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e Paul Bevan came staggering into camp under a heavy load of wood, and again it may be said that a close observer might have noticed on the stranger's face a gleam of surprise much more intense than the previous one when he saw Paul Bevan. But the gleam had utterly vanished when that worthy, having thrown down his load, looked up and bade him good evening. The urbanity of manner and blandness of expression increased as he returned the salutation. "T'anks, t'anks. I vill go for hubble--vat you call--hobble me horse," he said, taking the animal's bridle and leading it a short distance from the fire. "I don't like the look of him," whispered Fred to Paul when he was out of earshot. "Sure, an' I howld the same opinion," said Flinders. "Pooh! Never judge men by their looks," returned Bevan--"specially in the diggin's. They're all blackguards or fools, more or less. This one seems to be one o' the fools. I've seed sitch critters before. They keep fillin' their little boxes wi' grass an' stuff; an' never makes any use of it that I could see. But every man to his taste. I'll be bound he's a good enough feller when ye come to know him, an' git over yer contempt for his idle ways. Very likely he draws, too--an' plays the flute; most o' these furriners do. Come now, Flinders, look alive wi' the grub." When the stranger returned to the fire he spread his huge hands over it and rubbed them with apparent satisfaction. "Fat a goot t'ing is supper!" he remarked, with a benignant look all round; "the very smell of him be deliciowse!" "An' no mistake!" added Flinders. "Sure, the half the good o' victuals would be lost av they had no smell." "Where have you come from, stranger?" asked Bevan, as they were about to begin supper. "From de Sawbuk Hills," answered the botanist, filling his mouth with an enormous mass of dried meat. "Ay, indeed! That's just where _we_ are goin' to," returned Bevan. "An' vere may you be come from?" asked the stranger. "From Simpson's Gully," said Fred. "Ha! how cooriouse! Dat be joost vere I be go to." The conversation flagged a little at this point as they warmed to the work of feeding; but after a little it was resumed, and then their visitor gradually ingratiated himself with his new friends to such an extent that the suspicions of Fred and Flinders were somewhat, though not altogether, allayed. At last they became sufficiently confidential to inform the stran
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