As he thus went on, clad in his wild forest costume, placing his moccasined feet with caution upon the sod, and bending his head forward, as is the wont of hunters, Verty resembled nothing so much as some wild tenant of the American backwoods, taken back to Arcady, and in love with some fair Daphne, who had wiled him from the deer.
All the old doubt and embarrassment had now disappeared from Redbud's face; and Verty, too, was happy.
They went on talking very quietly and pleasantly--the fresh little face of Redbud lit up by her tender smile.
"What are you gazing at ?" said the young girl, smiling, as Verty's eye fixed itself upon the blue sky intently; "I don't see anything--do you ?" "Yes," said Verty, smiling too.
"What ?" "A pigeon." "Where ?" "Up yonder!--and I declare! It is yours, Redbud." "Mine ?" "Yes--see! he is sweeping nearer--pretty pigeon!" "Oh--now I see him--but it is a mere speck; what clear sight you have!" Verty smiled.
"The fact is, I was brought up in the woods," he said.
"I know; but can you recognize-- ?" "Your pigeon, Reddie?
oh, yes! It is the one I shot that day, and followed." "Yes--" "And found you by--I'm very much obliged to him," said Verty, smiling; "there he goes, sweeping back to the Bower of Nature." "How prettily he flies," Redbud said, looking at the bird,--"and now he is gone." "I see him yet--another has joined him--there they go--dying, dying, dying in the distance--there! they are gone!" And Verty turned to his companion.
"I always liked pigeons and doves," he said, "but doves the best; I never shoot them now." "I love them, too." "They are so pretty!" "Oh, yes!" said Redbud; "and they coo so sweetly.

Did you never hear them in the woods, Verty--moaning in their nests ?" "Often--very often, Reddie." "Then the dove was the bird sent out of the ark, you know." "Yes," said Verty, "and came back with the olive branch.

I love to read that." "What a long, weary flight the poor bird must have had!" "And how tired it must have been." "But God sustained it." "I know," said Verty; "I wish I had been there when it flew back.
How the children--if there were any children--must have smoothed its wings, and petted it, and clapped their hands at the sight of the olive branch!" The simple Verty laughed, as he thought of the glee of the little ark-children--"if there were any." "There are no olives here," he said, when they had gone a little further; "but just look at that hickory! It's growing as yellow as a buttercup." "Yes, and see the maples!" "Poor fellows!" said Verty.
"Why pity them?
"I always did; see how they are burning away.

And the chestnuts--oh! I think we will get some chestnuts: here is a tree--and we are at the top of the hill." Verty thereupon let go Redbud's arm, and busied himself in gathering a pile of the chestnuts which had fallen.

This ceremony was attentively watched by Longears, who, lying with his front paws stretched out straight, his head bent knowingly on one side, and an expression of thoughtful dignity upon his countenance, seemed to be revelling in the calm delights of a good conscience and a mild digestion.
Fanny and her cavalier came up just as Verty had collected a pile of the chestnuts, and prepared some stones for the purpose of mashing them out.
The party thereupon, with much laughter, betook themselves to the task, talking gaily, and admiring the landscape as they munched--for even young ladies munch--the chestnuts.
One accident only happened, and that was not of an important nature.
Longears, full of curiosity, like most intellectual characters, had approached very near Verty as he was mashing the chestnuts upon the stone selected for the purpose, and even in the excess of his interest, had protruded his nose in the vicinity of the young man's left hand, which held the nuts, while he prepared to strike it with the mass of limestone which he held in his right.
It chanced that Verty was talking to Fanny when Longears made this demonstration of curiosity, and did not observe him.
Longears sniffed.
Verty raised his stone.
Longears smelt at the chestnut in his master's grasp, his cold muzzle nearly touching it.
The stone crashed down.
Longears made a terrific spring backwards, and retiring to some distance rubbed his nose vigorously with his paws, looking all the while with dignified reproach at his master.
The nose had not suffered, however, and Longears was soon appeased and in a good humor again.