behind, the wickedest you ever see, and took it right in
the bread basket. Oh, it yelled and howled and screached
like a wounded hyaena, till my ears fairly cracked agin.
I renounce you, Satan, sais I; I renounce you, and the
world, and the flesh and the devil. And now, sais I, a
jumpin' on terry firm once more, and turnin' round and
facin' the enemy, I'll promise a little dust more for
myself, and that is to renounce Niagara, and Indgian
squaws, and dead Britishers, and the whole seed, breed
and generation of 'em from this time forth, for evermore.
Amen.

"'Oh blazes! how cold my face is yet. Waiter, half a
pint of clear cocktail; somethin' to warm me. Oh, that
cold hand! Did you ever touch a dead man's hand? it's
awful cold, you may depend. Is there any marks on my
face? do you see the tracks of the fingers there?'

"'No, Sir,' sais I,' I can't say I do.'

"'Well, then I feel them there,' sais he, 'as plain as
any thing.'

"'Stranger,' sais I, 'it was nothin' but some poor
no-souled critter, like yourself, that was skeered a'most
to death, and wanted to be helped out that's all."

"'Skeered!' said he, 'sarves him right then; he might
have knowed how to feel for other folks, and not funkify
them so peskily; I don't keer if he never gets out; but