superstition, and leave him a man of inductive reason. As
for himself, he was probably not altogether as much of the
last as his pride of race would have led him to hope.

Peter had seen nothing, but he had heard the "Gun."

" 'T was a mere flash in the pan to what I have heard,
when the lake is in 'arnest," said the old fellow, with the
love of exaggeration so common with the vulgar. "Still, it
was a gun."

"A signal that the 'Wandering Jew' is near by; so, haul aft
the sheets, and let us depart."

In a quarter of an hour the boat was lying with her
foresheet hauled over, and her helm down, within a
hundred yards of the object of the long search of the whole
party. It was deep water, and a slight ripple under what
might be termed the cutwater of the tree indicated a
movement. Perhaps a lower current forced forward the
roots, which, in their turn, urged the trunk ahead. As often
happens in such cases, the accidental formation of the
original fracture, aided by the action of the weather, had
given to the end of the trunk a certain resemblance to a
human countenance. Peter was the first to point out the
peculiarity, which he looked upon uneasily. Fuller soon
observed it, and said the aspect was, in sooth, that of a
demagogue. The forehead retreated, the face was hatchet-
shaped, while the entire expression was selfish, yet
undecided. As for the Seneca, he gazed on these signs