Yes, and the black-eyed woman with the Indian blood in her,--look out for that,--look out for that.
And--and--my son, do you remember Major Gideon Withers ?" [Ob.

1780.] "Why no, father, I can't say that I remember the Major; but I know the picture very well.

Does she remind you of him ?" He paused again, until the thoughts came slowly straggling, up to the point where the question left him.

He shook his head solemnly, and turned his dim eyes on his son's face.
"Four generations--four generations; man and wife,--yes, five generations, for old Selah Withers took me in his arms when I was a child, and called me 'little gal,' for I was in girl's clothes,--five generations before this Hazard child I 've looked on with these old eyes.

And it seems to me that I can see something of almost every one of 'em in this child's face, it's the forehead of this one, and it's the eyes of that one, and it's that other's mouth, and the look that I remember in another, and when she speaks, why, I've heard that same voice before--yes, yes as long ago as when I was first married; for I remember Rachel used to think I praised Handsome Judith's voice more than it deserved,--and her face too, for that matter.