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brimmed felt hat, or sombrero, and had a white 

 handkerchief folded like a little shawl loosely- 

 fastened round his neck, to keep off the fierce rays 

 of the afternoon sun. Jack's costume was similar, 

 with the exception that he wore moccasins, and 

 had his lower limbs encased in a pair of comfort- 

 ably greasy deer-skin trousers, ornamented with a 

 fringe along the seams. Round his waist was a 

 belt supporting a revolver, two butcher knives, and 

 in his hand he carried his trusty rifle the " Widow." 

 Jack, tall and lithe, with light brown close-cropped 

 hair, clear laughing honest blue eyes, and a soft 

 and winning smile, might have sat as a model 

 for a typical modern Anglo-Saxon — if ethnologists 

 will excuse the term. Bill was dark, with quick 

 searching eyes, aquiline nose, and delicately cut 

 features, and he wore his hair falling in long ringlets 

 over his shoulders, in true Western style. As he 

 cantered up, with his flowing locks and broad- 

 brimmed hat, he looked like a picture of a Cavalier 

 of olden times. Ah, well ! it is years ago now 

 since the day I first shook hands with Jack and 

 Bill, and many changes have taken place since 

 then. At that time neither of them had visited 

 the States, nor been anywhere east of the Missis- 

 sippi : they knew scarcely more of civilisation 



