His more tempered appetite was already satisfied, and he faced the new comer with a look of cordiality, that plainly evinced how very opportune he considered his arrival.
"Come on, friend," he said, waving his hand, as he observed the stranger to pause a moment, apparently in doubt.

"Come on, I say, if hunger be your guide, it has led you to a fitting place.

Here is meat, and this youth can give you corn, parch'd till it be whiter than the upland snow; come on, without fear.

We are not ravenous beasts, eating of each other, but Christian men, receiving thankfully that which the Lord hath seen fit to give." "Venerable hunter," returned the Doctor, for it was no other than the naturalist on one of his daily exploring expeditions, "I rejoice greatly at this happy meeting; we are lovers of the same pursuits, and should be friends." "Lord, Lord!" said the old man, laughing, without much deference to the rules of decorum, in the philosopher's very face, "it is the man who wanted to make me believe that a name could change the natur' of a beast! Come, friend; you are welcome, though your notions are a little blinded with reading too many books.

Sit ye down, and, after eating of this morsel, tell me, if you can, the name of the creatur' that has bestowed on you its flesh for a meal ?" The eyes of Doctor Battius (for we deem it decorous to give the good man the appellation he most preferred) sufficiently denoted the satisfaction with which he listened to this proposal.