frightful by a squint that would have disfigured the features of a
demon. Her coarse hair lay matted together in stiff, wiry waves! on each
side of her head, from whence it streamed down her shoulders, which
it covered like a cape of scarlet. As they approached each other, she
glanced at them with a look from which they could only infer that she
seemed to meditate the murder of each, and yet there was mingled with
its malignity a bitter but derisive expression that was perfectly
diabolical.

"What a frightful hag!" exclaimed Woodward, addressing his companion; "I
never had a perfect conception of the face of an ogress until now!
Did you observe her walrus tusks, as they projected over her misshapen
nether lip? The hag appears to be an impersonation of all that is evil."

"She may be a very harmless creature for all that," replied the other;
"we are not to judge by appearances. I know a man who had murder
depicted in his countenance, if ever a man had, and yet there lived!
not a kinder, more humane, or benevolent creature on earth. He was as
simple, too, as a child, and the most affectionate father! and husband
that ever breathed. These, however, may be exceptions; for most
certainly I am of opinion that the countenance may be considered, in
general, a very certain index to the character and disposition. But what
is this?--here are the men returning from their journey, let us question
them."

"Pray," said Woodward, addressing them, "if it be not impertinent, may
I inquire why you ran in such a hurry off the road just now, and hid
yourselves behind the ditch?"

"Certainly, sir, you may," replied one of them; "we wor on our way to