\nWhat s the opinion here, gentlemen, inquired\\nPeter, in regard to the northeast?\\nThat question has neither a majority nor mi-\\nnority attached to it. There are no two of us who\\nagree on it.\\nAllow me to say, gentlemen, observed Peter,\\nthat this thing is not to be trifled with. It s a very\\nserious business. Now, it strikes me that there is\\nsomething in Davy Waddle s opinion, and that we\\nought to act upon it. Something might come out\\nof it. Let every man, I say, point to where he\\nthinks the north is.\\nIt was done, on the word and the fact was de-\\nmonstrated that the expedition entertained seven\\ndifferent opinions on the subject. Of course, it was\\nimpossible, in our case, to act on Waddell s theory\\nof going right, and we had to give up that chance.\\nOne of three things, therefore, was all that was left\\nto us either to follow Powell, who had just walked\\nus round for two hours in a circle or trust to Trip s\\nlean to the Fairfax stone or stake our deliverance\\nupon old Conway, who seemed by no means confi-\\ndent in his judgment. Something, however, had", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "192 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nto be done and, as is usually the case in sucli mat-\\nters, we adopted the wrong alternative put Con-\\nway in the lead, and went to the right, when we\\nshould have gone to the left, as it afterward turned\\nout.\\nNow, then, Conway leading, we once more broke\\nour way through the wild, striking a course that\\npresently brought us to some laurel. This we skirted\\nfor a while, but at length found ourselves hemmed\\nin by a great belt of it, spreading everywhere as far\\nas the eye could see. There is always a stream of\\nsome size in the laurel and we now plunged into\\nthe brake to see in what direction the water flowed.\\nIf it ran to the right hand, both the hunters agreed\\nthat we would be on the waters east of the Back-\\nbone, flowing into the Potomac and would be on\\nthe right course if it ran to the left, it would then\\nbe cej tain that we were still west of the Bone, on\\nthe waters of the Cheat and therefore on the\\nwrong course altogether. When we made our way\\nto the stream, it ran to the left and hope now put\\noff farther than ever. There was evident dismay\\nupon the countenance of the expedition, and some-\\nthing of a disposition manifested to revolt against\\nthe guides which shows that, notwithstanding all\\nthe talk about man s individual advancement in this\\nnineteenth century, he is, in and about, the precise\\nsame animal at bottom now that he was when he\\nmurmured at the leading of Moses and Aaron in", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 193\\nthe Arabian wilderness. However, be tliis as it may,\\nthere was evidently nothing to be gained by mingling\\nour murmurs, here in the wilds of the Canaan, with\\nthe gentler murmurs of this unknown little stream.\\nSo we crossed over the laurel which gave us about\\nas much to do as we could attend to for the time\\nand, right or wrong, kept on the way we were go-\\ning and after about an hour s hard and rather dis-\\nconsolate work, we came to a halt, on the top of a\\nridge, to rest ourselves, and let Peter come up with\\nUS, who by this time was farther behind than was\\ndeemed consistent with his safety. Presently, that\\nunhappy gentleman came in, looking very much dis-\\nmantled his face red breathing hard and re-\\nnewing, for about the hundred and nineteenth time\\n(according to Triptolemus s arithmetic), his proposi-\\ntion to encamp.\\nOh, this is most damnable exclaimed Peter.\\nWhat o clock is it?\\nYou had better ask, What s the latitude V\\nI take it, said Powell, it is somewhere be-\\ntween dinner-time and supper-time.\\nIs there anything to eat asked Peter. I m\\nsuffering for food my strength is nearly gone\\nConway, give him a raw trout out of your bas-\\nket, replied the artist.\\nHave you any bread? inquired Peter.\\nNot a crumb.\\nNor any meat\\n9", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "194 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nNo meat not a bite!\\nWell, that settles it we must encamp, and let\\nthe hunters go out and shoot a deer.\\nNo, not so, we must get into the settlements at\\nall hazards, interposed the artist.\\nIf the sun would only come out, I ll insure it\\nto reach the horses yet to-day, said Powell.\\nIf I could have had any idea of this, rejoined\\nPeter that I should be walked to death in this\\nmanner I don t think\\nDon t think anything It s clear that all we\\nhave to do is to go on. We may get out somewhere.\\nIf we stay here, we may starve.\\nAt this moment, in the midst of all these doubts\\nand fears of ours, and the perplexity and bewilder-\\nment of the guides, some one thought he discerned\\nsomething like a slight lighting up of the clouds.