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the head adornments of that koodoo absorbed my 

 longing for their possession more than ever did. the 

 golden locks or chestnut tresses of sprightly, vivacious 

 New York belle or more developed, Cleopatra- 

 like Anglo-Saxon beauty. 



Thus my readers may well imagine the value I put 

 upon the reward I should receive if I obtained the 

 prize before me. To my ancestral halls, if I had any, 

 I would have consigned them ; but, alas ! I have none. 

 Blame me not for that circumstance, for at my ances- 

 tors' door is this heavy sin to be laid, and much I 

 regret that I have it in my power to do so. But, 

 although I have not spacious halls in which to place 

 them, or lofty study in which to hang them, there 

 is a nut-brown Juno, whose home is near the upper 

 waters of bonnie, fretful, trout-loving Clyde, who 

 could find a resting-place most suitable for these 

 trophies ; and what would be more gratifying to me, 

 they would always be under that loved one's eyes, 

 that told descent from a race of heroes, and expressed 

 enough fire in them to show that she could rival those 

 ancestors in the deeds they had done, although, perhaps, 

 they were only in sheep-stealing and cattle-lifting. 



Perfect in form, beauteous in colour, and agile, 



