He died, and her white-headed boy died; him, you know, that wouldn't waken--there is where they both died; and see here'-- there was at this moment a most revolting expression of ferocious triumph in his eye as he spoke--'see, here the blood-hound dropped, for the bullet went through him!--Ha, ha, that's one; the three dead--the three dead! Come now, come, come.' He then seemed much changed, for he shuddered as he spoke, and after a little time, much to my astonishment, a spirit of tenderness and humanity settled on his face, his eyes filled with tears, and he exclaimed, 'Poor Mary! they're all gone, and she will never see his white head again; and his eyes won't open any more; no, they're all gone, all gone: oh! come away!' "I had heard as much of this brutal tragedy as made his allusions barely intelligible, but on attempting to gain any further information from him, he relapsed, as he generally did, into his usual abruptness of manner.

He now passed down towards the cultivated country, at a pace which I was once more obliged to request him to moderate.
"'Well,' said he, 'if you don't care, I needn't, for we'll have it--I know by the roarin' of the river and by the look of the mountains there above.' "'What shall we have, Raymond ?' I inquired.
"'No matther,' said he, rather to himself than to me, 'we can cross the stick.* But I'll show you the place, for I was there at the time, and his coffin was on the top of his father's.

Ha, ha, I liked that, and they all cried but Mary, and she laughed and sung, and clapped her hands when the clay was makin' a noise upon them, and then the people cried more.

I cried for him in the little coffin, for I loved him--I wondher God doesn't kill M'Clutchy--the curse o' God, and the blessin' o' the devil on him! Ha, ha, there's one now: let him take it.' * In mountain rivers a "stick," or plank, is frequently a substitute for a bridge.
"We still proceeded at a brisk pace for about a mile and a half, leaving the dark and savage hills behind us, when Raymond turning about, directed my attention to the mountains.

These were overhung by masses of black clouds, that were all charged with rain and the elements of a tempest.