Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 49: what you’re looking at

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“ GLORIOUS !” 51 “Wonder upon wonders! Mamma is turning rebel !” “Nay, Kate; but when I remember our friend Burgoyne, and Saratoga, that tune has lost its zest.” Colonel Vinton colored, and Katrina, dropping her lids with & look too demure to be real, said, in a low voice: “You remember, colonel, our friend was obliged to lay down his arms to his own music.” ‘“ Why his own music, Midget ?” cried De Witt. “Oh, papa, you know General Burgoyne composed Yan- kee Doodle, while his troops were stationed in Boston, and the Provin—rebels, I mean, adopted it, and have made : “ Glorious !” chimed in Madam de Witt. “Dame! dame! have a care,” cried her husband. ‘Yes, glorious ; for whether they are conquered or conquer, their attempt, their struggle for great things, will never be forgotten.” ! “ Play ‘God Save the King, Midget,” roared De Witt, for he was too fond a husband to bandy words with his true wife. Katrina obeyed, playing with taste and spirit, no way daunt- ed, though conscious that the proud eyes of Colonel Vinton read her face with admiration. When was ever a lovely wo- man disinclined to admiration, most especially when that beauty comprised golden hair, and creamy skin, giving the promise of blue eyes under the black lashes, and she conscious, too, that she had only to lift her lids, and electrify the gazer by flashing upon him dark-brown eyes, nearly black, soft as the dove’s, or fiery as the eagle’s? We ought to say that Colonel Vinton was an English offi- cer, who had been wounded and taken prisoner by the patriots, and had been kindly nursed and hospitably entertained by the De Witts. A prisoner upon parole, waiting for an exchange, his situation would have been both irksome and mortifying, but for the more insidious wounds of the love god, in the Shape of the lovely Katrina. Never were circumstances more favorable for the prowess of the wily god; a handsome sol- dier, unmistakably brave, young and accomplished, nursed by a beautiful girl—one, moreover, tender of heart, despite her Caprices, as was evident by her innumerable pets, which half Converted the house intu a menagerie. conicloooks.com