AUDUBON——-THE HUNTER-NATURALIST.* 104 
far wildernesses, made his appearance among the learned 
circles of the Scottish Capital. He carried a portfolio under 
his arm, and came, too, on an adventure to this seat of the 
mind’s royalty and of voluptuous wealth. There was a look 
of nature’s children about him. His curled and shining hair, 
thrown back from his open front, fell in dark clusters down 
his broad shoulders. Those bold features, moulded after 
*¢ The high, old Roman fashion” — 
those sharp, steady eyes, that straight figure and elastic 
tread, were a strange blending of the Red man and the pure- 
blooded noble. A curious trader he! But, when his won-' 
drous wares were all unfolded and spread out before their 
eyes, what a delicious thrilling of amazement and delight 
was felt through those fastidious circles! A gorgeous show! 
The heart of a virgin world unfolded—teeming with rare and 
exquisite thoughts—that had been born in the deep solitudes 
of her young musings, and thus caught by this weird en- 
chanter’s pencil, as they gleamed past in all the bright hues 
and airy graces of their fresh fleeting lives—with flower and 
tree, and rock and wave, as beautiful and new as they, thrown 
in to make the fairy pageant real! It was a surprising reve- 
lation, and when they knew that it had all been the work— 
the obscure, unaided work, through years of enduring toil—of 
that young wanderer, they were filled with overwhelming admi- 
ration. They loaded him with adulation and with honors; 
they took him by the hand generously, and led him up to his 
success. 
Such was the effect of Audubon’s appearance in Edinburgh. 
In that glorious portfolio men felt that a great creation lay 
folded; in that modest backwoodsman they saw the first of the 
Hunter-Naturalists—in the simple grandeur of that presence 
they recognized the type of those masterful spirits of the race 
of the olden time, the stories of whose deeds are the histories of 
ages. They were awed, they loved him—they nourished and 
