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The Dancin' Party at Harrison's Cove

The Dancin' Party at Harrison's Cove "Fur ye see, Mis' Darley, them Harrison folks over yander ter the Cove hev determinated on a dancin' party." The drawling tones fell unheeded on old Mr. Kenyon's ear, as he sat on the broad hotel piazza of the New Helvetia Springs, and gazed with meditative eyes at the fabAugust sky. An early moon was riding, clear and full, over this wild spur of the Alleghanies; the stars were few and very faint; even the great Scorpio lurked, vaguely outlined, above the wooded ranges; and the white mist, that filled the long, deep, narrow valley between the parallel lines of mountains, shimmered with opalescent gleams. AU the world of the watering-place had converged to that focus, the ball-room, and the cool, moonlit piazzas were nearly deserted. The fell determination of the "Harrison folks" to give a dancing party made no impression on the preoccupied old gentleman. Another voice broke his reverie,-- a soft, clear, well-modulated voice,-- and he started and turned his head as his own name was called, and his niece, Mrs. Darley, came to the window. "Uncle Ambrose,--are you there? So glad! I was afraid you were down at the summerhouse, where I hear the children http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Dancin' Party at Harrison's Cove

Appalachian Review , Volume 12 (3) – Jan 8, 1984

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Abstract

"Fur ye see, Mis' Darley, them Harrison folks over yander ter the Cove hev determinated on a dancin' party." The drawling tones fell unheeded on old Mr. Kenyon's ear, as he sat on the broad hotel piazza of the New Helvetia Springs, and gazed with meditative eyes at the fabAugust sky. An early moon was riding, clear and full, over this wild spur of the Alleghanies; the stars were few and very faint; even the great Scorpio lurked, vaguely outlined, above the wooded ranges; and the white mist, that filled the long, deep, narrow valley between the parallel lines of mountains, shimmered with opalescent gleams. AU the world of the watering-place had converged to that focus, the ball-room, and the cool, moonlit piazzas were nearly deserted. The fell determination of the "Harrison folks" to give a dancing party made no impression on the preoccupied old gentleman. Another voice broke his reverie,-- a soft, clear, well-modulated voice,-- and he started and turned his head as his own name was called, and his niece, Mrs. Darley, came to the window. "Uncle Ambrose,--are you there? So glad! I was afraid you were down at the summerhouse, where I hear the children

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1984

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