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fitting　boots；　he　would　shake　off　the　white　dust　of　France；　and　the

effeminate　soil　of　all　Europe　also；　and　embark　at　once　for　his　own

country　and　the　Far　West！



A　more　practical　and　experienced　man　would　have　sold　his　horse　at

the　nearest　market　and　taken　train　to　Havre；　but　Alkali　Dick　felt

himself　incomplete　on　terra　firma　without　his　mustang；it　would　be

hard　enough　to　part　from　it　on　embarking；and　he　had　determined　to

ride　to　the　seaport。



The　spectacle　of　a　lithe　horseman；　clad　in　a　Rembrandt　sombrero；

velvet　jacket；　turnover　collar；　almost　Van　Dyke　in　its　proportions；

white　trousers　and　high　boots；　with　long　curling　hair　falling　over

his　shoulders；　and　a　pointed　beard　and　mustache；　was　a　picturesque

one；　but　still　not　a　novelty　to　the　late…supping　Parisians　who

looked　up　under　the　midnight　gas　as　he　passed；　and　only　recognized

one　of　those　men　whom　Paris　had　agreed　to　designate　as　〃Booflo…

bils；〃　going　home。



At　three　o'clock　he　pulled　up　at　a　wayside　cabaret；　preferring　it

to　the　publicity　of　a　larger　hotel；　and　lay　there　till　morning。

The　slight　consternation　of　the　cabaret…keeper　and　his　wife　over

this　long…haired　phantom；　with　glittering；　deep…set　eyes；　was

soothed　by　a　royally…flung　gold　coin；　and　a　few　words　of　French

slang　picked　up　in　the　arena；　which；　with　the　name　of　Havre；

comprised　Dick's　whole　knowledge　of　the　language。　　But　he　was

touched　with　their　ready　and　intelligent　comprehension　of　his

needs；　and　their　genial　if　not　so　comprehensive　loquacity。　　Luckily

for　his　quick　temper；　he　did　not　know　that　they　had　taken　him　for　a

traveling　quack…doctor　going　to　the　Fair　of　Yvetot；　and　that　madame

had　been　on　the　point　of　asking　him　for　a　magic　balsam　to　prevent

migraine。



He　was　up　betimes　and　away；　giving　a　wide　berth　to　the　larger　towns；

taking　byways　and　cut…offs；　yet　always　with　the　Western　pathfinder's

instinct；　even　among　these　alien；　poplar…haunted　plains；　low…banked

willow…fringed　rivers；　and　cloverless　meadows。　The　white　sun　shining

everywhere；on　dazzling　arbors；　summer…houses；　and　trellises；　on

light　green　vines　and　delicate　pea…rows；　on　the　white　trousers；

jackets；　and　shoes　of　smart　shopkeepers　or　holiday　makers；　on　the

white　headdresses　of　nurses　and　the　white…winged　caps　of　the

Sisters　of　St。　Vincent；all　this　grew　monotonous　to　this　native　of

still　more　monotonous　wastes。　　The　long；　black　shadows　of　short；

blue…skirted；　sabotted　women　and　short；　blue…bloused；　sabotted　men

slowly　working　in　the　fields；　with　slow　oxen；　or　still　slower　heavy

Norman　horses；　the　same　horses　gayly　bedecked；　dragging　slowly　not

only　heavy　wagons；　but　their　own　apparently　more　monstrous　weight

over　the　white　road；　fretted　his　nervous　Western　energy；　and　made

him　impatient　to　get　on。



At　the　close　of　the　second　day　he　found　some　relief　on　entering　a

trackless　wood；not　the　usual　formal　avenue　of　equidistant　trees；

leading　to　nowhere；　and　stopping　upon　the　open　field；but

apparently　a　genuine　forest　as　wild　as　one　of　his　own　〃oak

bottoms。〃　　Gnarled　roots　and　twisted　branches　flung　themselves

across　his　path；　his　mustang's　hoofs　sank　in　deep　pits　of　moss　and

last　year's　withered　leaves；　trailing　vines　caught　his　heavy…

stirruped　feet；　or　brushed　his　broad　sombrero；　the　vista　before　him

