suit customers."

Amidst this confusion of tongues I take another survey of
my visitant. Ha! a light dawns upon me. That shrewd, old
face, with its sharp, winking eyes, is no stranger to me. Pietro
Frugoni, I have seen thee before. *Si, signor,* that face of
thine has looked at me over a dirty white neckcloth, with the
corners of that cunning mouth drawn downwards, and those
small eyes turned up in sanctimonious gravity, while thou wast
offering to a crowd of half-grown boys an extemporaneous
exhortation in the capacity of a travelling preacher. Have I
not seen it peering out from under a blanket, as that of a poor
Penobscot Indian, who had lost the use of his hands while
trapping on the Madawaska? Is it not the face of the forlorn
father of six small children, whom the "marcury doctors" had
"pisened" and crippled? Did it not belong to that down-east
unfortunate who had been out to the "Genesee country"(1) and
got the "fevernnager," and whose hand shook so pitifully
when held out to receive my poor gift? The same, under all
disguises,--Stephen Leathers, of Barrington,--him, and none
other! Let me conjure him into his own likeness:--

(1) The *Genesee country* is the name by which the western
part of New York, bordering on Lakes Ontario and Erie, was
known, when, at the close of the last and beginning of this
century, it was to people on the Atlantic coast the Great West.
In 1792 communication was opened by a road with the
Pennsylvania settlements, but the early settlers were almost all
from New England.