Bob's conjecture turned out to be rights He had not ridden more
than a mile when he saw a carriage approaching, which he soon
recognized as belonging to his party. In it were his friends, who
had recognized him as soon as they had caught sight of him, and
whose joy at meeting with him again, and amazement at the sight of
his companion, knew no bounds. The carriage stopped, and the boys
flung themselves out, and tore Bob from the back of the donkey,
and hugged him, and hustled him, and danced about him in their joy.
Uncle Moses was not so quick as the others, and held back. Bat if
his greeting was last, it was not least fervent, as Bob well knew
by the moistened eye, the quivering lip, the tremulous voice, and
the convulsive grasp of that venerable relative.
Then and there, on the road, Bob had to satisfy the hungry
curiosity of his friends, and give them some sort of an outline
of his adventures. The particulars he reserved until a future
occasion. Bob's account of his friends in the mountains at once
roused the enthusiastic interest of the whole party in their
favor, and they all proceeded to shake hands with the Italian.
Nor did they content themselves with this, for on the spot Uncle
Moses and the boys made up a handsome purse, which they presented
to him, not because he deserved it, exactly, but partly because
they were so rejoiced at finding the lost boy, and partly on
account of Bob's urgent appeal to them. For now Bob's sentiments
about the humble people in the sequestered valley had undergone
the last phase which was necessary to complete a perfect revolution
of feeling; and he had come to regard them not by any means as
brigands,--far from it,--but rather as a family of peaceful,
innocent, harmless, affectionate, quiet, benevolent, warm-hearted,
good-natured, hospitable, and virtuous peasants.
The Italian received the gifts with a series of gesticulations,
by which he seemed to be invoking the blessing of Heaven upon
them, and vowing endless gratitude; and after the boys and Uncle
Moses had one by one shaken hands and bidden him good by, he
still stood there, smiling, bowing, and gesticulating; and as
they drove away, they saw him standing motionless in the road
till they passed out of sight.
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