\\nThis led to a very excited debate, maintained with\\ngreat ability on all sides, whether it indicated the\\nposition of the sun, or might not be just as well\\ncaused by the wind getting up in that quarter. Af-\\nter a good deal said, however, that we will not stop\\nto record here all of which was strongly character-\\nized by the different mental and moral peculiai-ities\\nof the various parties to the discussion it was at\\nlength put to the vote and passed, that no man should\\nhenceforth say a word upon the question as to where\\nthe four points of the compass were, but that the\\nmatter should be left to the two hunters, upon w^hose", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 195\\ndeliberations, undisturbed by any suggestions of\\nours, the fate of the expedition should entirely de-\\npend. Powell and Conway, therefore, undisturbed\\nby any confusing opinions of ours, presently came\\nto a determination as to their course, and off we\\nstruck ao:ain through the wilderness.\\nWe will not encumber our narrative with a reci-\\ntal of all that occurred on the march, but merely\\nstate, that the route we had fallen on in our bad\\nluck, led us through about as rugged, as savage,\\nand as difficult a wilderness, as a man could well\\nget into that we climbed hills so steep that we\\nhad to pull ourselves up by clinging to anything\\nwe could lay hold of, and get down them as best\\nwe could that we were now all the time either\\ncrossing mountain-tops, or clambering their sides,\\nor plunging into the laurel that filled the ravines\\nbetween; that sometimes the dead trees would\\ncover the ground everywhere before us lying six\\nfeet high when we would come to scale them, and\\noften so decomposed that we would sink into them\\nup to the waist. It was through such a wild that\\nwe now forced our way until, at length, some-\\nwhere about five o clock in the evening, jaded and\\nmuch exhausted for want of food, that part of the\\nexpedition that was in the advance called a halt in\\nfiont of some very extensive laurel just ahead, the\\nlook of which made it necessary, in the opinion of\\nthe guides, to hold a council of war.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "196 THE BLACKWATEK CHRONICLE.\\nThis time we straggled in at considerable inter-\\nvals an indication of our weary plight; and each\\none, as he came in, instead of sitting down as usual,\\nunstrapped his wallet, and stretched himself out at\\nfull lengtli on the moss, wet as it was from the rain\\nof the day. Up to this time no one had entertained\\nthe idea, seriously, that we would not be able to\\nget out of the Canaan some time or other during\\nthe day. But that hope was now failing us and\\nalthough we had nothing to eat, it was seriously\\ndeliberated whether we had not better build a fire\\nand prepare to pass the night where we were. But\\nat this time, the clouds that had obscured the sky all\\nday, broke away, and the wind rising, the sun\\npresently shone out whereupon it was determined\\nto make one more effort to get out, and if that\\nfailed, then to encamp, roast the few tront we had\\nfor a supper, and take the chances of killing a deer\\nin the morning for our breakfast.\\nThis determination met with no favor from Peter,\\nwho was dead opposed to any further walking for\\nthe day. He urged the advantage of encamping in\\na great many points of view but all to no avail\\nand, finally, as a last resort, made an appeal to\\nfeeling.\\nWell, then, gentlemen, go on. One thing is\\ncertain, that I can go no further. You will have\\nto leave me behind, if you can reconcile it to your\\nconsciences.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 197\\nMan in a state of nature has very little of that\\ncommodity, said the Prior.\\nAs for myself, said the Signor, I am some-\\nwhat at best, like the Spanish sharper, who threw\\nhis aside in his youth, because he was told it had a\\nYou may make yourselves as merry as you\\nplease with my sufferings, replied Peter, with an\\nair of resignation, but it s utterly impossible for\\nme to go any further. And what is it all for? We\\nare wandering about here, nobody knows where.\\nGentlemen, it s the height of nonsense. Let s en-\\ncamp and eat something.\\nHadn t we, Peter, much better keep on a little\\nlonger we might, by chance, get to the horses.\\nIf we stay here we will never get out, said the\\nSignor. Powell, move on.\\nStop awhile, said Peter, let me ask a question\\nof Powell. Powell, have you any distinct idea at\\nall of where we are\\nWell, to tell you the truth, Mr. Botecote, I have\\nnot. All the water we have come upon yet, has\\nbeen running the wrong way to me. If I could see\\nsome water running to the right of our course, I\\nshould feel satisfied.\\nYou really give it up then, Powell\\nJSTo, I don t say I give it up I only say I don t\\nknow where we are.\\nWhat do you say, Conway", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "198 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nI d give something to be back on the Black-\\nwater where we started from.\\nThere it is I knew it would be so from the\\nbeginning. We don t know where we are. These\\nhunters haven t the slightest idea themselves. It s\\nall abominable It is perfectly intolerable It s\\ninsufferable It s\\nIt s bad enough, that s true, said one.\\nAnd likely to be worse, said another.\\nMy heels are rubbed raw, said Galen, and\\nwill be, I expect, rawer before we get out.\\nTowells was right about the Canaan, said\\nTrip.\\nTowers, said the Signer Towers, Trip, don t\\ncall him Towells. You only add to Peter s aggra-\\nvations.\\nHe s beyond such niceties now, said the Mas-\\nter. It is only when the body s at ease that the\\nmind is delicate.