328 THE LUKE LIGHTWOOD LEGACY. 



when they visited America. Luke Lightwood, alias 



he was buried under the latter, lies 



in an unmarked grave at Woodlawn, but the long 

 sleep in his little house of clay shall not be disturbed 

 on account of it. 



JEWED. 



When I first made the acquaintance of Col. Pierch 

 is not material at present. Years have passed since 

 that time. Yet I think I see him now. Perfect in his 

 unities of outfit, he arises before my memory; his erect 

 form, meagre in its outline, but full of rugged 

 strength, is clad in a high-collared, short-waisted, 

 brass-mounted garb of battered blue ; his lower limbs 

 protected by a pair of pants of home manufacture, and 

 of that color known to western housewives as the 

 copperas dye, fitting with the exactitude of an ad- 

 hesive plaster. Leaving the imagination of the reader 

 to fill out the deficiencies of the man, as far as clothes 

 be concerned, we will pass on to remark that the con- 

 tour of the Colonel's visage was Roman in its outline, 

 the physique entirely devoid of adipose matter, its 

 cutaneous outposts having retired upon the bones of 

 the face, making there a fiery stand against the sun 

 and elements. The Colonel's eye was of a whitish 

 gray, set obliquely, with the outer corners elevated 

 from a straight line across his face. What though 

 the storms of more than half a century had spent their 

 force upon him ; what though he had been the bully of 

 several counties in which he lived, and had maintained 



