It may be poetical to talk of liquid crystal, but no crystal has the absolute perfection of the transparency of these streams. Huge ramparts of rock toppled over my path, and little streams leaped, in beautiful cascades, from ledge to ledge, and brawled along the channels, which often supplied the only footway for my horse, and, gliding through tangled screens of rhododendron, laurel, arbor vitæ, and other evergreens, plunged into rivers, whose waters exceed anything I had ever conceived of limpid purity. "Upon a day," as the old ballads have it, one of the best days of this exquisite climate, my road threaded the defiles of some of the grandest mountains of the country. The reader of the tale which occupies this volume has some interest in it. In the course of my journey I met an incident, which I have preserved in my journal. Besides, my fancy was busy, and made the wayside quite populous-with people of its own: there were but few of any other kind. I journeyed alone, or rather, I ought to say, in good company, for my horse and I had established a confidential friendship, and we amused ourselves with a great deal of pleasant conversation-in our way. I was now in the old district of Ninety Six, just at the foot of the mountains. From Edgefield I went to Abbeville, and thence to Pendleton. I retraced my steps from Augusta to Edgefield, which I had passed in the stage coach. The weather of early January was as balmy as October a light warm haze mellowed the atmosphere, and cast the softest and richest hues over the landscape. My travel tended to the region of the most beautiful scenery. I breathed the most delicious air in the world. My blood beat temperately with the pulse of youth and health. A valise strapped behind my saddle, with a great coat spread upon that, furnished all that I required of personal accommodation. There I purchased a horse, a most trusty companion, with whom I had many pleasant experiences: a sorrel, yet retained by me in admiring memory. The public conveyances had taken me to Augusta, in Georgia. IN the winter of eighteen hundred and eighteen-nineteen, I had occasion to visit the western section of South Carolina. In grateful acknowledgment of these services, as well as to indulge the expression of a sincere private regard, I have ventured to inscribe your name upon the front of the imperfect work which is now submitted to the public. You have convinced our wise ones at home that a man may sometimes write a volume without losing his character-and have shown to the incredulous abroad, that an American book may be richly worth the reading. With some little misgiving upon the score of having wasted time and paper both, which might have been better employed, I feel a real consolation in turning to you, as having, by your success, furnished our idle craft an argument to justify our vocation. In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York. "I say the tale as 'twas said to me." Lay of the Last Minstrel.Įntered according to the act of Congress, in the year 1852, by Revised TEIHeader and created catalog record for the electronic edition.įinished TEI-conformant encoding and final proofing. Indentation in lines has not been preserved. Encountered typographical errors have been preserved, and appear in red type.Īll footnotes are inserted at the point of reference within paragraphs.Īny hyphens occurring in line breaks have been removed, and the trailing part of a word has been joined to the preceding line.Īll quotation marks, em dashes and ampersand have been transcribed as entity references.Īll double right and left quotation marks are encoded as " and " respectively.Īll single right and left quotation marks are encoded as ' and ' respectively. Original grammar, punctuation, and spelling have been preserved. The text has been encoded using the recommendations for Level 4 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. The text has been entered using double-keying and verified against the original. This electronic edition is a part of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill digital library, Documenting the American South. (title page) Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency.Ĭall number VC813 K35h 1852 (North Carolina Collection, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill) University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Kennedy, John Pendleton, 1795-1870.įunding from the University of North Carolina Library supported the electronic publication of this title.Īpex Data Services, Inc., Marisa Ramírez, Brian Dietz, and Sarah Ficke Horse-Shoe Robinson: A Tale of the Tory Ascendency:Įlectronic Edition.
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