\\nMay Towers roast for this said Peter. It s\\nas much owing to him, as anybody else, that I came\\nout into this desert. He took very good care, how-\\never, not to come himself!\\nThe expedition, by this time, was well under way\\nagain, skirting the edge of the laurel that lay wide\\nto the left of us, while the mountain, on whose\\nslopes we walked, rose high and bold above us, on\\nthe riglit. Pursuing a course along the rugged and\\nbroken side of the mountain, it was not long before", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 201\\nto a degree of indomitable energy, perseverance,\\nskill, fortitude, and endurance, and so forth, et\\ncetera, that has never been matched. It is not to\\nbe denied, that history contains many instances of\\ndesperate achievement, bearing some resemblance\\nto this deliverance of ours there is the well-\\nknown case of Moses in the bullrushes but what\\nare bullrushes, I would like to know, to this all-fired\\nlaurel Grass nothing but grass Napoleon got\\nout from the forests of Russia but how? With\\nall his grand army gone We stand here, gentle-\\nmen, with our ranks yet unthinned by the loss of a\\nsingle follower. It is true, gentlemen, I was a little\\ndisconsolate at one time but then I recalled to\\nmind the case of Marius sitting among the ruins of\\nCarthage, in the very acme of his adversity and\\nremembering that he was a second time proconsul,\\nmy soul rose up within me, and I would have suffer-\\ned the last extremity of martyrdom in the shape of\\nlocomotion, before I would have given up. The\\ncase, also, of Moses and the children of Israel oc-\\ncurred to me and I determined it should not be\\nsaid by posterity that the children could get into\\ntheir Canaan, while I wasn t able to get out of ours.\\nI will even, gentlemen, go so far as to say, that at\\nthat crisis, when I thought we had found out the per-\\npetual motion, from the rounds we were describing\\nin the forest I will candidly admit it, out of my\\nregard for the truth of history that just then, 1\\n9*", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "202 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nverily believe I would have submitted to the opera-\\ntion of being eaten by a bear, without feeling any\\nindignation at the audacious effrontery of such a\\nprocedure. But Allah Akbar! God is. Great!\\nand the bounties of Providence are new every day\\nand here I am you may say in spite of my teeth\\nand, indeed, you may say of all the other parts of\\nmy body. When I look back upon my tracks, and\\nthink of the laurel, and the interminable mountains\\nand such mountains, and the piles of rotten hem-\\nlocks and firs that I have been stuck in and that I\\nhave been at it now from sunrise, without any inter-\\nmission, up to this time, six o clock in the evening\\nthirteen mortal hours and all without anything\\nto eat, may the devil take my lights 1 as Towers\\nsays, if I am not utterly lost in astonishment at\\nthose powers, hitherto unrevealed to me, that have\\nstood me out. It s glory enough for any one man s\\nlifetime and I tell you all now, if ever you catch\\nme in the Canaan again, unless it is a horseback,\\nand with plenty of provisions, my name s not Peter\\nBotecote. By the way, men, how far off are the\\nhorses from here? That s a matter to be seen to\\nat once.\\nWell, I reckon, the glade where we left them,\\nmust be some six miles above us, said old Conway.\\nAt least that, said Powell.\\nPeter fell again at this information. But upon\\nConway s saying that it was not more than some", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 203\\nthree miles to his house througli the woods, and by\\na path all the way, it was determined to let the\\nhorses stay where they were, and go on at once\\nafoot.\\nSo we moved on, crossed the Potomac, and struck\\ninto a good path winding through the forest. We\\nwent along at a rapid walk and even at this fast\\ngait were urged to go faster by Peter, now dashing\\nalong with a free swing up among the foremost of\\nthe party. Indeed, you would suppose from the\\nenergy of his movements, that he was walking for\\na wager so reanimated was he at having accom-\\nplished the exodus of the Canaan.\\nAt this rate we walked about an hour and had\\nyet some two or three miles to go. It was evident\\nthat Conway was tolling iis along. But on we\\nwent, getting down from a pace that was four miles\\nan hour, to one that was only two and at length\\ncrossing Laurel run (one of the tributaries of the\\nPotomac) w^e ascended the long hill beyond, at\\nscarcely the rate of a mile an hour.\\nThe lighter part of the expedition rose this hill at\\nevident advantage, and sat down on a log to rest.\\nBut weight was now beginning to tell effectually\\nand the heavy forces advanced at a very slow and\\nlabored pace, each one wheeling in upon the log as\\nhe came up, except Butcut, who passed on without\\nstopping, or casting even so much as a look to\\nwhere we sat.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "204 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\nDon t you mean to stop and blow, But?\\nBlow the devil I m blowing all I can as it is\\nYou had better stop we have two miles yet\\nto go.\\nAnd upon this announcement Peter wheeled to,\\nand came down heavily upon a stump near him,\\nwithout saying a word.