United States or Equatorial Guinea ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
At its eastern base lies the townlet, showing more whitewash than usual; and, nearer still, the narrow mouth of the fiery little Yenna, Prince's or St. John's River. The view is backed by the tall and wooded ridge of Cape Threepoints, the southernmost headland of the Gold Coast, behind which is Dixcove.
No sentimentality there, in spite of the moonlight, the odour of the ratamas, and the admirable figure of Ranse Truesdell, the lover. But she was there, eight miles from her home, to meet him. "How often have I told you, Ranse," she said, "that I am your half-way girl? Always half-way." "Well?" said Ranse, with a question in his tones. "I did," said Yenna, with almost a sigh.
I slipped out of the house and saddled Dancer myself. Good-night, neighbour." "Good-night," said Ranse. "Ride carefully over them badger holes." They wheeled and rode away in opposite directions. Yenna turned in her saddle and called clearly: "Don't forget I'm your half-way girl, Ranse."
I did not see, till long after our return from this excursion, the then unfinished map by M. Paulus Dahse, a veteran West-Coaster, who has spent years in travelling through the interior. Paris, August 1879. The Ancobra is an enlarged copy of the Yenna or Prince's River.
No sentimentality there, in spite of the moonlight, the odour of the ratamas, and the admirable figure of Ranse Truesdell, the lover. But she was there, eight miles from her home, to meet him. "How often have I told you, Ranse," she said, "that I am your half-way girl? Always half-way." "Well?" said Ranse, with a question in his tones. "I did," said Yenna, with almost a sigh.
I was therefore but little surprised at the intelligence which Yenna brought me; and as I was anxious to see the ceremonies that would accompany his last moments I at once started for the native encampment.
"The same," said Ranse, slowly. "I promised him that his son would never marry a Curtis. Somehow I couldn't go against him. He's mighty old. I'm sorry, Yenna." The girl leaned in her saddle and laid one hand on Ranse's, on the horn of his saddle. "I never thought I'd like you better for giving me up," she said ardently, "but I do. I must ride back now, Ranse.
"The same," said Ranse, slowly. "I promised him that his son would never marry a Curtis. Somehow I couldn't go against him. He's mighty old. I'm sorry, Yenna." The girl leaned in her saddle and laid one hand on Ranse's, on the horn of his saddle. "I never thought I'd like you better for giving me up," she said ardently, "but I do. I must ride back now, Ranse.
Yenna came to me this afternoon to tell me that Mulligo was now so ill there was but little chance of his living for many hours longer, and further to request that I would accompany him to see the sufferer.
In ten minutes Yenna Curtis galloped to the tree on her sorrel pony Dancer. The two leaned and clasped hands heartily. "I ought to have ridden nearer your home," said Ranse. "But you never will let me." Yenna laughed. And in the soft light you could see her strong white teeth and fearless eyes.
Word Of The Day