264 REMINISCENCES OF A HUNTSMAN 



of every man's life, though that eye was invisible to all ; and 

 that a good action was sure to meet with its reward." Having 

 delivered myself of the above sermon, I signed the letter " Pilot's 

 Friend." Of this I heard no more, when, as I was going into 

 the forest with my friend and old hunting companion, Mr. 

 Lindsay, to look for a deer, we met the blind man, donkey, cart, 

 and child. I stopped him, and asked if his donkey had received 

 a letter, and he replied in the affirmative ; and when asked if 

 he knew " the man " who helped him out of the mud, gave him 

 the money, and wrote the letter, he said, " Yes, sir ; it was you," 

 mentioning my name. Having asked him how, blind as he was, 

 he had come to that conclusion, he replied, " that putting it all 

 together, first and last, he thought it could be nobody else but 

 me." A few words followed this, but as they were not com- 

 plimentary to the activity of the resident gentry as to pushing 

 the carts of poor men through the mud, the reader will permit 

 me to omit them. 



