While here, I was introduced one day to a man who subsequently attracted a good deal of notice as a literary impostor.
This was a person named Hunter.

He said that he derived this name from his origin in the Indian country.

He had a soft, compliant, half quizzical look, and appeared to know nothing precisely, but dealt in vague accounts and innuendoes.

Having gone to London, the booksellers thought him, it appears, a good subject for a book, and some hack was employed to prepare it.

It had a very slender basis in any observations which this man was capable of furnishing; but abounded in misstatements and vituperation of the policy of this government respecting the Indians.