Yet another splendid adventure by Captain Mayne Reid.
e garments were fitted upon a figure calculated to display them to the utmost advantage.
The face was in keeping with the figure. Not oval, but of that rotund shape, ten times more indicative of daring, as of determination. Handsome, too, surmounted as it was by a profusion of dark hair, and adorned by a well-defined moustache. These advantages had the young man in question, who, despite the appearance of much travel, and some military service, was still under thirty.
Slowly sauntering onward, his boots scranching among the pebbles, he heard but the sound of his own footsteps.
It was only on stopping to await the passage of a gull, and while calculating the carry of his gun, that other sounds arrested his attention.
These were so sweet, that the gull was at once forgotten. It flew past without his attempting to pull trigger--although so close to the muzzle of his gun he might have "murdered" it!
"Nymphs! Naiads! Mermaids!