A ROMANCE OF THE BLACK-HAWK UPRISING.
BY LIEUT. LEWIS W. CARSON.
NEW YORK.
BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS,
98 WILLIAM STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by
FRANK STARR & CO.,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
The sun was going down behind the western hills in aflood of yellow light, and a river dimpled on under theslanting rays, great fish leaping now and then from the placidsurface, and the trees along the bank casting fantastic shadowsinto its depths. In a sheltered nook, near a spot wherea little creek joined the river, a settler had built a cabin,which the hand of woman had beautified and adorned asonly the hand of woman can. Bright flowers bloomed oneach side of the rustic doorway and an English ivy vineclung to the walls and was rapidly spreading its delicatetendrils over the whole front. The cabin faced the stream,and behind it the hand of industry had cleared many acreswhich now showed heavy growths of cereals and roots, carefullycultivated. It was a silvan spot, and one upon whichthe eye of the artist would linger long and pleasantly.
The door opened suddenly, and a young girl holding awater-pail in her hand came out with a free, careless step,singing a merry song. She was plainly dressed, and yetthere was an air of native grace about her every movementwhich plainly showed that she had not always lived amidsuch wild surroundings. She was beautiful—not the vapidbeauty of cities, but that of perfect health, and a free life. Herform was untrammeled by the fashions which cramp anddeform the beautiful women of