In glancing around the table, I saw many old "types," though not one face that I had ever seen before. There was one, however, that soon attracted my attention, and fixed it. It was _not_ a lady's face, as you may be imagining; though there were present some of that sex--the landlord's helpmate who presided over the coffee-pot, with some three or four younger specimens of the backwoods fair--her daughters and nieces. All, however, were absolutely without attraction of any sort; and I somewhat bitterly remembered the _mot_ of double meaning, with which my friend had entertained me at parting. Venus was certainly not visible at the Swampville _table-d'hote_: for the presiding divinity was a perfect Hecate; and her attendant damsels could have found no place in the train of the Cytherean goddess. No-- the face that interested me was neither that of a female, nor in any way feminine. It was the face of a _man_; and that in the most emphatic sense of the word. He was a young man--apparently about four or five and twenty--and costumed as a backwoods hunter; that is, he wore a buckskin hunting-shirt, leggings, and mocassins--with bullet-pouch and powder-horn suspended over his shoulder, and hunting-knife sheathed in his belt. The coon-skin cap, hanging against the adjacent wall, was his head-dress: I had seen him place it there, before taking his seat at the supper-table. With the personal appearance of this young man the eye was at once satisfied. A figure of correct contour, features of noble outline, a face expressive of fine mental qualities--were the more salient characteristics that struck me at the first glance. Regarding the portrait more particularly, other details became manifest: round hazel eyes, with well-developed lashes; brows finely arched; a magnificent shock of nut-brown curling hair; a small, well-formed mouth, with white, regular teeth--all contributed to the creation of what might be termed a type of manly beauty. This beauty appeared in a somewhat neglected garb. Art might have improved it; but it was evident that none had been employed, or even thought of. It was a clear case of "beauty unadorned;" and the possessor of it appeared altogether unconscious of its existence. I need not add that this mental characteristic, on the part of the young man, heightened the grace of his personal charms.