I found him seated cross-legged on a blanket beneath one of the cottonwoods, a silver-backed mirror propped against a tree-butt in his front, while the obsequious darkey was deliberately combing out his long hair and fashioning it anew.

The Frenchman glanced up at me with a welcoming smile of rare good-humor.
"Ah, sober-face! and have you at last mustered courage to break away from the commander of this most notable company ?" he cried mockingly.
"'T is passing strange he does not chain you to his saddle! By Saint Guise! 'twould indeed be the only way in which so dull a cavalier would ever hold me loyal to his whims.

Friend Wayland, I scarce thought you would ever thus honor me again; and yet, 't is true, I have had an ambition within my heart ever since we first met.

'T is to cause you to fling aside those rough habiliments of the wilderness, and attire yourself in garments more becoming civilized man.

Would that I might induce you, even now, to permit Sam to rearrange those heavy blond locks _a la Pompadour_.