The Yankee Champion — page 13: what you’re looking at

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6 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. just seen his twenty-fourth year. He was tall and stout in his build, though the fairness and sym- metry of his proportions did not give at once to the eye of the beholder a true idea of the physical strength which he possessed. His features were beautifully regular, or, more properly speaking, they were nobly so—with large, dark eyes, a full, open brow, a nose slightly inclined to the Roman cast, and lips that seemed capable of expressing, in their silence, every emotion of the soul. The young man was dressed in a garb that bore some slight marks of the ‘‘ocean style,’’ and the rich bronze upon his face evinced pretty plainly that he had not been long from the salt water. He had a powder- ‘horn hung over his shoulder, and his right hand the bed was his father. Walter had been brought grasped a heavy musket, upon which he was lean- ing. The hand that held the weapon was trembling ~ violently, and even the short raven curls that clus- tered about his brow and temples, shook as though a fierce wind were sweeping through them, while. his features were evidently worked se ees by power- ful and conflicting emotions. Such was Walter Nixon, and that old man upon up mostly at sea. When quite young he had enter- tained an irresistible desire to follow the sgailor’s fortune, and his father procured him a situation on board a good ship belonging to Mr. Samuel Davis, a wealthy merchant of Boston, and. as we find him now, he had been returned but about three weeks from a long voyage, and during that time he had been in constant attendance upon his sick parent. “Hark!” uttered the old man, as the heavy tramp of feet sounded upon hisear. ‘‘Hark! Heard you that noise, doctor?’’ — ecomicbooks (ee)