The Slave Sculptor — page 31: what you’re looking at

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THE APrEAL 83 boat toa bush, and passe J off toward a frail tenement, made of reeds In the entrance of this hut sat a woman, some forty years of age, Whose singular appearance will induce us to pause for a word of ex- planation. Her dark —— appeared induced more from exposure to the Scorching rays of a hot sun than from any tinge of blood. Her eyes were large, lustrous, and bright, and seemed not to have lost an of their youthful brilliancy. Her features were slightly wrinkled ; yet bore marks of early comeliness. Her hair was black, long, and alky, through which were mixed a few scattering locks of white, hung in loose, a gor upon her shoulders. Her brow was a surm ‘a wreath of , 8weet-scented flowers, and her robe was both peel a It consisted of fine cot of birds, —. and insects, and bare to ead rang colored with the juice of bewries, and ornament- ed with bracelets of pearls and feathers. Her feet were incased in beau- tifully embroidered sandals, and in her hand was a long slender wand, wound with wreaths of flowers. She was called Tonatiuh — the child of the sun. This sobriquet was given her on account of her miraculous power in telling future ibe on In short, she was a prophetess of great celebrity among the With her magic wand she professed to raise the dark pall, and look back into the most secret recesses of the past, or to lift the thick cloud that enshrouds the future, and read from the great book of destiny events yet to transpire. wi Ah! good Tonatiuh !’? exclaimed the young noble; ‘* I'am glad ) See you,” She arose to her feet as he spoke, leaned lightly upon her wand, and Then slowly raised i looked steadily into his face. the magic stick, laid ee ngs beck, oexAronty wong WE des thie ara u wouldst know of the past, and the = That was the object of my visit;’’ he answered, with a smile at She did but with her head bowed id not affect to notice the expression. but wi forward, and her gaze fixed on the ground, she continued : Iwill spenk as the stars move. Years ago lived a noble, He Was great and good, He had a wife and son. The wife was meek ving son was profli and cruel, with a heart of steel. Years ngo the wife —the bright star of the palace, died. The le hada beautiful slave girl. He had many, but I speak of onein - Particular. She was sweet as the kle, and fair as the lily. The showed great preference for her. She, in her artless simplicity, lis conmiclbooks. conn