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with, and therefore one in every way the very person for an expedition into the Canaan—a man who would laugh a bear in the face, and take particular pleasure in pitching into a panther; one who would be about as careless of consequences in any encounter as either of these two last-named gentlemen! So much for the Signor Andante Strozzi.

That stout, thick-set, well-knit gentleman, whose manner is somewhat eager, with face in a glow, eye red, and mouth open-look at him! He is laboring at present under an undue quantity of excitement. The idea of the wilderness has electrified his system into intense sensation. His ideas are exaggerated out of all bounds. He has just finished strapping on his shoulders an immense wallet, big enough for a mule to carry. But he looks stout, and broad, and strong-is well made-and you think it is all right, and that he has generously loaded himself according to his greater power. Well, he'll be tested presently. This is the gentleman who had the pleasant conversation with Towers yesterday, on the porch, about the rattlesnakes. He wears an old brown sack-coat. His boots are drawn on outside his pantaloons, and they are very big, and stout, and rough, and reach up to his knees: he bought them as a special defence against the rattlesnake. On his head he has a broadbrimmed, black, slouch hat. On his shoulders he has the aforesaid large roll. In his right hand he

has a stick of laurel, with portions of the root attached, and which is as tall as himself. Tied to his waist behind is a bit of sheepskin with the wool on it, that he may have something soft to sit down upon when he rests himself in the wilderness. You perceive he goes in for the conveniences of life. On the whole survey of this gentleman, you would say that he was the make and look of a man to lift or carry a heavy weight, or to pull up a sapling by its roots-to hit a hard blow; good at knocking down and dragging out; but not the best show of a man for a hard walk, or climbing mountains, or getting well through a half-mile brake of the rhododendron. This is Mr. Butcut.

That thin, sinewy, hard, tough-looking gentleman, resting himself upon his sound leg, which is his left, and a-tiptoe on his right, which is his broken one, shortened and stiffened at the knee, is Mr. Triptolemus Todd-our Murad the Unlucky. In consideration of his lameness, it has been decreed that he shall carry no burden; yet of his own accord he has mounted Powell's rifle, the muzzle of which he has pointed right in among us; but, as he is undoubtedly the most heedless man in the United States, we have taken care that there shall be no priming in the pan. This remarkable gentleman's mind has been, somehow or other, impressed with an extraordinary idea of the wonderful and amazing in regard to the Fairfax stone, and he is now look

ing away off up the dale, as far as possible, to see if he can't discover it. He has a confused idea in his mind that this Fairfax stone is the biggest thing of its sort in the state of Virginia; but he has no definite idea about it: it may be like the rock of Gibraltar, or the rock of ages; it may be a basaltic pillar, like Lot's wife, or it may be a great, huge tablet, upon which some boundary hieroglyphics have been carved. Of course, therefore, he has no very definite idea of the sort of thing he's looking for. Just at this moment something vague looms up before his intent gaze into the distance, and his face is all ablaze with excitement as he exclaims, stretching his long, sinewy arm far before him, with his fingers spread out, and all pointing different ways-"Fellows, yonder's Fairfax's stone !" Murad is a light, wiry man, of some five feet ten inches in stature; and, without going into particulars, we will only say of him that he has a look of exposure about him, as if the heavens-cold and hot-the suns of August and the snows of December-had been contending for him for many years, with such equal success, that neither of them had been able to take him entirely. His dress is a very indifferent one. It is torn in several places already; and the fear is that before we get back he will have none of it, and that we shall have to paint him, or rather stain him with the juice of berries, to pre

serve him from absolute exposure—fix him

Prince Vortigern

"A painted vest Prince Vortigern had on,
Which from a naked Pict his sire had won!"

up like

To tell the whole truth in regard to Murad, there never was a man that went upon an expedition of any sort with so little preparation and under such unlucky circumstances. He had but one suit of woollen clothes with him, all the rest being light summer linens, of no use here. His pocket-book, with some bank-notes in it, he left behind upon his table, and had only a small purse with some six or seven dollars of silver in it. He had a note in bank for a thousand dollars, due three days after he left home, and for which he had made no provision; and, in the hurry of shaving himself to get off in time, he had cut a great gash in his cheek, which gave him a look as of a sabre-cut received years. ago at some such battle as Borodino or Waterloo, or on Pompey's side at Pharsalia, where Cæsar's veterans aimed at the face.-But enough of Mr. Todd: the reader will now be able to picture him sufficiently well for the purposes of this narrative.

The next gentleman that we shall introduce is Doctor Adolphus Blandy. You see him there over on the other side of this little rivulet, the Potomac, in the act of taking an affectionate leave of that powerful dapple-gray with the bobbed tail. He

has just imprinted a kiss upon the soft muzzle of the gray. gray. His gentle heart is touched that Rinaldo has to be committed to the rude mercy of the wild beasts of Canaan for so many days; and with a tear of repentance that he brought him here, and a sigh of regret that he has to leave him, has made his farewells-half in fear he shall never see Rinaldo again this side of horse-heaven. The doctor is a very dainty gentleman, and given much to personal elegance of life. He is equipped at all points. His large boots come fully up to the knee, and they are soft and pliable, made of the best French leather. His doublet-coat is substantial, with many convenient pockets, and fits him comfortably. He has a quarter-dollar rough straw-hat, tied round with a red riband in a good bow-knot. As he is nearsighted, he wears a pair of gold spectacles. Blandy is a large, fine-looking man, and he is of an easy and gracious presence. There is a sort of disdain about him of the big wallet that he has strapped to his shoulders; he seems to feel that it should be borne by a menial. He has evidently been trained to a life of luxurious ease-like Dives, has been clothed in purple and fine linen, and fed daily upon dainties. Ennuied with indulgence, he has come into the wilderness, to purchase, at the expense of its hardships, a new zest to his existence a zest which the fortune of his condition can not otherwise afford him.—But enough of Blandy. Let us

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