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"Well, say; maybe you'll tell us who this is we're about to meet up with."

A sweet color was I. "Yes, that's what I said; Cockerel. Isn't your last name Cockerel?"

Her eyes flashed round upon me like stars themselves. "Not--Venus?" she whispered, snatched in her breath, bit her lip, and half averting her face, shot me through with both "twinklers" at once. Then she took a long look at the planets and suddenly exclaimed with a scandalized air--

Our intercourse became more amiable and the fellow dragged in his advice that I spend the rest of the night at the house of Mr. Oliver. His acquaintance with that gentleman seemed to grow while we talked, and broke into bloom like a magician's rosebush. He described him as a kind old bird who made hospitality to strangers his meat and drink. A conjecture darted into my mind. "Why, yes! that is his married son, is he not, yonder in the cabin; the one with the fair hair?"

"--With General Austin," I continued, "--and with Lieutenant Ferry?"

"Lieutenant, I--I wish I knew the whole of it."

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