A full game-bag on his back showed what his employment had been, but now
he gave himself over to the rare but delicious idleness which
occasionally overtakes everybody who tramps long through the woods. He
sat down and took off his cap, revealing his handsome blond head. The
dog, a beautiful, long-eared setter, laid his nose confidentially upon
his master's knee, and blinked solemnly with his large tawny eyes into
his master's blue ones. The boy's eyes were remarkable--a light but
beautiful blue, and softening a face that even in boyhood was full of
resolution, and even of sternness. His figure was as near perfection as
the human form could be--tall, athletic, clean of limb and deep of
chest, singularly graceful, and developed, as the wise old Greeks
developed their bodies, by manly exercises and healthful brain-work and
the cleanest and most wholesome living. Neither the face nor the figure
could belong to a milksop. The indications of strong passions, of fierce
loves and hates and resentments, were plain enough. But stronger even
than these was that noble expression which a purity of soul and a
commanding will always write upon the human countenance. This boy was a
gentleman at heart and in soul--not because he had no temptation to be
otherwise, but because he chose to be a gentleman. He sat in silence for
half an hour, the dog resting against him, the two communing together as
only a boy and a dog can. The sun shone, the wind scarcely ruffled a
dying leaf. A crow circled around in the blue air, uttering a caw that
was lost in the immensity of the heavens. The silence seemed to grow
deeper every moment, when, with a quick movement, George laid his ear to
the ground. To an unpractised ear there was not the slightest break in
the quiet, but to the boy's trained hearing something was approaching
along the highway which induced him to sit still awhile longer. It was
some time in coming, for the heavy coaches in those days hung upon wide
leather straps, and with broad-tired wheels made much commotion as they
rolled along, to say nothing of the steady beat of the horses' hoofs
upon the hard road. George's eyes were as quick as his ears, but he
caught nothing of the approaching travellers until the cavalcade flashed
suddenly into the sun, and with its roar and rattle seemed to spring out
of the ground.
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