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turned inside out, and the process repeated; when 

 finished, neither water nor sun will hurt them more, 

 and their color is a yellowish-brown. 



As soon as my skins were all properly dressed, I 

 went to an old backwoodsman of the name of Wallis, 

 whose wife cut out a hunting-shirt for me, in which 

 she used the best part of five skins, and showed me 

 how to sew them. After three days of industrious 

 tailoring, I succeeded in producing the perfection 

 of a hunting-shirt. I now cut out a pair of new 

 moccasins from the skin of an old deer, that I had 

 dressed with the others; took some of the bark of 

 the black walnut tree, with a little green vitriol, 

 and gave my new dress the proper forest tint, — and 

 I was once more fitted out in the regular garb of a 

 backwoodsman. 



Wallis had been a great deal amongst the Indians, 

 and had adopted many of their manners and customs. 

 He was the best white hunter I ever met with, and 

 never failed in discovering bees, if once he came on 

 their traces. He had been for a long time in Texas, and 

 extraordinary stories were related of him during his 

 absence ; at last, news came that he was dead. His 

 wife, in course of time, became acquainted with another 

 man, who succeeded in gaining her good graces, and 

 so she married him. One evening, about a year after 

 her second marriage, a horseman, dressed as an Indian, 

 stopped before the door, dismounted, and tied up 

 his horse. He entered the house, and the woman 

 recognized, with delight and astonishment, the husband 

 she had mourned as dead. At the same moment, 

 the other returned from shooting, with the dogs, which 