\\nIt was evident now that the expedition was very\\nnearly on its last legs, l^othing but that fortitude\\nof endurance, indomitable energy, c., which Mr.\\nBotecote had alluded to down on the banks of the\\nPotomac, had kept it moving up to this time. One\\nwas a little faint another was dizzy about the\\nbrain a third had a film over his eyes Trip said\\nthat there was a humming, and buzzing, and singing\\ngoing on in his ears, very much like the running\\ndown of his watch when the main-spring breaks\\nevery one had something out of gear even Powell\\nand Conway were overtasked and it is certain that\\nnothing but the unconquerable free-will of some\\nof us, and the undying hope of all, to get into\\nConway s, kept us from remaining out all night\\nstarved in the woods, unless, maybe, it was a small\\nflask of brandy, containing about a gill, which the\\nPrior, with a wise forethought, had brought along\\nwith him as physic for his body in case he should\\nbe bit by a rattlesnake.\\nThe flask was now produced, and each man swal-\\nlowed a mouthful of it raw. Thus temporarily", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 205\\npropped up, we once more set forward on tlie\\nmarch and straggling wearily along the now broad\\nand beaten path, with long intervals between al-\\nmost utterly exhausted, we at length, late in the\\ntwilight, defiled from the woods into the open fields\\nof the Conway possession (held by squatter tenure),\\nabout as dilapidated a set of adventurers as ever\\nwandered a forest ragged, tattered, and torn, and\\nall forlorn starved, haggard, barely able to drag\\nourselves up the gentle slope that led to the cabin-\\ndoor the very contrast of the bright, buoyant,\\nelate, trimly-arrayed, and may we not say it, rather\\nstylish-looking band, that only four days ago had\\nwitched the world of these regions with our noble\\nfootman ship.\\nI the writer of this chronicle with every fac-\\nulty of my nature, as I supposed, obliterated by fa-\\ntigue and starvation with my head bent down to\\nmy breast entered the threshold of the old forest-\\ner s door, and, putting out my hand, took hold of\\nwhat I supposed was the hand (extended to me in\\nwelcome) of the mistress of the household but it\\nwas not hers it was the soft hand, freshly washed,\\nof the old man s lithe daughter of seventeen sum-\\nmers and I take it upon me to say that, broken\\ndown as I was, the touch thrilled every fibre of my\\nheart and I raised my head and looked into the\\nface of the seventeen summers before me beheld\\nthe red of her cheek and the beam of her young", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "206\\nTHE BLACKWATEB CHRONICLE.\\neye and for the moment I thouglit she might be\\nDonna Maria Gloriana of Spain, or the queen of\\nSheba in all her glory! such and so great is the\\npower of woman divine over a man who has been\\nassociating for some time with nothing but men and\\nbears in a wilderness. Holding Gloriana Conway s\\nhand as daintily as if it had been the queen of\\nSpain s, my soul revived within me. But when I\\nlet it go, I relapsed straightway into my former\\nnothingness. It was but like the swallow of brandy,\\na temporary stimulant, and nothing more so I\\nacted upon a sounder philosophy, and dipped in\\nwith the rest into the in sides of a monstrous j)ump-\\nkin-pie, that was already more than half-devoured.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "HOW WE GOT OUT OF THE CANAAN. 207\\nI thank Heaven, said Peter, scarcely intelligi-\\nble, owing to an over-large mouthful, for this de-\\nliverance And as his heart revived within him,\\nhe grew classical, and repeated with much unction\\nthe happy words which Gil Bias wrote over his door\\nat Lirias\\nInveni portum. Spes et fortuna valete,\\nSat me lusistis, nunc ludite alios.\\nGentlemen, said the artist, speaking too out of\\nthe fullness of his mouth as well as of his heart\\nthe knight of the gloomy countenance brightens.\\nHe has scarcely yet set his foot within the precincts\\nof civilization, and the immortal creation of Le Sage\\nrises unbidden to his thoughts\\nIt is clear But was never intended for savage\\nlife, observed one.\\nHe hasn t made a joke since we ve been out,\\nsaid Trip. The first time he gave any symptoms\\nof being himself again, was when he made that\\nspeech back on the banks of the Potomac about\\nMarius and Moses.\\nHe s lucky he wasn t born an Indian, rejoined\\nthe artist.\\nAnd to these, and many other such remarks, Mr.\\nPeter Botecote made once in a while a reply but\\nwhat he said must for ever remain lost to the world\\nfor his mouth was so full, that nobody could pos-\\nsibly make it out.\\nAfter a satisfactory supper, which in due course", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "208 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nof time was prepared for us by the family of the\\nhospitable old hunter consisting of fried bacon\\nand eggs, broiled venison, some of the trout Conway\\nhad brought home, a large coffee-pot of strong coffee,\\nbread, milk, butter, honey, maple-sirup, and various\\ncomfits and preserves which we mention here to\\nshow how well stocked is the home of a deer-hunter\\nin the AUeganies we stretched ourselves out side\\nby side, on some pallets spread down on the floor\\nbefore the fire, and in a few moments were all dead\\nasleep.