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sitting on the trunk of a tree ; a third leaning against 

 the house, was fast asleep ; his features seemed familiar 

 to me, but I could not recollect where I had seen him, 

 till one of the card-players caught my eye, and held 

 out his hand, asking if I did not remember Bahren's 

 wretched steel mill at which we had been grinding 

 together. This recalled the whole scene to my memory, 

 as well as the sleeper — I had left him sleeping, and he 

 was still asleep. 



As young Conwell had finished his business, and 

 could not remain any longer, because he wished tc stop 

 at a house which stood some miles on his road home, 

 we took a hearty leave of each other, when he mounted 

 and soon disappeared in the forest, driving before 

 him my horse and^ a pack-horse he had brought with 

 him. 



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