Looking back at these things now, I can not be sure of every thing; and indeed if I could, I must have an almost supernatural memory.

But I remember many things; and the headache may have cleared my mind.
The stranger who had brought Mr.Gundry's humor into such stiff condition was sitting in the corner, a nook where light and shadow made an eddy.

He seemed to be perfectly unconcerned about all the tricks of the hearth flame, presenting as he did a most solid face for any light to play upon.

To me it seemed to be a weather-beaten face of a bluff and resolute man, the like of which we attribute to John Bull.

At any rate, he was like John Bull in one respect: he was sturdy and square, and fit to hold his own with any man.
Strangers of this sort had come (as Englishmen rove every where), and been kindly welcomed by Uncle Sam, who, being of recent English blood, had a kind of hankering after it, and would almost rather have such at his board than even a true-born American; and infinitely more welcome were they than Frenchman, Spaniard, or German, or any man not to be distinguished, as was the case with some of them.