Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 40: what you’re looking at

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42 She Dick. broad gravel drive leading through an avenue of the beautiful magnolias. Near the house, standing beside the horse-block, was the dasky form of a negro, holding by the bit a beautiful bay mare, that pawed the ground with its shapely hoof, and im- patiently champed its bit, as ff Gdger for ye road. From the caparisons, a lady was the anticipated rider. Hard by stood another, stouter but serv iceable, animal, bear- ing a rude saddle-tree “without “Covering, and un 61d’ strip of ting fora blanket, upon its broad back, casting’ ever and anon a “Phatioe at its more ficry companion, as if’ Teprovins its restless demeanor. ‘Then a lady, holding her long riding-skirt from the ground, thus revealing a neatly-turned foot and ankle, a8 she tripped toward her horse, After a few moments spent ‘in mounting, adjusting the flowing drapery and reins, she’ proceeded down the avenue and out at the large gate, followed ut a little dis- tance by the negro already mentioned. A slight sketch must suffice of the fair equestrienne; a des- cription can not be given. Let one dozen persons attempt the task, at different times, and the result would be ‘twelve por- traits, all unlike save as to thé rich, dark hair, the tall, oo form, and largé, lustrous | eyes. ‘She was not beautiful ; but those who loved her ever called her such ; bit ‘hare wa a charm, a nameless something, about her, that enchained the senses, and added the beholder to her train. - Her form was rather above the medium hight, but well filled and rounded, of matchless symmetry. “But we ‘can not convey a just idea of her personal appearance, 86 we “will” only adding that her name was Ada, the sole child of "Martin Soll | - After a gallop of a couple of miles, Ada drew her foaming mare down to a walk, and removing the jatinty hat, fanned herself with it as she slowly rode along the shady road. She looked unusually charming just then, her face flushed with her rapid ride, and her hair slightly disarranged, stirring in the playful breezé, while the rays of bright sunlight now’ and then shot across it, causing’ it ‘to glitter on the blue-black sheen of a raven’s plumage. © Buddenly her horse, with a snort of surprise leaped side - ez conniclbooks.comn