\\nAnd so ended the day we got out of the Canaan.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON. 209\\nCHAPTEE XIY.\\nWe remained at Conway s next day until about\\none or two o clock. Our horses had broken out of\\nthe dale on the Potomac, and had returned to Tow-\\ners s the day after we abandoned them. They had\\nbeen put back, and again had left which escapes,\\ninjustice to the rhododendron fencing, we must re-\\ncord it, were effected through the barricade at the\\npoint of entrance into the dale in other words,\\nthey had escaped by the way they got in we had\\nnot secured the bars effectually. They had been\\nSeen passing by Conway s only a few hours before\\nwe arrived. Supposing Towers would send them\\nback this morning, we waited, keeping a lookout\\nfrom the house.\\nIn the meantime, Conway s two boys were de-\\nspatched to the dale, six miles off, for our saddles\\nand bridles, c. and with instructions to go up the\\nmountain beyond, to the Elk-lick, and get Mr. Bote-\\ncote s Yankee blanket which was left there hung\\nupon a tree, as the reader will remember, when\\nPeter made his first proposition to turn back.\\nIt was a beautiful morning of the early summer,", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "210 THE BLACK WATER CHRONICLE.\\nand we lay idly about on the grass, basking in the\\nsunshine, and commenting upon many things pleas-\\nantly enough. As the conversation referred chiefly\\nto our expedition and its incidents, we will relate\\nsome of it before we leave.\\nMr. Botecote was restored to all his natural vi-\\nvacity and pleasantry. His eye twinkled, and his\\ncountenance was bright. He was again in his\\npi oper element of civilization.\\nWell, gentlemen, he observed, I ve been\\nthinking about it, and it is my opinion that there\\nis no life like this of the wilderness, after all. It s\\nastonishing, Galen, what an amount of hardship a\\nman can endure! No man can tell what he is un-\\ntil he is tried. Powell, do you think that tract of\\nland can be bought\\nISTo doubt of it, Mr. Botecote.\\nHow many acres are there\\nFive thousand.\\nAnd for how much\\nSixty cents an acre.\\nThat s three thousand dollars. I ll buy it.\\nIt s the finest tract in all the country there s\\nnot fifty acres of bad land in the whole of it, and it s\\nall finely watered, answered Powell, encouraging\\nthe purchase.\\nI ll join you in the purchase, Peter, said Adol-\\nphus. As soon as we get back to Winston, we ll\\nwrite, right away, and secure it.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON. 211\\nI m afraid we ve lost Peter and Adolphus, ob-\\nserved the artist.\\nOh, that s certain indeed, I doubt whether\\nthey will go back with us at all, replied the Master.\\n1 can t imagine a more happy life, said Peter,\\nthan a man could live out here here in the midst\\nof these grand mountains, these noble trees, these\\nperfect waters the wilderness close at hand for his\\nrecreation, with its innumerable deer and trout;\\nthe railroad only some ten or twenty miles off, and\\nwhich you can reach by a road through beautiful\\nglades all the way that is, after you have got\\nover the Backbone. Adolphus, we must build\\nourselves a lodge upon our estate. I shall con-\\nstruct something after the old Saxon architecture,\\nthat shall look baronial have great, huge fire-\\nplaces, to burn whole loads of wood in at a time\\nand a big hall, hung round with trophies of the\\nchase\\nAnd here Galen broke in Yes and when our\\nfriends come up, we will summon Powell and Con-\\nway, and all the other foresters, and make inroads\\ninto the wilderness encamp out there, and iish,\\nand shoot the deer.\\nDeer! Nothing so small as that bears and\\npanthers elk at the least, said the artist.\\nI would have the Canaan as a park, said the\\nMaster, and cut. But, drives through the gorges\\nand defiles of the mountains; bridge the laurel, and", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "212 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\nhave a tower at the falls of the Blackwater, with a\\ngood cook in it such a one as Peter would recom-\\nmend and lounges and cushions of the softest\\nwith a harp or so, and two or three grand pianos,\\nto play swelling themes in accord with the sublime\\nmusic of the torrent roaring down the Alleganies\\nI am not building castles, gentlemen, observed\\nPeter with earnestness far from it, gentlemen\\nITever was more in earnest in my life. Why, that\\nlive thousand acres, and the others that I would buy\\nin the course of time, would be an immense inher-\\nitance to my children Why, sir, in tw^enty years,\\nthe whole of it would be worth fifty dollars an acre\\nat the least. The railroad, when finished, will open\\nout the country to market at once it will make\\ntidewater at your door As fine a country as our\\nYalley is, I would infinitely rather live here!\\nMr. Peter Botecote, it will be perceived, was a\\nvery altered man in his feelings this morning. He\\nwas no longer the knight of the gloomy counte-\\nnance. But rowdy and ragamufiin as he seemed\\nexternally to the eye, the soul of Philip Sydney was\\nin him, or any highly imaginative, poetic, and sub-\\nlimated gentleman; and Hope spread before him\\nall her illusions\\nSmiled, enchanted, and waved her golden hair\\nand all-happy visions of the wilderness didn t spare\\nhis aching sight. But, we are not deriding Peter.