And to these Verty had added, with melancholy and listless smiles, the
further letters:

GOING TO--

Unfortunately he was compelled to leave the remainder of the sentence
unwritten.




CHAPTER V.

WINCHESTER.


Having followed the Indian boy from Apple Orchard to his lodge in the
wilderness, and shown how he passed many of his hours in the hills, it
is proper now that we should mount--in a figurative and metaphorical
sense--behind Mr. Rushton, and see whither that gentleman also bends
his steps. We shall thus arrive at the real theatre of our brief
history--we mean at the old town of Winchester,

Every body knows, or ought to know, all about Winchester. It is not a
borough of yesterday, where the hum of commerce and the echo of the
pioneer's axe mingle together, as in many of our great western cities
of the Arabian Nights:--Winchester has recollections about it, and
holds to the past--to its Indian combats, and strange experiences
of clashing arms, and border revelries, and various scenes of wild