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Without discovering by his countenance the 
tenderness of his nature. His face, which 
was naturally pallid, became, at certain 
intervals, of a crimson hue: these emo^ 
tions appeared to me as the effervescence 
of sensibility, and to exhibit, in glowing 
colours, the complexion of virtue. 
As no time, he said, should be lost in 
preparing for the relief of my unfortunate 
people, he immediately directed two of his 
sons to harness eight oxen to a waggon. 
His orders were obeyed with a cheerfulness 
that evinced an hereditary goodness, and 
that it had descended, unimpaired, from the 
sire to his children. They were directed 
to travel all night; and our guides described 
the spot where we left them so minutely 
as to avoid all possibility of a mistake. 
The waggon was soon out of sight, and we 
all sat down to partake of a sheep, which 
our liberal host had ordered to be killed for 
our entertainment. 
