"No, no, Ellen, I am any thing but unfortunate.

Unless, indeed, a man may be so called, whose fortune is made, whose fame may be said to be established for ever, whose name will go down to posterity with that of Buffon--Buffon! a mere compiler: one who flourishes on the foundation of other men's labours.
No; pari passu with Solander, who bought his knowledge with pain and privations!" "Have you discovered a mine, Doctor Bat ?" "More than a mine; a treasure coined, and fit for instant use, girl .-- Listen! I was making the angle necessary to intersect the line of your uncle's march, after my fruitless search, when I heard sounds like the explosion produced by fire arms--" "Yes," exclaimed Ellen, eagerly, "we had an alarm--" "And thought I was lost," continued the man of science too much bent on his own ideas, to understand her interruption.

"Little danger of that! I made my own base, knew the length of the perpendicular by calculation, and to draw the hypothenuse had nothing to do but to work my angle.

I supposed the guns were fired for my benefit, and changed my course for the sounds--not that I think the sense more accurate, or even as accurate as a mathematical calculation, but I feared that some of the children might need my services." "They are all happily--" "Listen," interrupted the other, already forgetting his affected anxiety for his patients, in the greater importance of the present subject.

"I had crossed a large tract of prairie--for sound is conveyed far where there is little obstruction--when I heard the trampling of feet, as if bisons were beating the earth.