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1Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Add
 Title:  Edward Austin, or, The hunting flask  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: By the side of one of those romantic trout-streams that are embosomed in the glens of New-England, was to be seen, just before sunset of an afternoon in September, 1841, a group composed of three figures. The place in which they were was deeply secluded. Around them rose the huge columnar trunks of a forest which had been ancient when the first Pilgrim Father set his foot upon the western shores. Through the forest, which covered upland and intervale, flowed the dark wild waters of the brook, upon the banks of which they were assembled. The forest was solemn and grand, and its long vistas seemed like the huge gothic aisles of an old-world cathedral. The brook gambolled through this fine old wood in many a wanton circle, now sweeping swiftly around a smooth-faced rock, and now dividing to embrace huge oaks, whose heavy wide-spread branches dipped into the flood. In the darkest part of the wood it fell tumbling over ragged rocks in snow-white cataracts that glittered and flashed like silver contrasting the deep green and blackness of the shadows around. `Sir,—Having withdrawn my money from bank, I withdraw myself from the firm. Ask me for no explanations; for I have none to give. I have chosen my own course and must abide by it. `Sir,—Last night you made use of language to me, which, as a gentleman I cannot pass by. An apology is due to me; and I trust that you will not hesitate to render one in the most unqualified manner to my friend Mr. Frederick Levis, who will be the bearer of this note to you. `Sir: My friend, Mr. Levis, is authorized to arrange on my behalf, with any friend you may name, the preliminaries usual in settling affairs between gentlemen holding, in relation to each other, the position we now do. `Sir,—These men bring you the body of Mr. Edward Austin who fell this evening, just after sunset, in a duel with small swords at Hoboken.
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