fortune-teller, giving a nod to all, and a peculiar wink to me,
departed on his northern tour, chuckling within himself as he took the
Stamford road. The old showman and his literary coadjutor were
already tackling their horses to the wagon, with a design to
peregrinate southwest along the seacoast. The foreigner and the merry
damsel took their laughing leave, and pursued the eastern road, which
I had that day trodden; as they passed away, the young man played a
lively strain, and the girl's happy spirit broke into a dance; and
thus, dissolving, as it were, into sunbeams and gay music, that
pleasant pair departed from my view. Finally, with a pensive shadow
thrown across my mind, yet emulous of the light philosophy of my late
companions, I joined myself to the Penobscot Indian, and set forth
towards the distant city.