The outfit of our little hero is in keeping with the rustic simplicity
of the times, consisting of but three garments--an outside shirt, an
inside shirt, and a hairy coon-skin cap: the latter having no visor, but
being in lieu adorned behind with the ringed tail, just as it grew on
the living animal. The cap conceals one of his best features--a forehead
bold, broad, round, and white, which, could it be seen, would much
improve our portrait. The inside shirt, as may be seen by the collar, is
of homespun cotton; the outside shirt of fair, soft buckskin, secured at
the waist by a belt of the same material, and falling a little below the
knees. Saving the buckskin of mother nature's own providing, the sturdy
young legs are without covering--a deficiency which admits of plausible
explanation. In those days of simple living and simple thinking,
parents, going from cause to effect by shorter cuts than they do at the
present time, were much more strict and direct in the training of their
children; and breeches softening, as needs must, the severity of the
switch, hence the moral efficacy thereof, boys, for the first ten years
of their travels in the Paradise, were seldom allowed to wear
them--buckskin breeches especially. Nor should we be surprised if just
here were to be looked for the reason why our grandfathers and
great-grandfathers were so much more energetic, manly, and upright than
their grandsons and great-grandsons, and so many more of them
broad-backed, clean-limbed, and six feet high.
The background to our portrait is a forest, lofty, shaggy, and dense,
and the home of a thousand wild things, which, being invisible at this
moment, could not, with due regard to fidelity, be introduced into our
picture. The foreground is a cultivated clearing of about one hundred
acres, with woody walls, unbroken in their leafy density, hemming it in
on every side. Directly in front is a field of corn, the dark and
thrifty green of which may well bespeak the deep, rich soil of the
Paradise. Farther in are several other inclosures, either white with
clover or brightly green with blue-grass, or darkly green with the yet
unripened wheat. In the midst of all, and forming the central feature,
stands a cabin, deserted and lowly since that unhappy night two years
ago.
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