But, in this I was disappointed.

On coming to him, his countenance assumed an aspect of rigid displeasure, and, as I gave him a history of the casualties of my trip, his wolfish face, with his greenish eyes, became intensely ferocious.

"Go back to the woods again," he said, muttering something else about wasting time.

I hastily obeyed; but I had not gone far on my way, when I saw him coming after me.

My oxen now behaved themselves with singular{166} propriety, opposing their present conduct to my representation of their former antics.