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON. 213\\nTJucli of that gentleman s enthusiasm has substantial\\nfoundation. The raih-oad must put this noble coun-\\ntry alongside of the sea; and the forest must be\\ncleared away for the plough, and the water-power\\neverywhere must be used, and the coal dug out of\\ntlie earth, and the ores, the gypsum, the salt, and\\nthe lumber, turned into wealth; and therefore the\\nland (such land that can be bought now from sixty\\ncents to a dollar an acre must be worth fifty dol-\\nlars and that at no very distant day. But all this\\nis to be done by the hardy enterprise of men in\\nwhose souls poetry and imagination, are not pre-\\ndominant by men with necessity at their elbow,\\nwho are resolute upon acquisition, and w^ho have\\nbeen trained to the rougher realities of life not by\\na set of daintily-nurtured gentlemen, to whom life\\nhas been but little else than an agreeable pastime,\\nwhose disquiet has been only the loss of some pleas-\\nurable gratification, whose greatest suffering has con-\\nsisted in being lost for a day in the wilds of the Ca-\\nnaan a wijderness but a wilderness of plenty of\\ndeer and trout.\\nPeter is delightful to me this morning, gentle-\\nmen I never saw a happier countenance, observed\\nthe Master.\\nPerfectly delicious, responded the artist he s\\nblossoming like the rose in the wilderness:\\n*0 my love is like the red, red rose,\\nThat s newly blown in June!", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "214 THE BLACKWATEK CHEONICLE.\\nHe is happy, sure enough, said Trip. And\\nhe looks natural to me to-day out of his eyes. But\\nyesterday, sitting down on tliat soft, mushy log, I\\ndon t thiiik his nearest neighbor would have recog-\\nnised him.\\nThere was a grand gloom on him just about\\nthat time he looked like the pictures of Napoleon\\non the rock at St. Helena.\\nI never had any idea of Philips s grand^ gloomy^\\nand pecidiar a sceptred hermit^ c., before. I\\nsee now, however, distinctly the sort of picture of\\na man the Irish oratoi* must have had in his mind.\\nSignor, you ought to have sketched liim.\\nI have him in my mind s eye, gentlemen Ma-\\nrius, sitting among the ruins of Carthage, won t be\\nable to hold a candle to him, after I shall have\\nlimned him\\nTrip, you needn t say anything, retorted Peter\\nfor when the hunters admitted w^e were lost, your\\neyes grew very big.\\nWell, it did look a little scary to me about that\\ntime, answered Trip, particularly when I saw the\\nSignor there hunting about for the snails, and put-\\nting them in his pockets. You see, I thought of\\nTowell s story about the lost man out there. And,\\nnow I think of it, I shall retract to Connells my dis-\\nbelief as soon as I get a sight of him.\\nCall him Towers^ if you please, my dear fellow,\\nTrip just put your mind upon it Toioers Tow-\\ners It would be some amends to him.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE EETUKN TO WINSTON. 215\\nAnd liere Peter frankly acknowledged the fact\\nthat lie was very much broken down and a good\\ndeal disconsolate at times but that, notwithstand-\\ning, the pleasure of the expedition was very great\\nto him.\\nAnd, gentlemen, he continued, with much en-\\nthusiasm, I ll go in with you again, at any time\\nyou may choose to name, j^rovided only you let me\\nhave about a month s notice, so that I may put my-\\nself in training beforehand. Indeed, I think, the\\nnext time, I ll take it afoot from home. They have\\ngot to making these wagons now to run so easy, that\\na man who uses them must lose eventually all his\\nwalking powers that fine elasticity of mnscle\\nthat wiry agility that free, unimpeded respiration\\nthat everything that is native and to the manner\\nborn, I may say, to man, as my experience of the\\nwilderness satisfies me that in fine, gentlemen,\\nI shall foot it, I think, for the rest of my days\\nRight, Peter down with the wagon said the\\nartist.\\nAnd up with the saddle-horse again replied\\nthe Master. I will join with you in any reforma-\\ntion of the times that has for its object the ascen-\\ndency of the saddle. Bring the republic back to\\nthat, and I shall have hopes of it. This foot-work\\nis sufficiently cared for over the land any fellow\\nthat has two legs can get at it. But how many of\\nour people are there of this generation who can ride", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "216 THE BLACKWATER CHEONICLE.\\na real liorse Cavalry are as essential to onr na-\\ntional greatness as infantry. While many go afoot,\\nit is essential that some at least should go a-horse-\\nback. Where would the nation be to-day, if it had\\nnot been for that race of men who were trained in\\nthe saddle those men of earth s first blood the\\ngentlemen who rode the blooded horses that were\\ndescended from the loins of the Godolphin Arabian\\nDon t tell me, Peter, that these men, heroic as they\\nwould have been anyhow, had not some elevation\\ngiven to their heroism by the nobilities of nature\\nbegotten of tlie saddle. Imagine Washington with-\\nout his charger! Think of him, if you can, afoot!\\nOr can the idea of him even enter into your brain,\\nas a man driving a fast trotter, at about two twenty,\\nover a plank-road Could Alexander of Macedon\\never have been Alexander the Great, had he not\\nbeen tlie Alexander who could ride Bucephalus?