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gether with a flask of spirits to cure himself in case he was bitten by a rattlesnake, or peradventure to prepare his system beforehand against any deleterious effects from the bite a somewhat unnecessary precaution, indeed, since we were all pretty well convinced there were no snakes in the Canaan.

Three of us were afoot-two of our original party and Powell, one of the hunters-he equipped, among other things, with his rifle; Conway, the other hunter, we were to pick up on the way.

We were to ride and walk alternately-ride and tie-until we reached the end of the settlements, which was as far as we could take the horses.

Pursuing the Northwestern road some three miles, we reached the top of the Backbone ridge. Here, turning at right-angles to the left, we followed a mountain-road along the top of the ridge for some miles, which at length took its course along the eastern side of the mountain, gradually growing into a mere single horse-track, until we reached Conway's house, the last settlement in this direction. Here we picked up Conway, with his rifle and frying-pan; and after a walk of some six miles or more through a most noble forest of sugar-trees, the beech, maple, wild-cherry, balsam-firs, and hemlocks, and over tracts of land wonderfully fertile, judging by the great size of the trees, and the growth of the wild timothy upon one or two slight clearings we passed through, we at length descended into a beau

tiful little glade-more properly a dale in the mountains- some three hundred yards wide and two or three miles long, where we were to turn out our horses to pasture until our return.


This dale is girt round upon its edges by a broad belt of the Rhododendron-commonly called the big laurel out here—which makes the dale a safe enclosure for keeping our horses; for it is impossible that a horse can make his way through it, so thick and lapped together everywhere are its branches. We had to enter it by a path cut out for the purpose. When within, we barricaded the entrance by piling up some young trees and brushwood (which was equivalent to putting up the bars in a

fenced field), and rode on down the middle of the wild meadow, through green grass, knee-high, and waving gently in the summer wind, until we reached a small stream, whose banks were overgrown with osiers and other delicate shrubs. This was the infant Potomac, destined before it reached the sea to expand into that mighty river on whose broad bosom whole navies may ride in safety or "flame in battle;" and also famous all over Christendom for that it holds fast-founded by its shores the capital of the staremblazoned republic. Here we halted and dismounted-took off saddles and bridles-turned our horses loose-and prepared ourselves to enter the untrodden wild that rose up before us, dark with the glimmer and the gloom of the immemorial woods!

Before the expedition moves, it is necessary that we should enter into a few particulars descriptive of the adventurers in the new aspect in which we are about to present them to the reader.

Behold, then, at about one o'clock in the day, the knights-errant of the Blackwater, in the middle of this little grassy dale of the Potomac. Let us point them out to the reader by name, and in a general way by character.

First, there stands before you a slight, elastic, and somewhat gaunt gentleman, with a dark, concentrated eye, sunk deep beneath a marked and rugged brow. The expression of his face at pres

ent is particularly indicative of that sort of energy and determination of character, which is very apt to make its possessor what is vulgarly called head-devil in all matters of feud, foray, or whatever enterprises that might be classed under the designation of marauding all dare-devil achievements. The imagination of the wilderness before him, has called into play these latent qualities of his nature. This gentleman wears a beard, after the fashion of the middle ages, that has held undisturbed possession of his lower face for now some fifteen years; with all his present surroundings, it gives him the look of a brigand as in a picture; meet him in the streets of a capital, and it would impress you with the idea that he was a practitioner of astrology, or some other occult matter-may be some Italian philanthropist, or revolutionary conspirator the friend of liberty all over the world, wherever liberty had a market: his disdain of a feather and all melo-dramatic show of appearance, precludes any idea of the Hungarian, as recently impressed upon our minds. He wears a green cloth cap, with a straight, projecting square visor to it, like the European military caps. Aṇ old black coat, with gray pantaloons, and a pair of rough boots with large red tops-these drawn on outside complete his dress. He has no small wallet strapped to his back-a blanket and a great coat rolled up constitute it. Around his neck is

suspended an artist's sketch-book. In his right hand is a frying-pan. This is our artist, the Signor Andante Strozzi. Of course, he is of the illustrious Florentine family of that name, some one of his ancestors having escaped from the feuds and broils of Italy, some centuries ago, and taken refuge on these shores. The name has changed so much in the course of time, and one thing and another, here with us, that you would hardly recognise it, as it is spelt and pronounced now in these days of democratic disdain of all things appertaining to a man's name and lineage. We, however, his more learned friends, and not too extreme in our democracy, choose to call him, according to the old Italian spelling and sound-Strozzi. There is a Dutch family in Pennsylvania, the Strodes, who are disposed to trace their origin in the same way from the Strozzi; but this they have no right to do. The Strodes are Teutonic in their descent; they are the old Saxon

- the undoubted High Dutch: Stride was the name originally. The Strides, Striders, Strodes, and all these, are of German extraction, and in fact the same people originally. Our friend is the true Strozzi, however; and he shows his Italian origin by the peculiar beard he wears, his love of and genius for the arts (particularly those of painting and music), and some slight brigandish characteristics that belong to him, which last make him a somewhat dangerous antagonist for man or beast to dally

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