White Sulphur papers; or, Life at the springs of Western Virginia

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ren, chasing a young fawn over the green ; hinocence
sporting with nature—see the young creature,
he has outstripped his pursuers, and has stopped for
a moment to strain his wild eyes in a longing look
at his native hills ; but they are after him again.
Yonder comes the cake-man, the children's friend ;
he is punctual to the hour,
and is expected daily by
the inhabitants of every row ; there is music in the
creaking of his tray to many .After him, in importance,
in the same line, is that little boy with the
straw hat, he brings the sugar maple from the mountains,
and from near the sweet springs. There is a
man with an armful of branches and cedar from the
woods—he has laid them down before a cabin in
Virginia row, and they are now decorating the piazza,
bidding defiance to the hottest sun. The benches
under the large shady elms in the grove,
are filled
with gentlemen talking politics, and discussing coming
elections—comparing great men—or telling
anecdotes—there is much to be learned at this place.
There was one gentleman here—one of the great
men of our country, who had been a senator, and
governor of his native state ;
wherever he would take his seat,
morning and evening
a large number
would gather around him, young and old, and talent
and genius would listen in silence, while in the most
fascinating manner, he would discuss tlie first prin-