\\nShakspeare understood all about it when he made\\nRichard rage about Bos worth-field for a horse\\nA horse a horse mj kingdom for a horse\\nhere ranted Peter, breaking in upon the Master;\\nand, throwing himself into a very theatrical position,\\nhe went on, and enacted the whole of the battle-scene\\nout-raging Kean or Booth even to the great\\nwonderment of Powell and Conway, and the whole\\nof Conway s family, who came out bewildered to\\nthe performance. At length, having got through", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON. 217\\ntlie play, Peter went on to learn from liis two for-\\nesters the expense of clearing the timber from his\\nproposed estate which information was, when\\nsummed np and digested, in and about as follows\\nA good day-laboror would belt an acre a day\\nand he could be hired for fifty cents a day. One\\nman, therefore, in a hundred days, would belt or\\ndeaden one hundred acres. Ten men, in that time,\\nwould belt a thousand acres, and at a cost of five\\nhundred dollars. A thousand acres of the forest\\nthen, could be easily deadened by the next spring.\\nAs soon as this is done, the ground being freed from\\nthe tax made upon it by the growth of the trees,\\nand the sun let in, it would, in the first season,\\ngrow up in timothy, the spontaneous growth of\\nthese wilds. This thousand acres in that condition\\nwould graze, the first year, some five hundred head\\nof cattle, which could be had at a dollar a head for\\nthe season. The estate would yield, then, fur the\\nfirst year, five hundred dollars. The next year, the\\nsame thousand acres would graze a thousand head\\nof cattle that is a thousand dollars it would yield\\nthe second year. The third year you could harrow\\nover the ground, sow some grass-seed additional,\\nmaybe, in places, and go to making hay for winter\\nuse. This year you could buy young cattle at\\neight and ten dollars a piece, and having the hay to\\nkeep them over winter, sell them the next year at\\neighteen or twenty dollars a head. Some two hun-\\n10", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "218 THE BLACKWATER CHKONICLE.\\ndred acres of the thousand being kept for hay, you\\ncould cut from them at least two tons to the acre.\\nA ton of hay is good allowance for the support of a\\nsteer through the winter. Therefore you could\\nkeep some four hundred head over the winter four\\nhundred would be worth seven or eight thousand\\ndollars gross equal to some three or foui- thousand\\ndollars clear. The fourth year the roots of the trees\\nwould be all dead, and your land fit for cultivation\\nfor raising wdieat, rye, oats, potatoes, or whatever\\nelse the climate and soil would allow and by this\\ntime the land kept in timothy would grow from\\nthree to Q.ve tons of hay to the acre.\\nFrom this digest of tlie information communi-\\ncated by Powell, the reader will perceive that the\\nspeculation will be a grand one in a money point\\nof view and Peter and Adolphus were already, in\\ntheir mind s eye, great cattle-raisers, w^ith numerous\\nherdsmen, and almost innumerable bullocks over\\ntheir vast possessions say some fifty thousand\\nacres apiece here on the slopes and lawns of tlie\\nBackbone and their houses were filled, during\\nthe summer months, with gentlemen and ladies,\\nwho hunted and rode, fished, eat the trout, the\\nbroils, and roasts and pastries of the deer, with\\nbear s meat, and panther or wild-cat collops\\ngrew fat and defied the world below, in the pas-\\ntimes of the wilderness then a wilderness made\\neasy of ingress and egress by fine graded roftds, cut", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTOX. 219\\nout by the great proprietors, Peter and Galen-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhose two castles of old Saxon arcliitecture, built\\non either slope of the mountain, would enable the\\nBackbone to frown down on ther Potomac on the\\none side, on the Blackwater on the other, as\\nThe castled erag of Drakenfels\\nFrown s o er the wide and winding Rhine.\\nIn the meantime, while all this future was enter-\\ning deep into the hearts of the two lords paramount\\nof these regions the duke of Canaan, and the\\nbaron of the Backbone Andante and the Master\\nwere stretched out upon the grass, a little distance\\noff, commenting upon the scene around them.\\nDid you ever see a more perfectly ruffian-\\nlooking couple of fellows in your life, than those\\ntwo great landholders yonder.\\nThey put me in mind of the vagabond banditti\\nthat used to infest the stage in Fra Diavolo.\\nI don t think you look any better, Guy\\njS^or I, you, Signor If I were to meet you\\nalone on the highway, I would give you a very\\nwide berth. I don t think I have ever seen in\\npainting, or read of in description, a more unmiti-\\ngated ruffian than you look!\\nTrip, sprawled out yonder, comes up to my idea\\nof a red republican crippled in the leg at a barri-\\ncade.\\nI can understand very w^ell, why we should\\nlook like a set of vagabonds who would steal sheep.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "220 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nand pigs, and ponltry but that is not it. There is a\\nlook about us of a set of men who would rob, and\\nmurder, bui-n, plunder and ravage a whole country.