THE LAST DAY AT CHEE-HA. 



THE day was fine, and many a familiar face 

 noted -at the gathering place. There was Gr 



of Port Royal, with his himtsinaii Dick, and his 

 famous pack, that, sweeping like a whirlwind over 

 the land, dashed across an ordinary river as if they 

 scarcely counted it an impediment; nor checked 

 their career, when their mettle was fairly roused, 

 for anything short of an arm of the sea. He was 

 mounted on his gallant roan; his person, youthful 

 and erect, though the frosts had prematurely settled 

 on his head possibly from reflecting too bitterly on 

 the perverseness of man possibly from the toil of 

 circumventing and sacrificing whole hecatombs of 

 deer! Then came E. R - , of Beaufort. He 

 had not laid aside his spectacles ; but they no 

 longer poured over the decisions of the Courts, nor 

 glanced at the fees of clients, but rested unprofit- 

 ably upon two polished barrels, which, yet, were 

 pointed at nothing. He had his labor for his pains ; 

 yet he counted all labor as productive, and was 

 content! Then came C - , of Bray's Island 



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