He smiled that same fascinating square smile on Samuel Anderson, treated him as head of the house, talked glibly of farming, and listened better than he talked.

He gave no account of himself, except by way of allusion.

He would begin a sentence thus, "When I was traveling in France with my poor dear mother," etc., from which Mrs.Anderson gathered that he had been a devoted son, and then he would relate how he had seen something curious "when he was dining at the house of the American minister at Berlin." "This hazy air reminds me of my native mountains in Northern New York." And then he would allude to his study of music in the Conservatory in Leipsic.

To plain country people in an out-of-the-way Western neighborhood, in 1843, such a man was better than a lyceum full of lectures.

He brought them the odor of foreign travel, the flavor of city, the "otherness" that everybody craves.
[Illustration: THE HAWK.] He staid to dinner, as I have said, and to supper.