\\nThere is no such look about Pow^ell and Conway.\\nI imderstand it this way, said Andante, I\\nthink it quite likely, that degrade us from our rank\\nas gentlemen take away all the restraints of civili-\\nzation from us in other w^ords, put us down on\\nthe Spanish main, and we would discover some\\nqualities that would be considered right respectable\\namong pirates.\\nWhat do you think that of But\\nE o, I except him. If he was to embark in life\\non the Spanish main, I think he would be taken and\\nhung.\\nHere Mr. Butcut, hearing something about his\\nbeing captured and hung, the visioned bliss, and\\npower, and dominion over great estates, c., c.,\\nwhicli filled and thrilled his brain all the morning,\\nwere all obliterated from his mind by the unhappy\\nidea; and turning his thoughts altogether away\\nfrom the Blackwater, he entered into a very earnest\\nmaintenance of the opinion, that he would make as\\ngood a pirate as any gentleman present.\\nIn fact, gentlemen, he said, concluding his\\ndefence of himself, I believe, barring, alw^ays, the\\nwalking and starving, I would be as efficient a man\\nas any of you, upon any marauding expedition,\\nwhether bv sea or land.", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON. 221\\nFeed him enough, and carry him and I be-\\nlieve so too, said Trip.\\nAfter this very just remark of Triptolemus s,\\nwhich was assented to on all hands, our horses\\ncame in sight, emerging from the woods and we\\nbegan preparations for our departure.\\nHaving paid all expenses at the Hotel Conway,\\nhandsomely shaken hands kindly with all the\\nfamily (amounting to some eight or ten, big and\\nlittle), especially taking care not to forget the oldest\\ndaughter of the old forester, who had a soft hand\\nand a kindling eye, and was a very modest, and\\nvery pretty maiden of some seventeen summers,\\nwe turned our steps Towers-ward and half of us\\na-foot, and half a-horse, we defiled into the forest,\\npresenting to the eye a very good picture of the\\nvagabond picturesque in scenery. As we went out\\nwe might have passed well enough for the nobler\\norder of outlaws such as Eobin Hood, and Little\\nJohn, and Will Scarlet; and Butcut would have\\ndone for the jolly friar but now, all tattered and\\ntorn, the glory of our trim array all gone our\\nplumage drooping, and general aspect beggarly,\\nwe more resembled a band of the inferior banditti\\nwho infest the neighborhood of pig-pens and poultry\\nyards. Still we were picturesque of aspect; and\\nas we followed the winding horsepath, up the hill-\\nsides and down the steeps now through the little\\nstreams that made their way to the Potomac into", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "222 THE BLACKWATER CHRONICLE.\\nthe dells, and throiigli tliem, and up out of them\\nagain, until we reached the cone of the Backbone\\nand so, on and along it, until we came out into the\\nnorthwestern highway there were many points of\\nview in which an artist could have made a picture\\nof our march, worthy of being hung up anywhere\\nin the halls and bowers of our land. Indeed, the\\nSignor says, that he has it now in his mind s eye,\\nand that some day, when his genius is sufficiently\\ninspired, he will render the expedition as memorable\\nas that of Xenophon, by putting it on canvass as it\\nwound its way out dismantled through the romantic\\nscenery of the Backbone choosing this one of its\\nmany aspects, by which to perpetuate its remem-\\nbrance, because, as there is dignity in sufferings\\nendured, its great toils and hardships will be im-\\npressed more fully upon the mind, by the tatterde-\\nmallion aspect that so thoroughly belonged to it, as\\nit approached its end.\\nAfter reaching the highway we have nothing\\nmore to record, except that the travellers along the\\nroad, in every instance, gave us the track by shying\\noff to the right or the left, out of our way and that\\nthey returned our salutation with a glad and sub-\\nservient courtesy which shows that the people\\nwho travel these regions, are either very civil in\\ntheir manners, or that they took us for a band of\\nmost desperate ruffians, which, we leave the judi-\\ncious reader to determine. Thus, in full and un-", "height": "3307", "width": "2059", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE RETURN TO WINSTON.\\n223\\ndisputed possession of the riglit of way to the wliole\\nor any part of the northwestern turnpike that we\\ncliose to take, we at length, at about five o clock in\\nthe afternoon of the fifth day, dismounted atTowers s\\ngate, all alive and well restored by Heaven to the\\nregions of civilization toughened, roughened, high\\nin health, strong in limb, and joyously elate with\\nthe achievement of our hardy enterprise; as\\nFull of spirit as the month of May.\\nthough not quite so\\nGorgeous as the sun at midsummer,\\nAnd SO ends the adventure into the Canaan\\nwilderness of Eandolph.\\nHere, also, ends this Black water Chronicle.", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3338", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3317", "width": "1960", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3272", "width": "1950", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3468", "width": "2131", "jp2-path": "blackwaterchroni00kenn_0230.jp2"}}