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'
Tis
a
sweet
place
,
this
;
so
cool
,
under
the
shade
of
these
fine
trees
--
just
now
that
the
sun
is
blazing
down
upon
the
prairie
.
Let
us
stay
a
while
,
and
give
Luna
a
rest
!
We
can
amuse
ourselves
by
watching
the
gambols
of
these
beautiful
silver
fish
in
the
stream
.
Look
there
,
Mr
Yancey
!
What
pretty
creatures
they
are
!
"
The
young
planter
begins
to
feel
flattered
.
Why
should
his
fair
companion
wish
to
linger
there
with
him
?
Why
wish
to
watch
the
iodons
,
engaged
in
their
aquatic
cotillon
--
amorous
at
that
time
of
the
year
?
He
conjectures
a
reply
conformable
to
his
own
inclinations
.
His
compliance
is
easily
obtained
.
"
Miss
Poindexter
,
"
says
he
,
"
it
is
for
you
to
command
me
.
I
am
but
too
happy
to
stay
here
,
as
long
as
you
wish
it
.
"
"
Only
till
Luna
be
rested
.
To
say
the
truth
,
sir
,
I
had
scarce
got
out
of
the
saddle
,
as
the
people
came
up
.
See
!
the
poor
thing
is
still
panting
after
our
long
gallop
.
"
Yancey
does
not
take
notice
whether
the
spotted
mustang
is
panting
or
no
.
He
is
but
too
pleased
to
comply
with
the
wishes
of
its
rider
.
They
stay
by
the
side
of
the
stream
.
He
is
a
little
surprised
to
perceive
that
his
companion
gives
but
slight
heed
,
either
to
the
silver
fish
,
or
the
spotted
mustang
.
He
would
have
liked
this
all
the
better
,
had
her
attentions
been
transferred
to
himself
.
But
they
are
not
.
He
can
arrest
neither
her
eye
nor
her
ear
.
The
former
seems
straying
upon
vacancy
;
the
latter
eagerly
bent
to
catch
every
sound
that
comes
from
the
clearing
.