seemed　only　to　endlessly　repeat　the　same　sylvan　glade；　he　was　in

fancy　once　more　in　the　primeval　Western　forest；　and　encompassed　by

its　vast；　dim　silences。　　He　did　not　know　that　he　had　in　fact　only

penetrated　an　ancient　park　which　in　former　days　resounded　to　the

winding　fanfare　of　the　chase；　and　was　still；　on　stated　occasions；

swept　over　by　accurately　green…coated　Parisians　and　green…plumed

Dianes；　who　had　come　down　by　train！　　To　him　it　meant　only　unfettered

and　unlimited　freedom。



He　rose　in　his　stirrups；　and　sent　a　characteristic　yell　ringing

down　the　dim　aisles　before　him。　　But；　alas！　at　the　same　moment；　his

mustang；　accustomed　to　the　firmer　grip　of　the　prairie；　in　lashing

out；　stepped　upon　a　slimy　root；　and　fell　heavily；　rolling　over　his

clinging　and　still　unlodged　rider。　　For　a　few　moments　both　lay

still。　　Then　Dick　extricated　himself　with　an　oath；　rose　giddily；

dragged　up　his　horse；who；　after　the　fashion　of　his　race；　was

meekly　succumbing　to　his　reclining　position；and　then　became　aware

that　the　unfortunate　beast　was　badly　sprained　in　the　shoulder；　and

temporarily　lame。　　The　sudden　recollection　that　he　was　some　miles

from　the　road；　and　that　the　sun　was　sinking；　concentrated　his

scattered　faculties。　　The　prospect　of　sleeping　out　in　that　summer

woodland　was　nothing　to　the　pioneer…bred　Dick；　he　could　make　his

horse　and　himself　comfortable　anywherebut　he　was　delaying　his

arrival　at　Havre。　　He　must　regain　the　high　road；or　some　wayside

inn。　　He　glanced　around　him；　the　westering　sun　was　a　guide　for　his

general　direction；　the　road　must　follow　it　north　or　south；　he　would

find　a　〃clearing〃　somewhere。　　But　here　Dick　was　mistaken；　there

seemed　no　interruption　of；　no　encroachment　upon　this　sylvan　tract；

as　in　his　western　woods。　　There　was　no　track　or　trail　to　be　found；

he　missed　even　the　ordinary　woodland　signs　that　denoted　the　path　of

animals　to　water。　　For　the　park；　from　the　time　a　Northern　Duke　had

first　alienated　it　from　the　virgin　forest；　had　been　rigidly

preserved。



Suddenly；　rising　apparently　from　the　ground　before　him；　he　saw　the

high　roof…ridges　and　tourelles　of　a　long；　irregular；　gloomy

building。　　A　few　steps　further　showed　him　that　it　lay　in　a　cup…like

depression　of　the　forest；　and　that　it　was　still　a　long　descent　from

where　he　had　wandered　to　where　it　stood　in　the　gathering　darkness。

His　mustang　was　moving　with　great　difficulty；　he　uncoiled　his

lariat　from　the　saddle…horn；　and；　selecting　the　most　open　space；

tied　one　end　to　the　trunk　of　a　large　tree；the　forty　feet　of

horsehair　rope　giving　the　animal　a　sufficient　degree　of　grazing

freedom。



Then　he　strode　more　quickly　down　the　forest　side　towards　the

building；　which　now　revealed　its　austere　proportions；　though　Dick

could　see　that　they　were　mitigated　by　a　strange；　formal　flower…

garden；　with　quaint　statues　and　fountains。　　There　were　grim　black

allees　of　clipped　trees；　a　curiously　wrought　iron　gate；　and　twisted

iron　espaliers。　　On　one　side　the　edifice　was　supported　by　a　great

stone　terrace；　which　seemed　to　him　as　broad　as　a　Parisian

boulevard。　　Yet　everywhere　it　appeared　sleeping　in　the　desertion

and　silence　of　the　summer　twilight。　　The　evening　breeze　swayed　the

lace　curtains　at　the　tall　windows；　but　nothing　else　moved。　　To　the

unsophisticated　Western　man　it　looked　like　a　scene　on　the　stage。



