Summary

J. B. Jones,  Wild Western Scenes

“ Here Glenn paused to determine what course he should take. The sun shone brightly on the interminable expanse before him, and not a breeze ruffled the long dry grass around, nor disturbed the few sear leaves that yet clung to the diminutive clusters of bushes scattered at long intervals over the prairie. It was a delightful scene. From the high position of our hero, he could distinguish objects miles distant on the plain; and if the landscape was not enlivened by houses and domestic herds, he could at all events here and there behold parties of deer browsing peacefully in the distance. ”
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J. B. Jones,  Wild Western Scenes

“ The noonday sun was momentarily veiled by a listless cloud, which seemed to be stationary in the heavens, as if designed to enhance the effect of the beauty below, that outvied in brightness even the usual light above. Not a squirrel was seen to leap from bough to bough, nor a bird to flit across the opening between the lofty trees; but all was stillness, silence, and beauty. As Glenn stood entranced, Joe seemed to be more struck with the operation of the enchantment on his companion’s features and attitude, than with any effect from the same source experienced on himself. ”
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J. B. Jones,  Wild Western Scenes

“ At this juncture a violent rustling was heard in the bushes not far distant, and the next moment Joe’s voice rang out.
“Oh me! Oh St. Peter! Oh murder! murder! murder!” cried he. Instantly all the party were collected round him. He lay in a small open space on the grass, with his basket bottom upward at his side, and all the berries scattered on the ground.
“What is the matter?” asked Glenn.
“Oh, I’m snake-bitten! I’m a dead man! I’m dying!” cried he, piteously.
“That’s a fib,” said Sneak, “bekaise a dead man can’t be a dying.”
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