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broadcloth and had not been surmounted by a Chocking 

 bad felt hat that sloped every way like a wigwam. 



Calling the foil, there was Kd. IJen.-on. an old woods- 

 uian, and myself, a neophyte, from the same city; 

 Loomis, the 1'rofessor, from a neighboring academy, a 

 lu-ty man of learning, a very Kit North for tish and 

 frolic; Johnson, a hardware merchant from Wa.-hin<rton, 

 a <rood smoker and story teller, who had won renown and 

 ducats, sailing the ^eas, and now sought the forest for the 

 first time; and Thompson, our chief, of the Treasury Depart 

 men) at Washington, a bachelor who loved the woods 

 better than nnt men love their children. Horace, one of 

 our guides, was already in the otlice of the hotel, a little- 

 wiry fellow, silent, shy and tatterdemalion, but destined to 

 MI and unfold as we approached the familiar woods 

 and streams, and to pio\r Iflmself indeed "miide. philo-o- 

 pher .mil friend " 



Two stronir \vapuis were -pcedily leaded with our-elve- 

 and liiuuaue, and we drove otV in the uray morning in hi^h 

 lileeover the hills Northward. If the " Sauv of Dcertield," 

 in Uneasy morning slumbers, fancied he heard "the rebel 

 yell," so soon after destined to play thedirkens with many 

 a soldier lad's dreams of home, doubtless it was the 

 matutinal patriotism breaking out in soni: and shout of 

 those waii'on loads of early travellers in old clothes, as yd 

 unfed and therefore unmindful of the <\\'\c\ code of decor- 

 ousness and gentlemanly ipiietude. But he would have 

 forgiven us. for he too is a loyal lover of the woods and 

 streams. 