His　progress　was；　however；　presently　checked　by　the　first　sight　of

preservation　he　had　met　in　the　forest；a　thick　hedge；　which

interfered　between　him　and　a　sloping　lawn　beyond。　　It　was　up　to　his

waist；　yet　he　began　to　break　his　way　through　it；　when　suddenly　he

was　arrested　by　the　sound　of　voices。　　Before　him；　on　the　lawn；　a

man　and　woman；　evidently　servants；　were　slowly　advancing；　peering

into　the　shadows　of　the　wood　which　he　had　just　left。　　He　could　not

understand　what　they　were　saying；　but　he　was　about　to　speak　and

indicate　by　signs　his　desire　to　find　the　road　when　the　woman；

turning　towards　her　companion；　caught　sight　of　his　face　and

shoulders　above　the　hedge。　　To　his　surprise　and　consternation；　he

saw　the　color　drop　out　of　her　fresh　cheeks；　her　round　eyes　fix　in

their　sockets；　and　with　a　despairing　shriek　she　turned　and　fled

towards　the　house。　　The　man　turned　at　his　companion's　cry；　gave　the

same　horrified　glance　at　Dick's　face；　uttered　a　hoarse　〃Sacre！〃

crossed　himself　violently；　and　fled　also。



Amazed；　indignant；　and　for　the　first　time　in　his　life　humiliated；

Dick　gazed　speechlessly　after　them。　　The　man；　of　course；　was　a

sneaking　coward；　but　the　woman　was　rather　pretty。　　It　had　not　been

Dick's　experience　to　have　women　run　from　him！　　Should　he　follow

them；　knock　the　silly　fellow's　head　against　a　tree；　and　demand　an

explanation？　　Alas；　he　knew　not　the　language！　　They　had　already

reached　the　house　and　disappeared　in　one　of　the　offices。　　Well！　let

them　gofor　a　mean　〃lowdown〃　pair　of　country　bumpkins：HE　wanted

no　favors　from　them！



He　turned　back　angrily　into　the　forest　to　seek　his　unlucky　beast。

The　gurgle　of　water　fell　on　his　ear；　hard　by　was　a　spring；　where　at

least　he　could　water　the　mustang。　　He　stooped　to　examine　it；　there

was　yet　light　enough　in　the　sunset　sky　to　throw　back　from　that

little　mirror　the　reflection　of　his　thin；　oval　face；　his　long；

curling　hair；　and　his　pointed　beard　and　mustache。　　Yes！　this　was

his　face；the　face　that　many　women　in　Paris　had　agreed　was

romantic　and　picturesque。　　Had　those　wretched　greenhorns　never　seen

a　real　man　before？　　Were　they　idiots；　or　insane？　　A　sudden

recollection　of　the　silence　and　seclusion　of　the　building　suggested

certainly　an　asylum；but　where　were　the　keepers？



It　was　getting　darker　in　the　wood；　he　made　haste　to　recover　his

horse；　to　drag　it　to　the　spring；　and　there　bathe　its　shoulder　in

the　water　mixed　with　whiskey　taken　from　his　flask。　　His　saddle…bag

contained　enough　bread　and　meat　for　his　own　supper；　he　would　camp

for　the　night　where　he　was；　and　with　the　first　light　of　dawn　make

his　way　back　through　the　wood　whence　he　came。　　As　the　light　slowly

faded　from　the　wood　he　rolled　himself　in　his　saddle…blanket　and　lay

down。



But　not　to　sleep。　　His　strange　position；　the　accident　to　his　horse；

an　unusual　irritation　over　the　incident　of　the　frightened

servants；trivial　as　it　might　have　been　to　any　other　man；and；

above　all；　an　increasing　childish　curiosity；　kept　him　awake　and

restless。　　Presently　he　could　see　also　that　it　was　growing　lighter

beyond　the　edge　of　the　wood；　and　that　the　rays　of　a　young　crescent

moon；　while　it　plunged　the　forest　into　darkness　and　impassable

shadow；　evidently　was　illuminating　the　hollow　below。　　He　threw

aside　his　blanket；　and　made　his　way　to　the　h