. Harper's weekly. chewed leaveshich old Caterina daily applied to them, that Icould hobble about the camp, which I was allowedto do pretty freely, for I was by fax too lame to es-ver the rugged and stony country that laybetween me and e i always :ity of food in the bivou wine and cigars when 1 drew near one of the fires around which the wild groups sat after I had been appointed portrait-painter in ordinary to the band, and ruffian after ruffian jos- and squabbled with his compeers for tho prior - hours of good humor, that they were less likednals than somo savage tribe at war with socie-Ther
. Harper's weekly. chewed leaveshich old Caterina daily applied to them, that Icould hobble about the camp, which I was allowedto do pretty freely, for I was by fax too lame to es-ver the rugged and stony country that laybetween me and e i always :ity of food in the bivou wine and cigars when 1 drew near one of the fires around which the wild groups sat after I had been appointed portrait-painter in ordinary to the band, and ruffian after ruffian jos- and squabbled with his compeers for tho prior - hours of good humor, that they were less likednals than somo savage tribe at war with socie-There were two or three improvisator! amongi, and several who could sing to their own ac-companiment on the guitar, and the mirth and mer- W:m- I,..,. ,-ii uk-lit. by no means isolated from the sympathies of tho rest of the community, They >n very good terms with most of the villagers moimiam gh-ns around them, at whose feastsirsthey showed theiiifehcs op,.!t|v. ami fromthey received information and to set out for another lurking-place, since their un-lucky comrades, in spite of tho tremendous oathsby which the banditti are bound to keep the secretof thebr companions retreat, would probably hetempted by promises of pardon to reveal all theyknew. And it was just possible that the authori-ties would take active measures to destroy the wasps 3 my ransom did not Life is dear to U3 all, and it was with a heavyheart that I prepared to die. But I had no even despised myself for the weakness which hadmade me attach the slighted faith in the ,,n,i, ? = ,.;„ ,-,sof S. D. Why, after all, should I expect a casualacquaintance like tho engineer to trouble himselfregarding me ? Nothing for nothing, thought I,is the rule of the world. It matters little. Evenpour little will soon forget mo. and--- Ho ! Englishman, your skin is safe this time,said LAgnello, breaking in on my gloomy medita-tions, and jingling a heavy bag of gold, as he grinned Yourughtitupthc I jus
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