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Moniii will be pulling at yoiir feet, as is the custom 

 of his people." 



At half-past three next morning the light of a 

 lantern flashed across my half-closed eyelids and 

 awoke me with a start. I thought it was Moniii 

 whom I saw before me, but the voice of Mr. Howard 

 soon relieved me from the doubt which his extra- 

 ordinary costume had put me into. 



" Come, up with you, that's a good fellow," cried 

 he ; " everything is ready, the coffee is getting cold, 

 and if you don't make haste, Moniii won't leave us a 

 mutton chop or a slice of ham to eat. Here's a 

 dress exactly like mine ; jump into it and come 

 down." 



When breakfast was finished and the digestion 

 warmed up with a sup of whiskey, we all three got 

 into the light sleigh, and our horse brought us in 

 seven hours to a village withm a league of the 

 rendezvous. 



In a tavern, bearing the sign of the immortal 

 "Washington, a wretched bothy, with no comfort 

 about it except in the bar-room, or rather smoking- 

 room of the house, we found beds as hard as billiard 

 tables, but we managed to sleep upon them without 

 much difficulty, and next morning at daybreak were 

 ready to start. As I was dressing myself and was 

 about to put the finishing touch to my costume by 

 donning the moccasins, Mr. Howard stayed my hand 

 by saying : — " Look here, my friend, let me give you 



