On the Trail of Geronimo — page 172: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

160 ON THH TRAIL OF GERONIMO. in October, were the three female members of the household—the aged grandmother, the sturdier wife, and the beautiful, light-hearted daughter, Fanny, who had been such a favorite at West Point only a few months before. Her surroundings were in very striking cortrast to those at that lovely spot on the Hudson; but her laugh was as musical, her smile as radiant, and her voice as charming; and she looked as fascinating in her calico suit as when in her spotless white or dazzling silk. A row of trees surrounded the house on all sides, and, though they were not large, yet the shade was grateful even when the sun abated somewhat its flerce strength. Now that the light midday meal had been finished, and the daily work done, Fanny came forth from within and seated herself on the bench near the front door and close to the archway through which the horse men rode when returning from their long jaunts. Her mother and grandparent preferred to remain within doors, where the coolness was of the most delightful nature. It was a custom of the young lady, when she emerged from her home, to cast a long, searching CoOnnicloookSs (CO) 4 im